At 5:40 p.m., there was only a dead silence inside and outside Byam's hotel.

The crowd of onlookers held their heads high, and instead of being frightened and scattered after the puppet's uncomfortable voice came, their eyes became a little more frenzied, and they stretched their necks and leaned frantically over there.

However, no matter how hard they tried, no one made a sound, and no one stepped into the semi-circle of the performance area.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

"Tsunami people, Tempest worshippers! Open your eyes that you can't see the truth blindly! Evil is gathering, darkness is obscuring the light, and the usurper has stepped onto the stage. ”

"Where are we going to find the truth?"

"Sheltered by lightning, flashes, and torrential rains......"

"A miracle is coming!"

The ugly puppet clumsily pulls out a rousing voice.

Its stubby limbs shook like electricity, and from a distance of more than ten meters, it could still hear the screeching sound of the loose rusty parts inside.

The stage play begins.

As soon as the puppet's words fell, the crowd in the audience applauded like a machine, and even the indigenous children who were unsteady clapped their hands vigorously, ignoring the bloodshot redness of their palms.

The weirdest thing is the puppet controller.

Even now, the old man with the puppet is still standing motionless as he did when he first came out.

His lips showed no signs of opening.

And next to the hotel table, taking advantage of the noise of applause, Gelman whispered in an unfigurative voice: "No signs of extraordinary?!" ”

That's right, even if the scene has reached this point, there is still no abnormal phenomenon!

Is this a purely folk act?

Yager frowned.

Apparently, he also turned on his vision.

The gray vision confirms this sentence -

No extraordinary fluctuations!

Everything works fine.

But in this strange scene like a sacrificial ritual, everything is normal is the most abnormal.

"Indigenous custom gatherings?" He replied in a breathy voice, his words containing a similar incomprehension, "I don't see anything out of the ordinary. ”

Puppets are just ordinary puppets.

The old man holding it is also an ordinary old man.

"That's about a ventriloquist."

This was his conclusion after repeated glances.

The two of them glanced at each other, and there was a strange feeling in their eyes.

As a small island where the Storm Church is stationed, if this theater has extraordinary abilities in it, it will be easy to solve it, and go out to the Storm Church to submit a report letter.

But it doesn't contain the extraordinary, it is confusing.

It seemed to herald the dark tide that was raging beneath Byam's calm exterior.

The repertoire continues.

"Praise be to you! Favorites of the sea! ”

"Praise be to you! Protector of the Rorsted Islands! ”

"Praise be to you! Ruler of the creatures of the seabed! ”

The puppet then hissed and screamed for the next line, its wooden hands clasped together and its feet snapped back in a creepy gesture of prayer.

The atmosphere was as if you had strayed into the horror festival of some cult.

"The followers of the moon have opened the gates of heaven, blessings will come to the earth, and those who see the truth will receive the blessings of miracles."

"But be vigilant! When the South Island forests move, terrible thieves will steal our luck! ”

The puppeteer continued.

When the voice reached the hotel, the expressions of the two people sitting changed significantly.

"Followers of the Moon?"

Yager couldn't help but repeat under his breath.

Crane's eyes widened next to him, and he also noticed the unusual title.

The combination of 'moon' and 'follow' makes the phrase's relationship with Bloodborne Hunters suspicious!

Of course, it is also possible to refer to the Moon Dependents of this world.

But it still points to a serious problem: judging by the honorific name, much of today's play celebrates the protectors of the ocean. How does that involve the moon?

Does the abrupt change in authority represent two different beliefs? It is only when another ability actually appears that it is classified in the story.

Such legendary praises do not usually appear out of thin air.

That's where the source comes from.

Yager's dark eyes moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at the indigenous old man in the middle of the crowd.

And at this point, the opening remarks of the play are finally over. Amid the applause, the puppet turned its head, made a clockwork sound of 'click', and gradually approached the crowd.

"The same. Today, the blessing still selects three blessed ones. ”

"They're—"

The puppet's head turns.

Everywhere the black pen eyes looked, there was a boil, screams, waving arms, and the crowd that had just stiffened seemed to suddenly come to life, and the bee chrysalis moved forward, hoping to get the attention of the puppet.

"Look at me! O God! My mother is still waiting for me at home! I still have children to raise! ”

"Please! Jack is only seven years old! He has a bright future ahead of him! ”

The first man shouted with a distinctly unusual bulge on his neck, while the second woman was holding a child coughing as if he was going to pass out at any moment.

Such roars are not uncommon in the crowd, and most of them state a certain disease.

It seems that being chosen represents a new life.

In the middle, the puppet's fingers slowly turned, stopping in front of the indigenous child.

"Jack!"

A distorted voice shouted highly.

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

But after a moment of stunnedness, the woman immediately cried with joy, stood out in the quiet atmosphere, let out a scream of joy, and shook the child who was still in a daze at this time.

"Thank you, priests! Thank God! ”

She shouted.

Surrounded by a crowd, the child named Jack was pushed into a semicircular clearing in the middle of the crowd.

Loss comes to the fore in most people's eyes, but it quickly turns into anticipation and frenzy for the next round.

There are two more slots!

The puppet then spun and continued to choose.

Once again, the crowd was crowded.

The second "blessed one" is about to be selected.

However, this time the choice came as a surprise to everyone.

The puppet's stubby, knuckleless fingers swirled and turned...... Through the window, I stopped in the direction of the inn.

Or rather, the direction of Klein and Yager.

“……”

This is the unanimous voice of the two at this moment.

The two dark-haired youths with Rune's faces looked over with expressionless faces.

The natives fell silent.

The puppet's fingers hesitated in the air, as if they were struggling with which one to choose.

“…… The weaker male, please come forward. ”

It finally said so.

Yager looked at Crane, and Crane looked at Yager, and the two looked at each other.

Who is weaker?

…… That doesn't seem to be a problem.

In silence, Crane consciously and slowly stood up.

(End of chapter)