The red-robed priest looked very strange in a red garment that represented a certain faith, and wore a long, narrow, pointed gold crown on his head.

The Spire Gold Crown was recognized without a glance, because yesterday the Tavernkeeper said that he had a golden crown from the Land of Waves.

Could it be that the tavernkeeper's golden crown is the one worn on the head of the red-clothed priest?

The hair on the top of the head of the red-clothed priest had all fallen off, and the pupils in his eyes were even darker than the boatman just now, and Hitomi was almost invisible.

The rugged facial lines outline the inhuman face, and this intense ugliness deeply irritates the eyes that are no longer cut.

As a ninja, it is difficult to have an emotional reaction such as fear and fear, but when I saw this red-clothed sacrifice, I felt an indescribable ominous feeling in my heart.

In Zai Bu Chop's opinion, the face of this red-clothed priest was like an underdeveloped deformed, and there was nothing human desirable in his countenance.

And the red-clothed priest at the entrance of the ancient house also looked up and down with his pupilless eyes, and then staggered into the ancient house like the mouth of the abyss.

Is this what the Land of Waves was meant to be?

Zai Bu Chop is not familiar with the country of waves, and he has rarely heard about the country of waves before.

But now, it seems that the entire country of waves is like a thick fog that can't be dispersed on the island for a long time, shrouded in a layer of haze.

...

Walking down the streets of the fishing village, I looked around without slashing around, hoping to find a human-looking human.

But in fact, no, Zai Bu Chop passed through the entire fishing village from the main road, and he didn't even see a single figure, and the red-clothed sacrifice he met just now turned out to be the only living creature he encountered along the way.

Coming out of the fishing village, I was a little confused.

If you infiltrate the country of waves as an ordinary person, you can't ask around openly like a ninja.

Because it will be easy to expose yourself by doing so, after all, the dried persimmon demon whale is lurking in this country, and it is difficult to say where you will directly encounter the dried persimmon demon whale itself.

So the best thing to do is to find someone and ask this person all about the country of waves.

But after walking around the fishing village, I found that there was not even a person who seemed to be able to communicate normally.

At this time, the sound of breaking waves crashing against the reef by the sea attracted the attention of Zai Bu.

Following the sound, I saw a person sitting on the huge reef by the sea.

The man sat on the reef with a bottle of wine lying down in his hand, and looked like he was sitting alone on the reef and drinking.

If you don't cut it again, you can't give up this opportunity, so you quickly ran over to talk.

"Hello?"

Standing behind the man, he tentatively greeted him, but there was no immediate response, the man picked up the bottle in his hand and took another sip of wine, before looking back at Zai Bucho.

This is an old man with an old face, his beard has been sparse for a long time, his gray hair has been dreadlocked, and the whole person looks extremely unkempt, completely like a drunkard and a lazy man.

And what does not match the image of this old man drunk is that he actually wears a pair of metal-framed glasses that look very learned.

It is usually difficult to get useful information from the mouth of a drunkard, but when you see the appearance of this old man, it is already very good.

Because compared to the people of the country of waves that he met before, this old man is already the people of the country of waves who are most like normal people.

"I'm a foreigner who just came here, my name is Taro Momochi, what is your name?"

The old man's eyes were very dim, but they were just the kind of gloom that had lost all their brilliance, and the pupils in his eyes were still there.

After a long hiccup, the old man answered the question of not cutting again.

"Dazna."

After a brief exchange with the old man, he learned some about the old man.

This old man named Dazna is a native of the country of waves, originally a bridge builder in the country of waves, but now he is just a useless person who drinks all day by the sea and waits for death.

As for how he ended up in this field, it still has to start from a month ago.

"There! That's where it all began—the cursed place, the place where all evil gathered, the place where the deep waters began, where the gates of hell opened to the earth! ”

Dazna's tone suddenly rose high, and he pointed to the center of the island of Wave Country behind the two of them, where the chimney stood.

"Two months ago, since that man came to this land, this place has changed, it has to change completely!"

"They killed the original daimyo of the country of waves, and made the people here accept their faith."

"At first, there were a lot of people who rose up to resist, but they were so strong that we couldn't resist at all."

"Later, through the evil power of that faith, he made the people get fish from the sea, as well as gold, and the people of the country of waves became greedy!"

"The man who called himself Dagon formed his own sect, and countless people surrendered under that terrible statue, hoping to gain more favors by worshipping that statue..."

"But that's an evil sect at all, they sacrifice people who don't accept faith and **** to evil creatures living at the bottom of the sea."

"My son! My son! He was eaten alive by that monster! ”

Dazna's words were staccato and staccafe, interspersed with filthy and vulgar swearing, and he kept spitting into the sea in front of him.

"The evil sacrifice continues! Every month they send a fixed number of young people to the sea, as well as small ornaments carved by themselves. ”

"In return, evil underwater creatures will drive fish from all directions, occasionally offering something like gold."

"And those who accept their beliefs will be in the company of those mermaids like toads, and even gain the ability to communicate with them."

"The longer they spend together, the more kinship they have..."

"You should have seen the ghosts of those people, right?"

The words just now were like Dazner's mad gibberish, and it was the only sentence that the person he was talking to was never cut again.

But before he could reply, Dazner began to talk to himself again.

"They're going to be more and more like it, and that disgusting and evil merfolk creature can even people! Their descendants will be hybrids with that creature, they will no longer be human, and as long as they enter the water, they will be immortal! ”

"Ever heard of Cthulhu in Lalleyer?"

"Ahh

"The island has been completely overrun by the man's evil sect and the evil creatures who obey him, and I can only keep my mind clear with alcohol."

"Run! Youngster! ”

"Me? I can't leave here, one of my feet is already being clutched by them. ”

"I'm sure they'll find me soon, and before that I'll drink all the wine they've bought in exchange for their Crown of Evil!"

Suddenly, Dazner's eyes were fixed on the churning water, and the fear in his eyes was revealed.

He stood up and grabbed Zaibu's shoulders and exclaimed, "Run! They saw us! ”

"Run! They all know it! Because they have seen it! I see them too! ”

"Ahh

Dazna ran back like crazy, not looking back at the waters that terrified him.

There are still waves.

There is nothing there.

(The former assassin and the assassin met in this way, what a trick!) ）