Chapter 268 The birth container of the King in Yellow?

Chapter 268 The birth container of the King in Yellow?

The crimson moon has slipped from the sky, and the scattered starlight is faint. At the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, a new light is brewing.

Nast, who has been observing the young man, has a gloomy face and tries to speak in a calm tone, "Meeting people of unknown origin on the sea is often the most frightening. If you come with good intentions, we can sit down and drink and chat."

"It's almost dawn."

An incomprehensible word made Nast not know what to answer for a while, so he could only remain silent and wait for the other party's next move.

"You are lucky tonight."

Hasta originally planned to take advantage of the last bit of time to find Nast to test the true strength of his body.

But Bernadette also appeared here, so he didn't want to do it.

The power of the stars will make Bernadette suspicious, and now is not the time to confront her.

"???"

Nast had a question mark on his forehead, and he didn't understand the other party's intention tonight at all.

But before he could ask anything else, the aura of the young man standing in front of him shook, and the entire Black Emperor sank a few points.

When his breath was restrained again, the entire Black Emperor bounced back.

With this retraction and release, the entire Black Emperor began to shake upside down.

Nast tried to suppress the shaking of the Black Emperor, but it was very difficult.

He couldn't help but have a competitive mentality, but the other party had already opened the spiritual world channel and disappeared.

Bernadette on the Dawn also understood at this moment that the black-haired young man just now was not the uncrowned king.

It was probably some old guy who came out to pretend to be young.

Bernadette thought of the Pope of the Eternal Sun Church who she met before, who also looked very young.

"I thought you had another guest tonight."

"He arrived just a few seconds earlier than you."

"What a coincidence."

Nast sighed and said, "There are more and more mysterious people recently. This sea is no longer our era."

Bernadette chuckled and rejected his view, "You are indeed old, and I am young."

Nast straightened his back and said boldly, "Even if I get old, I am still the king of this sea!"

"A new generation replaces the old. This is the change of the times and the law."

"Gold rushes in the waves, and the young people who stay in the end are not necessarily young people."

Nast was full of confidence and heroic spirit, which attracted cheers from his crew.

...

On the coast, or on the awakened reef.

Mr. A, who had returned, waited for the sun to rise from the end of the sea, and the incarnation of the Lord returned.

"You are very good."

The same tone of approval made Mr. A lower his head. He didn't want the Lord to see his uncontrollable slightly raised mouth corners.

He humbly opened the lid of the coffin and said respectfully: "Every devout believer is willing to dedicate everything to the Lord."

"Have you never thought that you are the special one?"

A light and floating word made Mr. A's mind float and a little floating.

When the Lord's figure sank into the coffin, Mr. A closed the lid of the coffin and drove the carriage he got from nowhere to a small town by the sea.

He had explored everything in this town and successfully found a suitable place.

A place suitable for the Lord to live in must naturally be a remote and quiet place, and no one is allowed to disturb the Lord's sleep.

When he arrived at the habitat, Hastur put an early warning on the coffin and ended this divine descent.

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur covered his head with obvious pain, took another look at the star where the real creator was, and then returned to the real world.

The sun had spread from the window. Azshara got up early and went out for a walk. When he came back, he saw that his master was still sleeping. He went out for a walk again. When he came back near noon, the person in the bed was still sleeping.

"Meow?"

Azshara came to the mirror and asked in confusion.

In the mirror, Sharon showed up, looking at Hastur who was still sleeping on the bed, and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

Through this period of time with Hastur, she knew that Hastur was a person with a very regular life, and generally would not sleep for such a long time.

The spiritual power was too seriously depleted, resulting in the need to recover through sleep.

This is Sharon's judgment on Hastur's state.

But Hastur slept in bed all night, and didn't even get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Why would he consume spiritual power?

Another unknown secret.

During this period, Caius knocked on the door once, and seeing that Hastur ignored him, he didn't show up again.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Hastur woken up from his deep sleep.

Sat up straight, shook his head, very energetic and awake.

"Meow!"

Azshara pounced over, and Sharon also showed up in the mirror.

"It's okay. I'll be more careful next time."

Hasta thought about what happened last night and felt that he should not stay in the state of descent for more than three hours in the future, otherwise he would definitely not be able to wake up the next day, which would easily cause others to speculate.

"Be careful." Sharon reminded him, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Don't be impatient. Things need to be handled slowly."

"Well, I know what to do."

Hasta replied with a smile, and then said, "Do you remember the New Year's gift I promised to give you?"

Sharon looked over, her face calm, and she didn't say anything.

"When things are settled here, I will give you the New Year's gift."

"Okay."

"Okay, Azshara should get up, I should go wash up and eat, and you should lose weight."

"Meow!"

...

At dinner time, Caius met Hastur, and there was no abnormal behavior, nor did he ask Hastur why he didn't get up on time for breakfast this morning.

He just took a bunch of handwritten information and said: "During this period, we will make a statistics of all the plantations in your territory, including idle land and a large amount of land that can be reclaimed and utilized."

What a serious and efficient way of handling it.

Hastur was very satisfied with Caius's responsible attitude. Even without his reminder, he knew what to prepare.

"Well done, put the information in my room later, I want to know the details."

Caius asked someone to take away the pile of information, and then took out a map, pointing to the silver lines drawn on it and said: "This place is remote, and you need several suitable commercial channels, which can sell the resources in your territory to farther places, and it is more suitable for business..."

Caius told the story seriously, Hasta glanced at the map, his eyelids twitched slightly, these routes are not as simple as business routes, they are clearly war routes.

Among these routes, three routes are like a trident nailing three important port towns on the seaside.

As long as the three port towns are taken, it is equivalent to taking control of the sea power of the southwest coastline of Southwell County.

There are also four routes leading inland, one of which ends at Carlisle, where the Grand Duke of Southwell is located, one leads to the inland military town, one is a transportation hub, and one leads to a city rich in iron ore and other resources.

Hasta doesn't believe that Caius doesn't know these situations, he must have made relevant preparations in advance.

"You are really suitable to be my butler," Hasta gave his praise without hesitation.

Caius showed a happy expression on his face, stood up and said: "It would be my honor to be your butler."

"Where is the original butler?"

"He has a lot of things to do and can't stay here for a long time. Madam Lisa has also left."

Hasta smiled and nodded: "Then from today on, you are the butler of this castle."

Caius took a step back, bowed and saluted: "I will be driven by your wishes!"

He was really happy and excited, and he was not pretending.

Hasta still has some vision. Caius seems to be loyal to him wholeheartedly?

So the position of a butler can make him so happy.

Are there different factions among the Yellow Monks?

Hasta asked this question directly, and Caius did not hide it and told everything he knew.

At present, there are three different voices in the Yellow Monks, and each voice has its own different propositions.

The faction Caius belongs to is recognized and supported by himself, which can be temporarily called the royalist faction.

The old butler was a member of the Advent Sect. They believed that they needed to sacrifice themselves alive to the King in Yellow in order for the gods to descend to the world.

Their own bodies were the vessels for the King in Yellow to descend to the world.

The third voice was a devout believer. They only cared about following the figure of the King in Yellow and becoming the most devout followers.

A very classic triangle structure, gentle, radical, and neutral.

The reason why it is so calm now is that the right time has not come yet.

The Advent Sect has been waiting for a suitable time to welcome the King in Yellow.

Before that, even if there was a container, it would not be able to receive the advent of God.

Hastur curiously asked when this time would be.

Caius said in a low voice: "I don't know. We have been following the guidance of fate. What is coming will always come."

Forget it, it's the same old talk again.

Hastur did not comment on this. He only believed half of Caius' words. The other half could be verified at night.