As the sunset completely sank into the horizon, the crowd in the square finally dispersed. Locals in twos and threes, with hostile eyes, slammed the door in the direction of the hotel.
The ventriloquist turned two corners and disappeared from sight.
The time soon came to midnight.
Three figures stood at the corner of the central street.
The city looked even more eerie under the red moon. Unlike Backlund, Bayam could still see many figures late at night, but they were all Loen soldiers wearing red coats and carrying rifles.
A curfew is usually enforced at night in the colony.
"What are we doing here?" Daniz asked in a confused voice.
Yager, who was walking at the front, glanced left and right, and then turned his head calmly: "Among the local forces you know, are there any that worship evil gods related to the ocean and mainly recruit people from civilians?"
Daniz almost didn't think: "Resistance army!"
"Bayam is currently under a curfew because it is blocking the resistance group and directly violently executes several people every week. They are completely composed of the original local sect."
"Before the Church of Storms came here, the people here believed in 'Kavituva'."
"As far as I know, the Punishers have been tracking them down. It is said that the archbishop of this area is stationed here specifically for this purpose."
"Of course, the fact that this local sect can survive to this day despite being investigated is also because of its broad mass base and the actions of Intis and Fusac."
He explained it in detail.
This is completely consistent with the situation in the small square.
An honorary name that conflicts with the Church of Storms, and a completely aboriginal believer.
As an island on the sea, Bayam reflected the tense situation between various kingdoms for the first time. A few days ago, the Loen Daily News he bought mentioned that George III appeared at the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the new airship.
The direction of the propaganda is that the airship will be invincible.
The smell of war?
Yager nodded: "I understand."
"Since the Church of Storms has been investigating."
"Nadanitz, and Gehrman, why don't you two go and post a report letter at the door of the Church of Storms?"
He smiled friendly again.
…
Sadly, because Herman didn't want to post the flyers himself, after he finished writing the content of the letter, only Danitz ran to the Church of Storms like there were ten big men chasing him behind him.
And Yager showed no mercy once again with a look of satisfaction that he had succeeded in persecuting Daniz.
He saw it from a distant rooftop.
The eaves under the feet belong to a dilapidated house painted with blue and white paint. Judging from the familiar color scheme and appearance, this is the same area where the hotel is located, and is an area where poor locals live.
After reading the progress there, he looked back and took out a pebble from his coat pocket.
It's the one I got in the square before.
In the gray vision, like everything in the theater, it was dim and lacked any extraordinary reaction at all.
This is also the most puzzling point in the theater.
Without extraordinary abilities, how could the ventriloquist summon thunder out of thin air and heal ordinary people? It can't be that he has a superb ability to observe the sky at night, right?
But after a brief period of confusion in the evening, Yager almost immediately found the reason.
With a slightly speechless expression, he closed his right hand holding the stone and exerted slight pressure.
The pebbles were broken.
When it opened again, the internal machinery was completely exposed——
There is a transmitter lying in the hand!*
There are various rough splicing marks on it, which are obviously parts removed from gas meters, typewriters, and other equipment.
Bayam's monthly bill of utility wear and tear must be considerable.
Thinking of this, Yager couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
What a battle-damaged style!
The resistance's rough sleeping conditions and financial difficulties were exposed in the blink of an eye.
He shook his head speechlessly.
Then, he lowered his hand slightly.
In the dark night, the transmitter made a faint "ticking" sound in the dead silence.
Although I don't know how this thing works, it will make this small sound when it is close to the ventriloquist himself.
This is also the reason why it was discovered: it actually rings...
right here.
The transmitter volume is at its highest level.
Yager took a few steps towards the edge of the eaves, and then landed quietly behind the window of this room.
The room was very quiet at the moment, and the owner had already fallen asleep.
Another stone distributed in the theater was now placed next to a bed made of shabby clothes, tightly held by the hands of an indigenous girl. She was the third person selected in the afternoon.
But apart from that, what makes this picture particularly creepy are the several strong black figures next to the sleeping girl!
Sure enough, the ventriloquist and several indigenous men wearing turbans appeared in the room.
They did not cover up their footsteps, but swaggered into this small room filled with piles of items.
Among them, a man with a bare upper body and a ferocious sea snake tattooed on his arm snorted coldly: "What is the use of this kind of action? It will not bring a future to Lord Poseidon, but will also waste our precious strength!"
"Aside from blocking one or two shots for us when the Loen bastards attacked, they are worthless than pig manure!"
The man's rough and savage face showed an expression of disdain, and he asked the old ventriloquist in the rear angrily. Several other sturdy men, who also had sea snake tattoos, immediately echoed loudly.
The girl in the room was still sleeping, and it was most likely that she had been given sleeping drugs in advance.
After hearing the question, the ventriloquist next to him sighed lightly: "You have to say it again every time we take action."
"I have explained it many times. This is to bring faith to Lord Poseidon and strengthen our power."
"As for energy, it doesn't need to cost a lot. After maintaining her appearance of recovery for a period of time, can't we just throw her into the sea and pretend that she is out at sea? From the beginning to now, how much has been spent! The effect of extraordinary items is not the same as before.
A little difference."
"Besides, if you really don't want to use any extraordinary items..."
"Just say she's not sincere."
The rebels immediately laughed loudly, with ridicule in their voices, and then used obscene language to mock the stupid believers.
Their conversation completely tore away the hypocritical appearance of the ceremony.
Not surprisingly, the festival is just a hypocritical show for them to collect money and gain public support.
Great, now it makes more sense to kill.
Under the high-hanging blood moon, Yager silently faced this side outside the window, showing a weirder smile than the rebels, and a long knife quietly appeared in his hand.
Whenever a potential provocateur appears, a calculating squid will descend on his back in the middle of the night...
*The transmitter is not commonly used, and it is not available to ordinary forces, but this is not a bug.
(End of chapter)
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