Ta, tap, tap. The two of them moved forward in silence and carefully. The secret passage was small and narrow, and the stone walls on both sides were slippery and cold. Bedivere's arms had to often rub against these stone walls, which made the werewolf feel very uncomfortable.
comfortable.
Fortunately, his night suit is waterproof and covers the whole body, leaving only a wolf head exposed. This makes the werewolf less worried about being bitten by insects.
"So---" In order to prevent the atmosphere from becoming so awkward, the werewolf deliberately said nothing: "How big is your Druid sect?"
"It's very small." The old man lowered his voice and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Times are progressing, science is progressing, and religion is declining. Until this generation, those who are willing to continue to believe in Druids
, there are less than 10,000 people left.
---Even my stupid brother left the sect and went to sea to make a living."
He was talking about Captain Senezel. The werewolf recalled that there were almost no religious objects on the old captain's ship, and they had no gods to believe in.
When you are alive, you don’t believe in anything, and there is only a life of trying to survive.
I always feel a little lonely.
"What about you?" The werewolf asked the landlord curiously: "Since science has proven that things like God are nonsense, why do you continue to believe in it?"
"It's nonsense?" The old man stopped and turned to look at Bedivere: "Why is it nonsense? You obviously have a god with you."
"That's the Holy Spirit...a ball of photons." The werewolf tried to explain.
The old man pointed it out pointedly: "I don't care if you call it God, the Holy Spirit, or photons. They are actually the same, it's just a different way of saying it."
(Although this is correct, but---)
"Let me ask you: When you treat it as a ball of [photons], doesn't the god cease to be a god? After understanding its essence, doesn't it no longer deserve respect?"
The werewolf was speechless. What Landlady Senezel said was actually exactly the same as what Albert had said before.
No matter how advanced the times are and how prosperous science is, we can’t forget the reverence for the gods...?
"Although science has made people's lives better, more convenient, and more comfortable, it has also made people arrogant." The old man said, "In ancient times, people had to light candles at night and had to endure not having enough."
Lighting, days when everything is dark. In contrast, we who can get light just by turning on the lamp will consider this an inconvenience, right?"
"That...of course." The werewolf replied matter-of-factly.
"But at the same time, you will also miss a lot of good things." The old man sneered.
As soon as his voice fell, the candle in his hand was completely extinguished.
Everything suddenly turned into darkness. The werewolf looked at this darkness and couldn't help but be shocked--could he really fall into a trap?!
"Oh, don't stand there, move forward quickly. If you wait any longer, it will be dawn." The old man's voice still sounded calmly, and he was two yards away from the werewolf.
Bedivere hesitated again. It was too dangerous to go forward in the dark. However, if old man Senezel wanted to harm the werewolf, he would have already taken action at this moment and would not waste any more time to kill the werewolf.
Lure yourself into a deeper trap.
Is the landlord really worthy of trust? The werewolf was puzzled for a moment.
"If you don't leave, I will leave you here." There was a faint hint of anger in the old man's voice. His footsteps were already moving forward.
We had no choice but to continue walking as we were already on the pirate ship. The werewolf groped the cold and damp stone wall and followed the old man's footsteps as he moved forward.
Fortunately, Bediwell did not believe the wrong person. After walking for about five minutes, the surroundings suddenly became clearer and the environment became much brighter.
This is a huge circular underground cave. Roughly calculated in terms of area, it is at least a thousand acres. What illuminates the environment is some kind of fluorescent fungi hidden in the cracks of the rocks. They emit a cold blue light and are dotted with
Around the entire cave, light and darkness are integrated, and the entire cave is like a universe, with stars on the dark curtain wall.
"Oh, my---" Bedivere wanted to exclaim.
However, the old man covered his mouth with a hand, and the exclamation stopped at the tip of his throat.
"I told you, don't make too much noise." Old man Senezel said in a low voice.
There seems to be this rule. No bright lights, no noise, and... no farts.
The werewolf scratched his head in embarrassment and apologized.
The old man released his hand covering the werewolf's mouth and winked at Bedivere, gesturing for him to follow.
On the other side of the cave, countless Druid followers knelt in front of a huge blue glowing tree and prayed quietly.
"You don't need to pray, just wait aside. I'll come back to you after I'm done." The old man told the werewolf and went to join the ranks of praying believers.
Bediwell found a clean place to sit down and watched the group of people praying.
This is such a quiet religion. There are no noisy and arrogant bells like Christianity, there are no Catholic hymns, and there are no speeches by religious leaders or speeches by priests.
No. Nothing. They really just knelt on the ground quietly. If these believers didn't look like humans and wore elegant and simple gray-green robes, Bediwell would even wonder if these were wooden people.
, or some kind of sculpture.
------Why are there such quiet religious gatherings in this world? Aren't these people tired and bored after kneeling on the ground for nearly half an hour?
At this moment, as if in response to the believers' prayers, the big luminous tree began to change.
Countless small light spots flew out from the trees. Bediwell knew those light spots, which were noctiluca---A flower field of [Breath of the Sky] was planted on Arthur's former small farm, which attracted a lot of attention.
Less noctiluca.
This kind of bug is very similar to fireflies, but they are decisively different. They have almost no physical bodies, and most of them are composed of pure photons---it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a primitive epic photon creature.
Druid, Noctiluca, Holy Spirit. All these seem to be vaguely related in some way, although Bediwell has not thought about it now, nor does he have the intention to understand it.
Because there were millions of noctilucent insects flying in front of him. If the stars could flow in the universe, it would be dazzling. Anyone who sees this spectacle will take a deep breath, hold their breath, and concentrate.
And these noctilucent insects began to gradually gather into one shape. The shape of a woman.
She walked slowly towards Bedivere, her steps were light and graceful, like clouds and mist, and better than the spring breeze.
Senezel and all the believers looked towards the werewolf. Seeing that Bedivere was about to scream, Senezel's landlord quickly shook his head and winked, signaling the werewolf to hold back!
The luminous woman's figure had already walked a yard away in front of Bedivere. She stretched out her hand, and the werewolf's left prosthetic leg also began to stretch out uncontrollably.
The woman gently stroked the werewolf's arm. The Holy Spirit white diamond hidden in Bedivere's prosthetic leg also began to emit a soft white light, seeming to respond to the other party.
By the way, the woman in front of him who was made up of luminous insects was also the Holy Spirit. The werewolf immediately figured it out.
The Holy Spirit is born from nature and the prayers of believers.
Wild Holy Spirit.
She was communicating with the [Cabin in the Woods] in Bedivere's arms.
The exchange only lasted about a minute. The woman reached out and caressed the werewolf's face, and then it dissipated into countless luminous insects, lurking in every corner of the cave.
The Druids also completed their prayers and dispersed.
"You kid..." Old man Senezel came over and said to the werewolf: "Lord Lin Shen seems to be very optimistic about you."
"Is that... your god?" Bedivere asked in a low voice, while moving his left arm. Except for feeling a burning sensation, there was no abnormality in the prosthetic arm.
"Well, God knows what it is." The old man said vaguely: "Follow me and introduce you to the prophet. The prophet has a lot of work to do for you."
As expected, this development revealed that Bedivere was treated as a mercenary.
"Oh, not satisfied?" Senezel glanced sideways at the werewolf, probably noticing the tired look on the werewolf's face: "I've told you, you can get paid by accepting the Druid's mission. Moreover.
, the Brotherhood has huge information and can provide you with a lot of convenience---of course, that information still needs to be purchased with money."
"Of course... of course." Bedivere said helplessly: "As long as it's not some weird religious mission. I... am not very religious."
Although the Druidism in front of him does not seem to be a cult, his intuition tells the werewolf that it is better not to get too deep into something like religion.
"Hoo ho ho ho ho, what a strange little brother." A middle-aged man came over and spoke in a very low voice - it seems that the spirit summoning ceremony has not passed yet, and no one is allowed to speak loudly tonight
say.
Through the dim lighting of the cave, the werewolf looked at the other person. The prophet wore the same inconspicuous gray-green robe as the other believers. A long and peaceful face appeared in the darkness, and the scent of pinewood on his body was a bit pungent.
nose.
"Prophet Mutani." Old Senezer saluted the middle-aged man, a very special salute.
He raised the palm of his right hand, put his index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger together, and then spread them apart between the middle finger and the unknown finger, like the branches of a big tree: "May you be with nature, may you find peace and happiness.
."
The prophet made the same gesture and said the same words. These seemed to be the special gestures and words used by the Druids in greeting.
After the salute, the landlord turned around and pointed at Bediwell and said, "This is the kid. It seems to be quite pure and he shouldn't be a bad person. It depends on whether you, the prophet, are willing to hire him."
"Well, indeed, he is a good boy ---" the prophet circled around Bediwell, looking at the werewolf up and down: "Gaia's evaluation of you is also good. Well, people who can carry the gods with them at all times are not.
Maybe some bad guy."
(is that so?)
In fact, Bedivere just carried the Holy Spirit White Diamond given by Arthur with him at all times, and did not know so much.
"Um, Gaia is...?" the werewolf asked curiously in a low voice.
"Didn't you see it just now? That is the earth goddess Gaia, or perhaps, a clone of her."
That woman made of noctiluca is Gaia?
Is the ancient god worshiped by Druidism actually Gaia?
"I know you have a lot of questions, kid." Prophet Multani smiled softly at the werewolf: "But it takes too much time to answer your questions. Unless you are willing to join the sect and learn morality bit by bit from scratch.
The teachings of Rui Cult, otherwise, I think it would be better not to talk about it."
"...No, thank you." Werewolves are also afraid of getting into trouble. It's better not to get involved with this religion of unknown origin.
"Haha, I think so too." The prophet chuckled again. He didn't seem to intend to persuade the werewolves to join the religion: "Let's stop this matter. Let's talk about business. I have several tasks here that require good skills.
people to complete it."
"I just hope they all fit---"
"Don't worry, everything is legal." The prophet quickly assured the werewolf: "Everything is aboveboard."
"Then," the old landlord turned around and was about to leave, "I will go back and rest first. You guys can talk slowly. The night is still long."
"Go well, brother." The prophet saluted the old man Senezer, which was a very special salute: "May you be with Gaia, and may you find peace and happiness."
"I wish you peace with Gaia." After the landlord finished speaking, he walked away.
"Uh, that---"
Senezel seemed to know that Bedivere would complain, so he turned around and said, "You know the road, right? Just go back in the dark."
(Just leave me here? How can you be so irresponsible!)
"Huhu." The prophet chuckled a few times: "Don't worry, even if you get lost, we will find a brother to take you home. Let's talk about business first---I want you to destroy an evil man
God."
"Wha, what?!" Bedivere almost exclaimed. But he still remembered not to make loud noises here, and he obediently swallowed back the screams in his throat: "Destroy the gods? Are you kidding me?"
"
"No, I am very serious." Xian Zhi: "We all know the gods on this earth, we can all feel them. Some of them are good---such as the one in your arm, but among them
There are also bad and extremely bad things.
Such gods need to be punished, otherwise they will become rampant. If I guess correctly, you should have met one, right?"
There was a chill behind the werewolf.
Does the prophet know about the ghost ship?
Was it Captain Senezel who reported it to them?
No. It shouldn't be. The ship only docked at noon today, and the captain and his brother didn't seem to have much time to contact each other for a long conversation. The landlord probably didn't have time to notify the prophet either.