"Chirp, chirp......" Faust was awakened from his deep meditation by the sound of insects outside the window, and he stretched his waist, rolled over and jumped off the soft animal skin mattress, and pushed open the window.

It was a rare sunny day in the rainforest, and there was even a ray of sunlight shining through the two large trees in front of Kuaza's house and hitting Faust's face. Faust took a deep breath of the morning air, the toad people hadn't started cooking yet, so their disgusting cooking smoke hadn't polluted the air.

But Faust was not particularly pleased with the weather to-day – the weather was cloudy and windy, preferably a drizzle, and then when he needed it, the sky would suddenly clear, and a ray of sunlight would break through the clouds and shine on people.

And now the sunny day is a bit unsatisfactory, and Faust even silently prays in his heart to all the transcendent beings he knows, and never to be cloudy when the ritual is in an important part.

That's right, today is a big day for Kuaza - after all, you can only have one funeral in your lifetime. Faust had made a lot of preparations for this funeral, and even spent the whole day yesterday preparing for the challenge of the seizing power, but in fact, no one came to bother at all.

I don't know if it's true that no one wants to be a samurai chief, or if someone wants to be, but can't pick the right time.

The previous samurai chief died without leaving any descendants, and an isolated old witch doctor declared that he would officiate at the samurai's funeral – that is, assert his dominance – and anyone could see that it was the best chance to seize power.

But no one came, which puzzled Faust.

However, he had to prepare for the funeral anyway. He didn't care about the leadership of this small tribe, he just wanted to gather a hundred followers here to complete his mission.

Faust saw that it was not too early, hurriedly washed his face, and began to tidy up his appearance.

His beautiful official outfit was covered in blood and dust, and had rotted into a mess, and he threw the body of Kuazza to the side of the road. As a result, he was only able to wear a thick dark purple robe that he had borrowed from the professor.

The robe was not overly ornamented, except for a black ribbon with yellow lace around his neck, and in addition to this, he wore a bright red round table hat that did not match his clothes, with a small end being the top of the hat and a cluster of black tassels on top.

The robe was so hot to wear that Faust had to give it a frost ray before he dared to wear it around.

Faust straightened his hat against the basin again, making himself look a little more dignified.

He was not very happy with the color of the outfit, and although the natives lacked awareness of the unusual farewell ceremony, Faust was not very happy with his own clothes, which was not in his habit and should not have been present at the funeral.

However, in the case of lack of supplies, Faust had no other choice, and it was probably more dignified to wear a red dress to the funeral than to hang a blood-stained rag.

Thinking of this, Faust was in a slightly better mood, and he pushed open the door and walked out of Kuaza's house.

From afar, he looked at Old Hama, who was presiding over the erection of the altar under the sacred tree—his followers had increased considerably, almost thirty, and it was these people who were now setting up the venue.

Faust walked towards old Hama, smiling politely at the toads as much as he could—but instead, the toads were more afraid of him.

Faust was also helpless about this, and he couldn't explain to the toads that he was showing his teeth not to bite them, but to show friendship.

Fortunately, the old toad Hama became his intermediary with the other toads. Faust cherished this middleman very much, and Faust proved right, and if it were not for old Hama, he would have to deal with these trivial matters himself, I am afraid, three or five times as much effort as he is now.

"Brother Hama, how is the podium?" Faust asked the old toad, "and the corpse shelf I spoke of? ”

The old toad wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded again and again, and said, "Ready, ready." Rituals can be performed at any time, Lord Apostle. ”

Faust did not hide his purpose from Hama the Elder, and he told Hama Sr. at the beginning that he wanted to spread the faith of Legba through Kuaza's corpse.

As Faust had expected, as time went on, the elder Hama became more and more devout in his faith in Regba, so he raised his hands in favor of it.

"Have you memorized the speeches?" Faust asked, even a little nervous. Nervousness is also a natural thing, and this is the first time Faust has engaged in targeted religious fraud, and he can't help but be nervous.

"It's familiar, okay, get ready, the villagers are coming this way. Faust patted old Hama on the shoulder.

With that, he was about to walk to the side—he had already seen Professor Pacien standing in the corner, and on either side of him stood Reinhardt and Annabella, all three of whom did not say a word, and the atmosphere seemed to be a little strange.

But old Hama grabbed him, "Lord Apostle, Lord Apostle...... This is the crystal you want, do you think it will work?", he said, handing over a swarthy object.

Faust patted his head, he almost forgot about it, he had told old Hama before, let him pay attention to the crystals for himself, the volume is large enough, and there is no need to be too strict about the texture. However, after Faust said this, he turned his head and forgot about it, but he didn't expect old Hama to remember it.

When Faust took it over, it turned out to be a pitch-black crystal, which looked very much like obsidian, but on closer inspection, it was more transparent than obsidian, and even the edges could transmit light—as if a piece of water had been blackened with ink, and then a piece of it had been cut out. The black spreads outwards from the center, and the color becomes lighter the further you get to the edges.

The entire crystal was three points thicker than a clenched adult fist, and its length was nearly eight inches, almost reaching the limit of the size of a spirit crystal servant. Faust checked the crystal and found that it weighed a little more than a crystal of the same size.

The shape of this crystalline body is as if two pyramids are interlocked together to form an octahedron, which is then elongated in the direction of the two tips. There is a symbol etched on each of the eight faces, each of which is very different from the Toad Man's writing.

The octahedron is very neatly cut, the lines are straight, the center of gravity is even, and there is almost no difference between the two halves of the octahedron, which is by no means the craft of the Toad Man, and the symbols on it do not conform to the style of the First Empire.

He looked up and asked old Hama, "Where did you find this, Brother Hama?" and he was now a little interested in these things—anyone who had ever been on an expedition to the tomb would have an interest in antiques.

Old Hama scratched his head and said curtly: "I don't know, I saw a villager use it to press a pickle jar, and he is about to come over." ”

Faust raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart that it was no wonder that there was a sour smell on it. He didn't delve into it, just nodded, "Good job, this thing just fits." ”

"Thanks to your advice. The old toad looked flattered—he had learned ten percent of Faust's manner in the presence of Professor Pacian in the past two days.

Faust glanced at the villagers who were gathering and waved his hand to stop patting him, "Alright, you're almost ready, it's time to begin." ”