The bleak sea breeze with a salty and wet smell blew through the small square, blowing past the indigenous people whose eyes turned to intense hostility and indignation, as well as the rustling leaves around them.
Even in winter, the trees in Bayam are still evergreen.
The theater candidates are:
Gehrman Sparrow, a cold and crazy bounty hunter! He has sharp facial lines, wears a black woolen coat, and is tall.
Under the watchful eyes of countless indigenous residents, the second place for the "blessed ones" has been determined...
Wait, not yet.
Through the hotel window, Puppet and Klein looked at each other for a few seconds.
"No, not you."
"It's the sick one next to you."
It suddenly said with great certainty.
The eyes of the crowd outside the window followed the changes in the words, and immediately abandoned the standing man and looked back.
Klein's well-played expression rarely showed a hint of dullness: "?"
Sick and wilted?
who?
Are there such people here?
The cold-looking bounty hunter turned around and looked.
Behind him, Yager slowly tilted his head after hearing these words.
The two looked around doubtfully.
The wooden hotel is quite narrow, and you can see the end at a glance. Under the woven tapestry hanging down on the second floor, there is a hall with only a few dining tables.
On the left, there is no one.
There is no one on the right either.
Even the boss, who was supposed to be behind the front desk, went back to the kitchen to cook.
There were only two figures in the empty hall.
"..."
As one of the only customers, someone has to realize a fact——
He was the one calling the puppet.
Yager: "..."
The atmosphere was frozen.
Do you want to return?
He looked back at the window expressionlessly.
"Creak."
A slight sound of metal friction sounded beside the table for a second, which was the last cry of a poor teaspoon left in the world.
Unfortunately, the puppets outside the layers of glass were unaware of this.
In the dead silence, it nodded affirmatively, as if it was very sure that it was the young man behind it. It opened and closed its empty mouth, and once again let out a high-pitched and harsh voice:
"Come! Stranger from afar. The blessing has come."
"Your twisted mind will find peace under the gaze of the storm, and the disease that has been lingering for many years will disappear without a trace. After the blessing, your life will be smooth."
Its tone has a strange sense of bewitchment.
Instead, the faces of the natives who had been following the puppets became ferocious, and their malice and hostility seemed to turn into reality, piercing the two outsiders like blades.
Standing at the front, a woman was holding a sick girl in her arms, looking at this side angrily with tears in her eyes.
Quota is a very precious thing to them.
Under their gaze, Yager answered concisely and concisely:
"I'm not sick."
The air seemed to freeze for another second.
The puppet in front of the window struggled to shake its head with stiff joints: "You are sick."
"I'm not sick."
He emphasized again.
Through the polished glass, he and the ugly puppet outside looked at each other quietly.
If we interpret it from the perspective of everyone who is praying for blessings, whether it is the woman holding the girl or the chosen child 'Jack', they will say angrily: The face of this Loen man is full of arrogance.
But no one dared to speak out.
They just stared at him with tears in their eyes, resentful in their hearts that their hope had been taken away again.
In Bayam, Loen people represent privilege.
Not to mention, this thin and well-dressed young man.
The Navy will only favor him!
Therefore, even if there were a thousand curses in their hearts and they hated the outsiders for once again taking away their opportunity to bless them, these indigenous people finally just chewed on their hatred and stared at Yager.
As the center of the theater, the puppet froze in the air for a full ten seconds, as if wondering whether there was something wrong with his choice.
Why do you feel that the one that looks more sinister is easier to solve?!
However, the confirmed candidates cannot be changed.
So, the high-pitched voice answered again word for word: "No. You are sick."
"Your skin is already pale, your body is extremely weak, and invisible diseases have actually found you a long time ago!"
"However, the storm has made its will. According to the ancient prophecies, you will become the blessed one. All this will eventually go away from you, and you will live a glorious life."
"Be careful, stranger! If you insist on not opening your eyes and staring at the truth, the curse will become your nightmare!"
It used the gesture of doomsday prophecy to forcibly stipulate new disease types and introduced curses in an attempt to force Yager to agree.
I don't know why, but it seems to be very persistent and must pull one of the two outsiders from Loen.
One person and one puppet looked at each other in silence.
Time passed minute by minute.
After a long time, when even Klein next to him secretly prepared the revolver for fighting with the natives, Yager finally replied calmly: "Okay."
The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
The puppet seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
It immediately turned around, and the wheels of the wheelbarrow under it kept turning. Together with the old man who actually controlled them, it slowly returned to the center of the square with the sound of rusty "squeaking".
And half a minute later, the last blesser was quickly selected.
Now, standing in the semicircular open space is Yager, and two Bayam people, a man and a woman on the left and right.
The people who were not selected let out desperate and angry roars, screams, and gnashing of teeth and curses.
He was surrounded by people staring at him fiercely.
Don’t resent the person who chooses, but resent the person who is chosen
Bayam's problem is serious.
Yager had a preliminary understanding of the current situation of the colony.
The belief gained by this puppet "priest" is quite fanatical, and he obviously comes from a group whose life is unsatisfactory. What's even more obvious is that in this strange atmosphere, the person singing in the lines is definitely not the "Emperor of the Sea" and the Storm King.
host.
It’s another cult festival.
Since you hit his head, you can just take away some other soldiers.
Um.
Killed them all.
The stranger thought with an expressionless face.
Returning to reality, in the dirty square, after the puppet muttered many lines again, it finally turned around, raised its wooden hand with peeling paint, and started the topic.
“Thank God for this gift!”
It raised its wooden hands stiffly and shouted to the sky.
At this moment, a streak of thunder suddenly flashed across the sky!
The dazzling white penetrated the clouds, leaving only a flash of white light around, as if it was flashing in front of everyone's eyes and would hit here at any time.
The crowd trembled and let out bursts of exclamations and prayers.
The chosen girl next to her had her hands clasped in front of her chest, crying and murmuring, but her eyes were filled with joy and hope.
They looked at the puppet as if they were watching a miracle.
When the vision turned back, three stones had appeared in its hand.
The stones are carved with symbols of waves.
The puppet stepped forward tremblingly, placed three stones one after another in the hands of the chosen person in the middle, and then said in a gloomy tone:
"Carry it with you for three days, and the blessings of the gods will come. From now on, your life will go smoothly."
"But don't forget, if you ignore God's blessings, curses will follow!"
It finally said this.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!