At 5:40 in the afternoon, there was only dead silence inside and outside Byam's hotel.
The onlookers held their heads high, and after hearing the puppet's physically uncomfortable voice, instead of scattering in fear, their eyes became more fanatical, and they stretched their necks to look over there crazily.
However, no matter how hard they tried, no one made a sound, and no one took even a step into the semicircular performance area.
A weird atmosphere filled the surroundings.
"People of the tsunami, worshipers of the storm! Open your blind eyes that cannot see the truth! Evil is gathering, darkness is blocking the light, and the usurper has already stepped onto the stage."
“Where do we go to find the truth?”
"Protected by thunder, lightning, and rain..."
"A miracle is about to happen!"
The ugly puppet clumsily produced a passionate voice.
Its stubby limbs were trembling as if they were electrified. Even from a distance of more than ten meters, you could still hear the harsh and sharp sound of the loose and rusty parts inside.
The stage play has begun.
As soon as the puppet finished speaking, the crowd in the audience clapped wildly and mechanically, and even the unsteady indigenous children clapped their hands vigorously, regardless of the fact that their palms were red with blood.
The weirdest thing is the puppeteer.
Even now, the old man holding the puppet is still standing motionless in the same place as when he first came out.
His lips showed no sign of opening.
Beside the dining table in the hotel, taking advantage of the noise of applause, Hermann said in an unflattering low voice: "No sign of anything extraordinary?!"
That's right, even though the scene has become so weird, we still haven't seen any abnormal phenomena!
Is this a purely folk behavior?
Yager frowned.
Apparently, he also had his spiritual vision turned on.
The gray vision confirms this sentence——
No extraordinary fluctuations!
everything is normal.
But in this weird scene like a sacrificial ceremony, everything is normal and the most abnormal thing is.
"A customary gathering of the indigenous people?" He responded in a breathy voice, with a similar puzzlement in his words, "I didn't see anything unusual either."
The puppets turned out to be just ordinary puppets.
The old man holding it is also an ordinary old man.
"That's about a ventriloquist."
This was his conclusion after repeated glances.
The two looked at each other with a strange feeling in their eyes.
As a small island where the Church of Storms is stationed, if this theater has extraordinary abilities, it can be easily solved by just going out and sending a report letter to the Church of Storms.
But it does not contain the extraordinary, but it becomes confusing.
It seems to indicate the turbulent undercurrent beneath Byam's calm appearance.
The play continues.
"Sing to you! Beloved of the sea!"
"Praise be to you! Protector of the Rhoad Islands!"
"Praise to you! Ruler of underwater creatures!"
The puppet then neighed and screamed out the next line, with its wooden hands clasped together and its feet clasped backwards, showing a creepy praying posture.
The atmosphere felt as if I had strayed into a horror festival of a cult.
"The followers of the moon have opened the door to the kingdom of heaven, blessings will come to the earth, and people who see the truth clearly will receive the blessing of miracles."
"But beware! When the South Island forests move, terrible thieves will steal our luck!"
The puppet man continued.
When the sound reached the hotel, the expressions of the two people sitting there changed significantly.
"Followers of the Moon?"
Yager couldn't help but repeat in a low voice.
Klein next to him widened his eyes and noticed this unusual title.
When ‘moon’ and ‘follow’ are combined, the relationship between this phrase and Bloodborne Hunters becomes suspicious!
Of course, it is also possible that he is referring to the Moon Favorite in this world.
But this still points to a serious problem: Judging from the honorific names, today's play mostly praises protectors related to the ocean. How does that involve the moon?
Does the sudden change in authority represent two different beliefs? Only when another ability actually appears will it be classified into the story.
Such legendary praises generally don't appear out of thin air.
The source is very interesting.
Yager's black eyes moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at the old indigenous man in the middle of the crowd.
At this point, the opening remarks of the play finally ended. Amidst the applause, the puppet turned its head, making a "click-click" sound, and gradually approached the crowd.
"Same. Today, the blessing will still select three blessed people."
"they are--"
The puppet's head turns.
Wherever the eyes drawn with black pen looked, the indigenous people standing around would burst into excitement, screams, and waving arms. The crowd that was stiff just now seemed to suddenly come to life, and the bee pupae moved forward, hoping to get people.
Even my attention.
"Look at me! God! My mother is still waiting for me at home! I still have children to raise!"
"Please! Jack is only seven years old! He has a great future ahead of him!"
The first man shouting had an obvious abnormal bulge on his neck, while the child held by the second woman couldn't help coughing, as if he might faint at any time.
Such roars are common among the crowd, and most of them describe some kind of disease.
It seems that being selected represents new life.
In the middle, the puppet's fingers slowly turned and stopped in front of the indigenous child.
"Jack!"
The distorted voice shouted loudly.
The crowd fell into a brief silence.
But after a moment of daze, the woman immediately burst into tears of joy, stood out from the crowd in the quiet atmosphere, screamed with joy, and frantically shook the child who was still in a daze.
"Thank you priest! Thank you God!"
she shouted loudly.
Surrounded by the crowd, the child named Jack was pushed into the middle of the crowd, into a semi-circular open space.
Disappointment appeared in the eyes of most people, but it quickly turned into the next round of anticipation and enthusiasm.
There are two spots left!
The puppet continued to turn and continue to choose.
The excitement of the crowd appeared again.
The second "blessed person" will be selected soon.
However, this time the choice surprised everyone.
The puppet's stubby, knuckleless fingers turned, turned... through the window, and stopped in the direction of the hotel.
In other words, the direction of Klein and Yager.
"..."
This is the unanimous sentiment of both of them at this moment.
The two black-haired young men with the faces of Roen looked over here with expressionless expressions.
The natives suddenly fell silent.
The puppet's fingers hesitated in the air, as if he was debating which one to choose.
"...The weaker male, please come forward."
It finally said this.
Yager looked at Klein, and Klein also looked at Yager, and the two looked at each other.
Who is weaker?
...This doesn't seem to be a problem.
In the silence, Klein stood up slowly and consciously.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!