Chapter 285 The young man with a thorn in the moonlight

Chapter 285 The young man with a thorn in the moonlight

Counting each spider with a pair of eyes, there are hundreds of them densely packed in front of you.

After searching to no avail, these spiders crawled back into the cave, and the cave returned to calm.

In the early morning, the scorching sun brought the golden light of flowing fire. The cave with a radius of nearly ten meters last night had disappeared.

Gone, replaced by thick earth.

The foot on it was no different from ordinary land. Hastur jumped twice, but there was still no change.

He found a piece of gravel and dug a few times until he dug a small pit of half a meter. There was still soil underneath, with no trace of a cave.

Hastur was very glad that he did not leave immediately last night but stayed here instead. Sure enough, he saw something different.

He wondered how it was possible that no one had discovered such a large cave on the top of the mountain.

It turns out that this cave is like an owl, hiding day and night.

"It's a bit difficult to solve."

Hastur chose to leave, and he would switch to the star container at night to see what was going on. It was better for him to stay away now, to avoid being visited by this human-faced spider.

Small town, old Jeff's house.

Early in the morning, the mayor's family came to return the original 50 gold pounds he had paid for the quota, and vaguely reminded him that there might be changes in the sacrifices during this year's Grain Sacrifice Festival.

This made him frown all of a sudden, and he secretly regretted that he was too greedy. If he had known better, he would not have let his daughter get into this muddy water. Now that she has fallen into the dye vat, she will not be able to wash it out.

This morning, before the mayor's family came to refund the money, his daughter secretly told him that she had a strange dream last night.

In the dream, she was like a transparent, lonely soul, her whole body stiff and unable to move. She could only watch her body move on its own, and she said words that were not her own.

During this period, a young man with a vague appearance appeared and talked to her about the Breath of Spring Goddess. She could not remember exactly what he said.

Old Jeff originally comforted his daughter that it was just a dream and that she thought too much about random things. He even teased her that she already started thinking about men at a young age.

But someone from the mayor's house had clearly told him that something unexpected happened during the Grain Sacrifice Festival, and his daughter, as the priest who presided over the sacrifice this year, would also suffer.

How about quickly finding a suitable person to marry off your daughter?

It would be best to be a foreigner, as far away from here as possible, and wait a few years before picking up his daughter.

This is what old Jeff thinks is the best solution.

But where should I find a suitable foreigner now?

Old Jeff was worried. His old face, which had already begun to grow wrinkles, now looked like it had been plowed by an oxcart, with deep ravines.

He came to the pub and ordered a 2p glass of ginger beer, which was a big glass.

It was just past nine o'clock, and many people had gathered in the tavern. Someone saw Old Jeff greeting him with a smile. Seeing the sad look on his face, the man smiled and said: "Old Jeff, is your daughter ignoring you?" Are you going to be separated from a handsome foreigner for life or death?"

Foreigner?

Old Jeff suddenly raised his head when he heard the keyword, his voice rose a lot, and muttered: "What foreigner?"

"Yesterday a foreigner came here to inquire about many things, and also asked about your family situation. I thought he had gone to your house to propose marriage, and then you kicked him out with a broom, hahaha..."

The people around him also laughed, and Old Jeff took a sip of ginger beer and said calmly: "Outlanders are not bad, at least they are generous, unlike people here who can't even save 100 gold pounds in a lifetime. "

"Then go to old Peter's hotel to find your foreigner son-in-law. If you arrive late, he will be lured away by someone else's daughter."

Some people said that he wanted to be a grandfather so much that he was so anxious to marry off his daughter.

Hey, what do they know? They are a bunch of poor guys who haven't even left the town.

Old Jeff licked the last sip of ginger beer, slapped the 2-pence coins on the table and lined them up, stood up and left with his head slightly raised.

After Old Jeff left, there was another burst of cheerful laughter in the tavern.

The Old Peter Hotel is the best resting place in this town, and the favorite place for wealthy foreigners to come here.

Although he hadn't met the stranger yet, Old Jeff already had some confidence in his heart. He went to the first floor of the hotel and winked at Old Peter, and the two of them went to the back kitchen to chat for a few words.

Old Jeff paid the consulting fee of 1 sole, then went up to the second floor while humming a tune, and came to the door of the stranger's room.

He did not knock on the door immediately, but first straightened his somewhat worn brown coat and straightened his brown soft hat.

In such a small town dominated by agriculture, he was already considered wealthy in this way, but he had just heard Old Peter mention that this foreigner was not only young and handsome, but the clothes he wore cost tens of gold pounds at least.

My daughter is also good-looking, and she is the priestess this year, so she is considered acceptable in terms of conditions.

Feeling brave in his heart, Old Jeff knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

The moment he really met this foreigner, Old Jeff realized how worthwhile the 1 sole consulting fee he had just spent was.

Not to mention his better-than-average figure and appearance, just the way he is dressed makes him look like he is from a big city.

Old Jeff was very satisfied with the foreigners, but then he became even more unsure.

"What's up?"

The gentle tone made Old Jeff react all of a sudden. He rubbed his hands and said with a stiff face: "Sir, I heard from others that you are looking for a suitable girl to marry?"

"???"

Hasta looked confused, but he quickly recovered, still with a warm smile on his face, "You misunderstood, I am just interested in the local customs and customs of the town, and I have no intention of getting married."

I knew that such a person could not come to a place like theirs to find a marriage partner?

Old Jeff's face changed, and he began to feel sorry for the consulting fee of 1 Sule.

"I misunderstood, I misunderstood..."

Old Jeff apologized repeatedly with a shameless face, and he sighed and left after the other party closed the door.

In the room, Hasta stood by the window, thinking of Old Jeff's purpose just now, he laughed and shook his head.

He could guess a little about Old Jeff's thoughts. Maybe the mayor's people found him, so he thought about finding a foreigner to marry his daughter quickly, but he didn't know how he found himself here.

Could it be because I entered his daughter's dream last night and left some relevant information?

She said there would be a chance to meet again... a bit strange.

...

At night, the crimson moon was high, emitting a crimson light far better than last night.

On the flat farmland, there were no longer any farmers, only a few scattered lights flickering.

This is the farm guard who lives near the farmland at night and is responsible for taking care of fruits and vegetables.

Most of the time, it can be used to prevent people, and sometimes it can also be used to prevent animals that steal crops, such as wild boars, wild magpies, and field mice.

Each person has a musket, which is basically standard. Some farm guards prefer to take a steel fork to patrol and drive away stealing animals. If the situation permits, they can also stab wild magpies under the moon, adding a wild flavor to the quiet night.

Bass is a professional farm guard. He is 18 years old this year. He is responsible for working for his employer during the day and living nearby in the fields at night, so that he can receive two wages.

The daily wage is 10 pence during the day and 4 pence at night, which is a little more than 8 soles per week, which is higher than the wages of some people who go to the city to work in factories.

It's hard work, but the money is good.

If the employer didn't disagree, he would also like to contract the farmland of the employer next door, and help another employer patrol a few times, so that he can get an extra 2 soles per week.

Looking at the large area of ​​green and thriving crops in front of him, he was full of envy.

His biggest wish is to have a piece of land of his own, so that he can plant whatever he likes to eat, and the uneaten ones can be transported to the market to sell.

Bass thought of the good life in the future, and he was full of energy again. He carried a musket on his back and threw a civet that was eating watermelon with a steel fork in his hand.

This is an unexpected harvest. The rich people in the town are willing to buy a complete one for 5 pence.

When he walked over happily, he saw that the slug that was originally pierced by the steel fork, originally had a round belly because of stealing watermelons, and now it was rapidly shrinking, and the whole body also shrank rapidly, leaving only a thin skin and a pair of eyes full of fear.

Bass thought he had seen it wrong, rubbed his eyes hard, and then picked up his steel fork to look again. He was indeed not dazzled. The slug that was originally the size of a head was now only a piece of skin.

The skin was moving slightly at this moment, as if something was moving underneath.

Bass bravely used the forked tip of the steel fork to pick up the skin of the slug, and saw countless small spiders crawling out of the soil, and then climbing up along the steel fork.

Bass was so scared that he quickly threw away the steel fork in his hand and stepped back several steps.

He accidentally fell on the tomato seedlings in the soil, with his hands propped up in the soil, looking at the group of spiders that kept emerging from the deep soil in front of him in horror.

Suddenly, he felt his palms itchy. He looked down in the moonlight and saw that his hands, which were propped up in the soil, were constantly crawling with small spiders.

He quickly stood up and frantically rubbed and rubbed his hands to get rid of the small spiders hanging on them.

Standing up straight and looking into the distance, Bass found that under the crimson moonlight, countless small spiders emerged from the farmland. Some of them began to swallow and spit out white spider silk, entangled the roots, stems and leaves of each crop.

He felt his scalp tingling, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment, and ran towards his hut in a panic.

On the way, small spiders in the soil continued to emerge. He didn't know how many small spiders he had stepped on to death, and more than a dozen small spiders that he hadn't cleaned up also crawled on his body.

Fortunately, he was very close to the cabin where he was resting. After running back to the cabin, he quickly closed the doors and windows, and then cleaned up the soybean-sized spiders on his body.

After shaking the spiders off his clothes and slapping them to death, he heaved a sigh of relief and gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold water. His nervous and frightened mood was slightly relieved.

But before he could celebrate, small spiders crawled in through the cracks in the cabin.

Some came from the roof, some from the corners, and some from the door. Under the dim light of the lantern, they were rushing towards him in groups.

There was no corner in the room where he could hide. Spiders were everywhere.