The salty and wet smell of the sea breeze blew through the small square, and the eyes of the indigenous people turned into hostility and indignation, and the surrounding foliage.

Even in winter, the trees of Byam are still evergreen.

The candidates for the theatre are:

Gelman Sparrow, the cold and crazy bounty hunter! He has a sharp face, a black tweed coat, and a tall figure.

Under the watchful eyes of countless indigenous peoples, the second place of the "blessed one" has been determined......

Wait, not yet.

Through the hotel window, the puppet and Klein looked at each other for a few seconds.

"No, it's not you."

"It's the sick wilting one next to you."

It said with a sudden affirmation.

The eyes of the crowd outside the window changed with the words, and immediately abandoned the man who stood up and threw himself to the rear.

Klein played a good expression and rarely climbed a little sluggish: "? ”

Wilting?

Who?

Is there such a person here?

The grim-looking bounty hunter turned his head to look.

And behind him, Yager, who heard this, also slowly tilted his head.

The two looked around suspiciously.

The wooden inn is quite narrow and you can see the end at a glance. Under the woven tapestry hanging down on the second floor is a hall with only a few dining tables.

On the left, there is no one.

On the right, there is no one either.

Even the boss, who should be behind the front desk, went back to the back kitchen to cook.

In the empty hall, there were only two figures.

“……”

As one of the only two customers, someone had to recognize a fact -

He was the one who called the puppet.

Yager: "......"

The atmosphere froze.

Do you want to come back?

He looked back at the window with a blank face.

"Squeak."

The slight grinding of metal resounded around the table for a second, the last wail of a pitiful teaspoon left on earth.

Unfortunately, the puppets outside the layers of glass were unaware of this.

In the dead silence, it nodded affirmatively, as if it was very sure that it was the young man in the back, its empty mouth opened and closed, and once again a shrill and piercing voice sounded:

"Come on! Strangers from afar. Blessings have come. ”

"Your twisted mind will be calmed under the gaze of the storm, the lesions that have been haunted for many years will disappear without a trace, and after the blessing, your life will be smooth."

There was an eerie demagogy in its tone.

On the contrary, the natives who had been following the puppet turned grim, and their malice and hostility seemed to turn into substance, like a blade piercing the two foreigners.

Standing at the forefront, a woman was holding a sick girl, with tears in her eyes, looking at this side with indignation.

Places are a precious thing to them.

And under their gaze, Yager replied succinctly:

"I'm not sick."

The air seemed to freeze for another second.

The puppet in front of the window struggled to shake its head with stiff joints: "You're sick." ”

"I'm not sick."

Again, he emphasized.

Through the polished glass, he stared silently at the ugly puppet outside.

If you interpret it from the perspective of the people who are praying for the gift, whether it is the woman holding the maiden or the chosen child 'Jack', they will say angrily: This Rune man's face is full of arrogance.

But no one dared to speak out.

They just stared at him with tears of indignation, resentful of the hope of being taken away from them again.

In Byam, the Rune people represent privilege.

Not to mention, this meticulously dressed skinny youth.

The Navy will only favor him!

So, even with a thousand curses in their hearts, hating the strangers for robbing them of their blessings again, these indigenous crowds ended up just chewing on hatred and staring at Yager.

As the center of the theater, the puppet freezes in the air for a full ten seconds, as if wondering if something has gone wrong with its choice.

How do you feel that the one that looks more fierce is better to solve?!

However, the candidates who have already been identified cannot be changed.

So, word for word, the shrill voice replied again: "No." You're sick. ”

"Your skin is already pale, your body is weak, and invisible diseases have actually found you a long time ago!"

"But the storm has sent its will, and according to the old prophecy you will be the Blessed One, and all this will be gone away from you, and you will be glorious all your life."

"Be careful, outlander! If you insist on not opening your eyes and staring at the truth, the curse will become your nightmare! ”

In the gesture of doomsday prophecy, it imposed new diseases and raised a curse in an attempt to force Ager to agree.

I don't know why, but it seems to be very persistent, and it must be pulled from one of the two alien Rune.

A man and a puppet stared at each other in silence.

Minutes and seconds passed.

After a long time, when even Crane next to him was secretly preparing the revolver to fight with the natives, Yager finally replied lightly: "Okay." ”

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

The puppet seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

It immediately turned, and the wheelbarrow under it kept turning, and slowly returned to the center of the square with the rusty 'squeak' of the old man who actually operated them.

And half a minute later, the last blessed person was quickly chosen.

Now, standing in the semicircular clearing is Yager, with two Baiyam, a man and a woman, on the left and right.

The unchosen crowd let out screams of despair and rage, screams, gnashing of teeth, and scolding.

All around him were stares glaring at him viciously.

Do not resent those who are chosen, but resent those who are chosen

Byam's problem is serious.

Yager had a preliminary understanding of the current state of the colony.

The faith acquired by this puppet "priest" is quite fanatical, apparently from a group whose life is not satisfactory. And what is even more obvious is that under this treacherous atmosphere, the praise in the lines is definitely not the 'Emperor of the Sea' Storm Lord.

It's a cult festival again.

Since you hit him on the head, you can just take some miscellaneous soldiers with you.

Well.

Killed all.

The stranger thought with a blank face.

Back in reality, in the dirty square, after the puppet babbled many lines, it finally turned around, raised its paint-peeling wooden hand, and got down to business.

"Thank God!"

It stiffened its wooden hands and shouted to the sky.

At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly crossed the sky!

The bright white pierced through the clouds, leaving only a flash of white light around, as if it was flashing in front of everyone's eyes, and it would hit here at any time.

The crowd shuddered, screaming and praying.

The girl who was chosen next to her was already clasping her hands in front of her chest, muttering with tears, but with the joy of seeing hope in her eyes.

As if watching a miracle, they looked at the puppet.

And when it turned its vision back, three stones had already appeared in its hand.

The stone is carved with the symbol of waves.

The puppet trembled forward, placed the three stones one after the other in the hands of the chosen one in the middle, and said in an eerie tone:

"Carry it with you for three days, and the blessings of the gods will come to you, and from then on, your life will be smooth."

"But don't forget that if you ignore God's blessings, curses will follow!"

It finally said so.

(End of chapter)