Chapter 180 Momo sighs
The Pale Moth was very happy today. Even though he was constantly fluttering his wings and scattering the debris from his scales, he did not feel tired at all.
Even through this act of getting rid of unnecessary things, I got feedback on the principles from Brother Moth, and I became stronger again!
Because my always disobedient host...it finally stopped being a human being today!
But this so-called non-humanity is actually just an exaggerated rhetorical technique I learned in the waking world! The current host at this point in time is far from being called an inhuman. Not to mention completely shedding its mortal body to reveal its true self, it has not even passed the Gribby level...
Sigh - this host really doesn't let the moth worry. (Momo sighed and shook his head helplessly)
But the host finally woke up today! He is finally willing to do something inhumane! ! !
First, there was the middle-aged man who raised his ax to sneak attack, then there was the bad old man who secretly poisoned, and then there was the blacksmith who tried to backstab with red pokers... The sneak attacks of these malicious mortals were all seen through by the clever host, and under their control, My scales are buried in the soul as the seeds of coordinates.
Alas, this host is really hypocritical. He obviously wants to taste the pleasure of killing in his heart, but he just refuses to show his true nature and tear these fragile mortals into pieces - he always has to wait until the mortals take the initiative. I slowly fought back, but fortunately the host was so indecisive and did not dare to kill in front of that little moth, so he could only spread my scales quietly.
Hehe, good sowing, wonderful sowing!
These mortals who have planted my scales will inevitably fall into the forest when they fall asleep tonight, and then my good friends will definitely come smelling my scent, get into the heads of these mortals, and devour them The last bit of reason takes over their souls and bodies... Join me to create new chaos in this town! ! !
Brother Moth, just wait and enjoy our performance!
——"The Happy Adventure of the Pale Moth in the Waking World·Volume Ⅱ·Page 119"
Watson shook his head hard, trying to expel this strange and untrue thought that suddenly popped up in his head. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was the result of his increasingly bizarre imagination. Or is it that the moth inside the skull has secretly written down his experience in a book?
He has now followed Sebastian to return the tools to the carpenter Nack. This mortal whose sanity has been deeply corrupted by the moth's magic has escaped into a dream during the day. When the two of them entered the courtyard, they could hear the sound inside the house. The sound of thunderous snoring came.
Then he returned to the town's only blacksmith's house to help with the hammering work, repeatedly hammering and hammering the rough red metal ingots to remove impurities.
At that time, the blacksmith tried to sneak up on Sebastian from behind while he was going to the toilet, using the hot iron pliers he had just taken out of the charcoal stove, piercing his waist and stirring him violently, letting the scorching heat escape from him. Destroy the damn stranger from within!
But since Watson entered the town, he has always opened up his heart perception and moth vision. He had long sensed the excited heartbeat slowly approaching from behind, turned around and grabbed the other person's throat, and pulled out another shed piece of flesh. Nails were stuffed into the muscular man's mouth.
After the rumbling swallowing sound, the buzzing in his head resounded through the blacksmith's spirit. He staggered back two steps and fell asleep on the recliner while letting out a chuckle.
Sebastian, who returned from going to the toilet, could only look at the sleeping blacksmith uncle again in confusion, wondering if everyone in the town was so tired today? Why do you always fall asleep while working? !
"Since the blacksmith uncle is asleep, let's take a break first, Mr. John. The sound of blacksmithing is so noisy, I'm afraid it will disturb his rest."
The young man put down his rolled-up sleeves and put on his coat again, "Mr. John, are you hungry? Why don't I take you to Aunt Susan's house for lunch? She invited me to attend the afternoon tea yesterday, but we are in advance now. It shouldn't have been a problem in the past - Aunt Susan's butter fish pie is the best in our town!"
And Mr. John, who had gone through a lot of intense work of hammering iron ingots in this hot blacksmith shop, did not feel tired at all, but there was a slight sweat on his forehead. He put on his windbreaker unhurriedly, still wearing his gentle and elegant look. He smiled and replied: "No problem, Sebastian, your words made my stomach growl. Let's go there now - this Ms. Susan was talking to you yesterday when I first met you. Are you talking to the lady?"
"Yes."
So Watson followed Sebastian out of the blacksmith shop. This was already the third town resident he had come into contact with. Unfortunately, he has not been able to learn anything from the mouths of these mortals filled with hatred and anger. He didn't know any useful information about the Pure White Library, and he didn't even find out the source of the hostility.
However, according to his speculation, perhaps the reason why this once prosperous town of Ilkesmouth did not turn into the dilapidated appearance it is today is because of an uncontrollable disaster that broke out many years ago, which caused many townspeople to suffer. People died in that disaster - but the buildings in the town were not too seriously damaged. Only a small number of abandoned houses showed the appearance of being burned black by fire. It can be seen that the disaster was not a simple natural or man-made disaster, but some kind of disaster. A strange, damage-free house is a special disaster that can accurately harm mortals.
He immediately thought of the esoteric cultists. Only the power of esoteric transmission can simply affect the minds of mortals without damaging the buildings... But it can destroy a prosperous town with thousands of families into the empty and depressed place it is today. Looking at it, at least half of the family must have lost their lives in that disaster... What a huge esoteric force this was, thirty people? Fifty people? One hundred people?
Watson has never tried to unleash his secret power unscrupulously. For a while, he didn't know how many mortals a second-level secreter like him could influence at once if he exerted the magical influence of sex without control. spirit, so he is currently unable to estimate the specific number of people who were attacked by the Esoteric Cult in the small town of Ilkesmouth at that time.
"But -" he thought to himself, "if the Crossroads Order came out in force, it would probably be able to cause such a result."
While Watson was thinking, Sebastian had also led him to resist Susan's lovely pink courtyard, which was perhaps the only place full of brilliant colors in the entire gray and bleak town.
The young man didn't know that Mr. John next to him had already figured out the street topography of the entire town and was showing him the direction with great interest.
Sebastian shouted through the pink fence: "Ms. Susan!"
"According to yesterday's agreement, I should not come until afternoon tea time, but my stomach is really hungry, so I am embarrassed to take the liberty to come to your house and have lunch!"
A friendly and heroic voice immediately came back from the room, "Is it little Sebastian? You came just in time. We are just getting ready for lunch, so come in quickly."
As a rule, houses in the small town of Ilkesmouth do not have locked doors.
Because this coastal town is too remote, no outsiders have entered it for many years. The town maintains a harmonious atmosphere where the outdoors is not closed. There is no need to worry about thieves sneaking in and stealing things. In a sense, it has already Great harmony was achieved.
As Sebastian stepped into the courtyard, he continued to shout into the house: "Ms. Susan, I also brought a guest, do you mind?"
"guest?!"