"What's the use of procrastination? Pray that the evil god will disappear after devouring enough flesh and blood and souls?"
Modo asked in a calm voice, but the old man communicating with the knight could feel the anger in the heart of this determined ascetic.
"This is our only hope now. After all, poverty is always a problem, but the evil god does not always exist in our world because of poverty.
Although his appearance is irregular, he will stop for a period of time after each wreaking havoc. This shows that the evil god's needs are also limited."
"Haha, elder, what are we to the evil god like this? Crops or pigs that can be harvested at any time?"
"Modo, I know, and I can understand the anger in your heart, but what can we do? The monsters we created to deal with the evil god's pollution are exhausted. We simply don't have the ability to directly fight the evil god."
"..." The man sitting cross-legged on the stone bed was silent. Although he was angry at the elder's idea of submissiveness, he could also understand the other party's difficulties.
"Elder, has the temple investigated clearly the reason why the evil god who is only recorded in books has awakened this time?"
"There is no provable reason. You know, every time the evil god appears, there is actually no trace to follow. Every time an infected person born after being contaminated by the evil god is found, it means that we are late, and the evil god planned it at an earlier time.
Already."
"We don't even know when the evil god will appear? What will trigger his awakening?"
Modo has made no secret of his disappointment. Does this mean that the evil god is too powerful, or that they are too weak and useless?
"Well, although there is no conclusive explanation, we still have a very likely guess."
"What?"
"Do you still remember that space door that suddenly appeared, and then some unknown metal objects flew out, and then disappeared in a short period of time?"
"Of course I remember such things." Modo's eyes narrowed. Such news is completely blocked from the public. It is naturally an open secret to his hunters who hunt demons around the world.
"Many people in the temple believe that this space gate caused the evil god to resurrect."
"...As for the reason, even if it is just a wild guess, there must be some basis for it."
"Some of us think that what is connected behind that portal is another world that has nothing to do with us, and the emergence of this world is connected to our world and awakens the evil god from his slumber."
"A different world?" Modo nodded without refuting. Although this reason can be regarded as an imaginative idea, it is not impossible.
"Do you have any questions now? If so, ask them as soon as possible."
"Arrange for a batch of exorcism kerosene to be sent here as soon as possible. Although it is impossible to isolate the evil god's contamination, at least it can be delayed to the greatest extent." Modo requested.
"It's already giving birth. I will arrange for someone to be sent to you as soon as possible, and then I will arrange for officials to take it over. You remember to always pay attention to the situation in the slums. Those who are most likely to be bewitched by evil gods and become monsters are those whose lives are unstable.
of the poor.”
"I know, my knife has been prepared for a long time." The man turned his head slightly and looked at a huge metal box that was almost as big as his shoulders.
…
"Nico, do you think our city is becoming weird now?"
On the bustling dock, with busy traffic and constant flow, a dock worker who was unloading goods looked around and said to a strong young man.
"Strange? Are you saying that those patrolling adults who are usually rare to see appear frequently now?"
The young man being questioned smiled indifferently after hearing what the older uncle said, "Maybe there are some wanted criminals who are murderous and unblinking and have come to our side! Otherwise, the hyenas served by the nobles will not show up.
."
"Don't be ridiculous, the changes in our current city cannot be explained by the wandering wanted criminals." The worker who lifted a wooden board heavier than his body recalled the changes in the slums these days, with a look in his eyes.
Fear of the unknown.
"Uncle, don't think so much. No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with us. It is too easy for those noble gentlemen to block the news from us. If they don't want us to know, we will never know.
"
"That's right." The middle-aged man who shouldered the heavy burden sighed, but the uneasiness in his heart was growing crazily.
He knew what kind of status he had in the eyes of the city managers. They were just a group of consumables that could be replaced at any time. But now, these nobles were willing to send patrols for them and even distribute luxury goods.
Material, this is not normal.
He is not the only dock worker who has doubts, but no matter how much fear and uneasiness they have in their hearts, they can only suppress the uneasiness in their hearts and continue to operate on the same track as before. This is the only thing they can do.
The sun has not yet completely set on the horizon, but the patrols on the dock have already begun to expel the dock workers and prevent them from continuing to carry goods.
During this process, even if some businessmen waved banknotes and tried to bribe the patrol officers, they were rudely rejected. Some businessmen who wanted to cause trouble were even beaten with sticks and dragged away.
"It's not dark yet, so we won't be allowed to work. Really, how much less will we earn?"
The dock workers who were forced to go home looked at the still bright sky in front of them, and some muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Talk nonsense, or you'll get beaten." Someone scolded in a low voice, and the complaints immediately disappeared.
The workers who returned home did not go back to their dilapidated houses in twos and threes. Instead, they entered the huge shanties that were quite conspicuous in the slums in groups of hundreds.
Their families have already been arranged here by the city management, and these huge temporary shanties are their new homes.
The poor people whose living environment is already bad will not complain about this. Anyway, it will not be worse than their original living environment. It is already very good now.
As night falls, darkness envelopes the city. The main areas of the city are lit up with lights as always, even brighter than before. However, the slums that were once plunged into darkness are also lit up sporadically, and this faint light comes from the urgently transformed slums.
Huge shed.
"Asshole!"
Modo, who was strong and incompatible with the people around him, stood in a shack with a livid face as he looked at Datongbu where hundreds of people were sleeping together.
On the roof of this shack, a lamp no larger than the size of a palm hangs, emitting a very weak but extremely conspicuous light in the darkness.
Although this kind of light seems weak, it is extremely precious in this poor and backward slum. At night, the poor people who are illuminated by the weak light feel a little flattered at first, but they have gradually become accustomed to it these days.
Some people also find it uncomfortable to sleep under such light, but anyone who tries to extinguish the flames will be scolded or even beaten by the patrol police stationed in the shanty.
When it gets dark, lights must be lit.
This order issued by the nobles in the city was known to the poor, but they were unable to understand the information contained in this order that was carried out so thoroughly.
"How dare those guys do this?"
The oil lamp is extremely precious in the eyes of the poor, and even the poor who are grateful to the nobles in the city do not know that a hunter who can hunt monsters has developed anger against humans for this.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't you know you're not allowed to wander in lightless areas after dark?"
The strong Modo had already attracted the attention of the patrol officers when he appeared, and when he was about to leave, he immediately aroused a scolding.
"ah!"
The strong man who turned back because of the scolding frightened everyone who looked over and saw that under the dim light, there was fire burning in this man's eyes.
But what made everyone feel fortunate was that the man did not stop and instead disappeared into the darkness.
"He... what kind of monster is he?"
"He is not a monster, he should be the legendary exorcist hunter who protects us."
…
"What's going on? Are the supplies in the temple so short?" Modo suppressed the anger in his heart and asked the elder.
"What's wrong?"
"In my city, hundreds of people share an exorcism lamp. How can this be useful?"
"Are they poor?" the old voice asked helplessly.
"certainly."
"I saw that the exorcism materials we distributed were also intercepted by the nobles in your city, but the situation is not bad. At least the poor people in your city still have exorcism lamps."
"Also? What? The exorcism materials you distributed were intercepted in other cities?"
"Yeah, some cities can't even share an exorcism lamp with hundreds of people."
"The supplies you transported were too few, so you were intercepted?"
"How can it be less? It's not like you don't know the manufacturing process of exorcism kerosene. We can make it in tons, and even deliver it to cities, so that everyone can use it for seven days.
The same goes for your city. The kerosene we send is calculated based on the food consumed by the city every day. It is absolutely enough. If it is distributed well, basically every family can get an exorcism lamp, not just everyone.
."
"What are those nobles thinking? What's the use of trapping kerosene? Do you think that if there is enough kerosene, the evil god's pollution outbreak will not affect them?"
The man who dared to fight monsters and whose will was as strong as a rock was now trembling with anger.
"Who knows what's going on in their minds? We explained all the pros and cons to them clearly, but they still did it."