After entering, the werewolf discovered that the lobby of the hotel was also extremely dark, with only a few candles lit. The flickering light of the candles was probably not enough to fill the dilapidated stone room.
Therefore, the main source of light in the hall is not the candle, but the modestly burning fireplace. The whole hotel is also filled with the smell of some pungent spice, which seems to be a kind of sandalwood.
Although the atmosphere of this hotel was weird, at least it was much warmer and more comfortable than outside. The werewolf sat down on the shabby sofa and finally thanked God that he didn't have to sleep outside tonight.
The old man wandered around for a while before taking over a contract and explaining the hotel check-in procedures: "Is it enough for the two of you to share a room? The rent is one gold coin a day, and another thirty gold coins are required as a deposit. The deposit will be fully returned when you leave.
---Only the maintenance cost of the furniture will be deducted. If you have no objection, just sign here."
"That..." The werewolf took the contract and leaned on the coffee table to sign. But the light was really dark and he was so tired from looking at it that he couldn't help but vomited: "Why don't you turn on a light..."
"No, not tonight." The old man shook his candlestick and said quietly: "Tonight is the night of the ceremony, so we can't turn on the lights."
"Ritual, ritual?" This sentence stung Bediville. Is this really a hotel? They must have broken into some kind of strange place, right?
"Yes, [Summon Ceremonial]." The old man said seriously, and the gloomy look on his face scared Bedivere again.
"You must be kidding me------" The werewolf's first reaction was to run over and pick up the unconscious Albert, preparing to escape from this strange place.
"No, don't run!" The old man knew that he was out of luck, and quickly stopped the werewolf youth: "This is not what you imagined. This is just a routine ceremony held by the Druid sect once a month. You use
Don't be afraid."
The werewolf narrowed his eyes and looked at the weird old man: "Are you sure...are you not some kind of cultist?"
The old man explained amusedly and angrily: "No, you idiot! Druidism was once one of the ancient religions of the Keltons, the original inhabitants of Great Britain. It was upright and upright.
Even though it has declined now, the country still recognizes its existence."
Is there such a thing?
When the werewolf thought about it carefully, he seemed to have heard of similar things before. By the way, when he was a trainee knight, he was instilled with some of the most basic social common sense in Great Britain.
Druid is actually the so-called [Forest God]------a creature that is integrated with the forest and symbiotic with nature.
There are subtle differences in various legends about Druids. Some people even believe that some people in ancient times who worshiped the forest god used special means to transform their (human) bodies into plant nature.
This creates a special creature like the [Druid].
Whether Druidism worships the ancient forest gods or the sages who turned into druids can no longer be determined from any books and historical materials--I am afraid only people who truly believe in this religion can tell.
clear.
It is one of the most primitive religions in ancient times, and its teachings are very simple. It basically advises people to respect nature and learn to coexist with nature.
Druidism is indeed not a cult.
If the old man really believes in the Druid religion, then he is indeed not a cultist.
When Bediwell thought about it now, he realized that the smell wafting in the air was actually the aroma of burning resin. It was also a kind of insect repellent incense, and knights often used it when camping in the wild to prevent mosquito bites.
When the werewolf thought of this, the weird atmosphere around him suddenly became less weird.
---What! This old man made it so mysterious. In fact, he just lit a mosquito coil at home and turned off the lights to worship God.
Is it necessary for this devilish Death Stick to make everything so scary?
Seeing Bedivere's puzzled and contemptuous expression, the old man couldn't help but feel a little displeased: "Listen, kid. What religion we believe in is our freedom. This matter has nothing to do with you renting a room, so please don't meddle in your own business."
As long as it doesn’t interfere with your stay, that’s fine, right?”
(That’s true, but---)
"Do you want to sign? Or are you saying you don't want to stay? If you don't want to stay, get out!" the old man urged.
"Okay, okay, I'll sign..." The werewolf had no choice but to take the paper and pen and sign. He always felt that it was like a deed of sale rather than a rental contract.
"One month's rent, rent and deposit, totaling sixty Pantoraken gold coins." The old man said.
"It's Tabernacle..." The werewolf shook out the money from his wallet and counted them one by one.
"Yes, Great Britain... No matter what name it has changed, it is Pantolaken anyway." The old man collected the money. People of this older generation are very conservative, even if the name of Great Britain was changed.
, they are still calling this country by its old name.
"Your room is on the second floor near the first staircase. This is the key." The old man handed over an ancient bronze key: "I am Senezel. If you have anything, please come downstairs to discuss it with me."
"Your name is also Senezel?" Bedivere took the key in confusion. No wonder the old man looked somewhat similar to Captain Senezel.
"Yes, my stupid brother has been taken care of by you." The old man nodded slightly: "Go and have a good rest. I will get you a tank of bath potion---"
He looked at the rash on Albert's body: "It has a soothing effect on skin allergies."
"Excuse me. I'll take care of everything and take Al down for a bath." The werewolf carried the tiger upstairs.
This is really a very dilapidated old house. The floor is a little loose, and it keeps squeaking when you walk on it.
The carpet laid on the wooden floor has lost its color over time, showing a grayish white color, but at least it is not dusty and has been cleaned fairly well.
When Bediwell pushed open the old bronze door and walked into the room, he could feel the musty smell in the house. Of course, this musty smell was immediately covered up by the resinous fragrance of the spirit summoning ceremony, and was never seen again.
I can't smell it anymore. Those resins can repel insects, disinfect, sterilize and prevent mold, so... there shouldn't be much of a problem living here, right?
The bed was also very clean. It was a newly made white bed. Looking at the clean bed, Bedivere was unwilling to throw the dirty Albert on the bed. In contrast, he threw the tiger on the sofa.
Go up and let the tiger roll up into a ball with difficulty.
It's okay. I'm just staying in this place for a month, it's not a big deal. After a month, the trials of the Knights of the Round Table will be over, so I don't have to stay in this ghost place anymore.
The werewolf touched his left arm unconsciously.
In fact, if you really can't find a place to stay, there is one final remedy.
However, once it is used, it may alarm too many people. Such a conspicuous move is not suitable for use at this time and in this kind of country.
"Oh, so there are gods living in your arms?" Old man Senezel suddenly appeared behind the werewolf and said this unexpectedly.
Bediwell was so frightened that he jumped up: "What?!"
"That metal prosthesis on your left hand---" the old man looked at Bedivere's left arm with mysterious eyes: "There is a god in it. Although it is an artificial god."
(He knew?!)
(This old man knows about the Holy Spirit?!)
The white diamond [Holy Spirit---The Cabin in the Woods] that King Arthur gave to Bedivere was hidden in the werewolf's left arm.
That was a secret that no one knew - even Albert, who had been traveling with Bediwell for a long time, didn't know the secret hidden in Bediwell's left hand!
However, the old man knew the "spirit" hidden inside just by looking at it. What kind of ability is this?!
"Don't be nervous, young man." Landlady Senezel put down his candlestick next to the table, shook his head and chuckled: "I have seen more gods than you think. The Druids have special secrets that can
Seeing and feeling the gods. --- Well, you are a good god. He is calm and serene. He selflessly dedicates everything and takes care of you little brats along the way. I didn’t expect that Pantoraken would only know
The knights who fight and kill will also behave like this."
The werewolf remained silent. Before that, he thought the old man in front of him was just a conservative and superstitious old guy, and their outdated religion was just a child's play.
But now, he has changed his mind about the old man. Maybe Druidism is not the deceptive superstition he imagined. Maybe it has a great connection with the Holy Spirit and the Round Table system.
Seeing that the werewolf didn't speak, the old man sneered: "Then I would also advise you to be careful. There are gods living in this room, but not many of them are as kind as the god in your arm."
Tonight is the [Night of Summoning Spirits], a night when Druids burn incense and pray to appease the gods. You'd better not make any big moves. Otherwise, be careful of being punished by the angry gods!"
Bedivere gasped again. From just now, he noticed that there seemed to be many gloomy shadows on the walls of this room. He attributed all this to the dim lighting, as well as the long-term disrepair, filth and dust.
's wall.
But now it seems that things are not that simple.
Maybe it's a psychological effect. This hotel, which was originally full of ghosts but was subconsciously considered clean by werewolves, has now become ghostly again. Even its roof rustling in the night wind, it sounds like
It's also like a ghost screaming.
Living in a ghost place like this for a month? Oh my god...
Seemingly achieving his purpose of intimidating the other party, the old man let out another mischievous laugh, interrupting Bedivere's thoughts: "The bath water is also ready. Take your friend to take a bath. His condition is so bad.
, if his body is not cleaned up, the gods here will also be unhappy."
Bedivere said nothing, picked up Albert and walked to the bathroom.