Chapter 134: Your Conspiracy, How Can It Ring!
As the sun sank completely into the horizon, the crowd in the square finally dispersed, and the locals slammed the door in the direction of the hotel with hostile eyes.
The ventriloquist turned two street corners and disappeared from sight.
It was fast into the night.
Three figures stood at the corner of the central street.
The city under the red moon is even more eerie. Unlike Beckland, Byam could still see many figures in the middle of the night, but all of them were Rune soldiers wearing red jackets and carrying rifles.
Curfews are usually enforced at night in the colony.
"What are we doing here?" Daniz asked in a confused voice.
Yager, who was walking in the forefront, glanced left and right, and then turned his head calmly: "Among the local forces you know, is there any one who worships the evil gods related to the sea and mainly recruits people from civilians?" ”
Daniz barely thought: "O rebels! ”
"Byam is now under curfew because of the blockade of groups of rebels, and several direct violent executions are carried out every week, which are entirely made up of the original local sect."
"Before the Storm Church moved in, the belief here was 'Kavituwa'."
"As far as I know, the punishers have been tracking them down. It is said that the archbishop of this area was stationed here for this purpose. ”
"Of course, the fact that this local sect has survived under the investigation is also because of the vast mass base and the actions of Intis and Ferssac."
He explained in detail.
This is exactly the same as the situation in the small square.
A name that conflicts with the Storm Church, and believers who are entirely aboriginal.
As an island in the sea, Byam is the first reflection of the tense situation between the various kingdoms. A few days ago, in the daily newspaper Rune that he bought casually, it was also mentioned that George III appeared at the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the new airship.
The direction of the propaganda is that the airship will be invincible.
The breath of war?
Yager nodded: "I see." ”
"Since the Storm Church has been tracking it down."
"Nadaniz, and Gelman, will you two go to the door of the Storm Church and post a report letter?"
He smiled again with a friendly smile.
……
Sadly, since Gelman didn't want to put up the leaflets himself, after he had finished writing the letter, only Daniz ran to the Storm Chapel as if he were chasing ten penislators.
And Yager showed no mercy once again a look of satisfaction with the success of the persecution of Daniz.
He saw it from the top of a house in the distance.
The eaves at the foot belong to a dilapidated but blue-and-white painted house, and from the familiar color scheme and shape, it is the same area where the hotel is located, inhabited by poor locals.
After taking in the progress over there, he withdrew his gaze and pulled a pebble out of the pocket of his coat.
It's the one I got in the square before.
In the gray vision, like everything in the theater, it was dim, and there was no extraordinary reaction at all.
This is also the most puzzling point of the theater.
Without extraordinary abilities, how could that ventriloquist summon thunder out of thin air and heal ordinary people? It can't be the ability to observe the sky at night, right?
But after a brief moment of confusion in the evening, Yager found the cause almost immediately.
With a little speechless look, he closed his right hand holding the stone and pressed it lightly.
The stone was broken.
When it opens again, the machinery inside is completely exposed—
There's a transmitter lying in your hand! *
There are various shoddy splicing marks on it, apparently removed from gas meters, typewriters, and other equipment.
Byam's list of monthly utility losses must be impressive.
Thinking of this, the corners of Yager's mouth twitched.
What a battle-damaged style!
The rebels' food and financial difficulties were revealed in the blink of an eye.
He shook his head speechlessly.
Then, lower your hand a little.
In the dark of the night, the transmitter made a faint 'ticking' sound in the dead silence.
It is unknown how this thing works, but when approached by the ventriloquist himself, it makes this tiny sound.
That's why it was discovered: it actually rings......
Here it is.
The sound of the transmitter reaches its highest.
Yager took a few steps to the edge of the eaves, then landed silently behind the window of the room.
The room was quiet at the moment, and the host had gone to sleep.
Another stone distributed in the theater was now placed next to a bed made of tattered clothes, and was held tightly by the hand of the indigenous girl. She was the third chosen one in the afternoon.
But in addition, what makes this picture particularly creepy are the several strong black shadows next to the sleeping girl!
Sure enough, the ventriloquist and several indigenous men wrapped in turbans appeared in the room.
Instead of hiding their footsteps, they swaggered into the tiny room, where the mountains of items piled up.
Among them, a man with a shirtless body and a hideous sea snake tattooed on his arm snorted coldly: "What is the use of this kind of action? It will not bring a future to Lord Poseidon, but it will also waste our precious strength! ”
"Except for blocking a shot or two for us when the Rune mongrels attacked, it's nothing better than pig dung!"
The man's rugged and savage face put on a look of disdain, and he asked the old man in the back with a vicious voice. The rest of the stout men, who also wore sea snake tattoos, immediately echoed loudly.
The girl in the house is still asleep, and it is likely that she was put on sleeping drugs in advance.
After hearing the questioning, the ventriloquist next to him sighed faintly: "You have to say it every time we act." ”
"I've explained it many times, this is to bring faith to Lord Seagod and strengthen our power."
"As for energy, it doesn't have to cost a lot, after maintaining her appearance of recovery for a while, throw her into the sea, and then pretend that people go out to sea? From the beginning to the present, where and how much was spent! The effect of the extraordinary item is no different from the original. ”
"Besides, if you really don't want to use any extraordinary items......"
"It's good to say that she's not sincere."
The rebels immediately burst out laughing, their voices mixed with mockery, and then taunted the stupid believers in a lewd language.
Their conversation completely tore apart the false façade of the ritual.
Not surprisingly, the festival was just a hypocrisy to gather money and gain popular support.
It's good, it's more reasonable to kill now.
Under the high blood moon, Yager outside the window silently looked at this side, showing a more eerie smile than the rebels, and a long knife quietly appeared in his hand.
Whenever a potential provocateur talent appears, a squid with a needle and a needle descends on his back in the middle of the night......
*The transmitter is not commonly used, and it is not something that ordinary forces can have, but this is not a bug
(End of chapter)