Chapter 432: The Yellow Clothes Walking in the World

Chapter 432: The Yellow Clothes Walking in the World

When Hastur chooses to seal his memory for a certain period of time, the Star Container is the most suitable role for the lost people.

The people on the boat have fallen asleep, even the cooks and maids from the Yellow Monks, still can't detect the signs of the Star Container's activities.

Even if they really notice it, they will choose to remain silent.

Because the Star Container is the messenger of God believed by the Yellow Monks Organization, and even the incarnation of the Yellow Lord.

After entering the Star Container, Hastur temporarily sealed his memory to avoid affecting the Star Container's role as the lost people.

Far away from the seaside, coming to the strange port on the coast, the Star Container without memory walked aimlessly on the street, his eyes wandering, looking at the strange things in front of him.

He was very interested in the people and things that appeared in front of him, but after looking at it for a while, he lost interest, as if there was some kind of isolation between this world and him, or it should be said that his subconscious kept a distance from all this.

Because it was too fragile.

Yes, everything he saw was too fragile, he only needed to blow a breath, and they would all turn into ashes and ruins in front of him.

Even if he was just quietly passing by the street here, he would try to keep a certain distance from the people around him.

His behavior seemed very strange in the crowd. Facing the gazes cast at him, he did not care. His eyes were just calm and distant as he looked at everything in front of him.

"Sir, do you want to buy a book? We have all kinds of books that you would never expect, and there are also beautiful illustrations."

A young man who was only as tall as his shoulders raised his head, revealing his nose with a little freckles, and was carefully and mysteriously introducing his business to him.

"You can take a look first and then decide whether to buy one."

The young man lifted a corner of the wide windbreaker he was wearing, and saw that there were twenty pockets sewn inside the grayish-white windbreaker, and each pocket contained two or three books.

Most of the book covers were pictures of naked men and women having sex, and some were pictures of bound female vampires, hung female elves, and even some pictures of animals and people.

Under the dim light, these cover pictures seemed to have a different charm, as if they were about to walk out of the pictures.

He just calmly scanned the cover of each book, without showing any interest in his eyes.

The young man seemed to have noticed this, he put down this corner of the windbreaker, and lifted up the left corner of the windbreaker, which still had pockets on it, and there were still books in the pockets.

Unlike before, the covers of these books were no longer white tender pieces of meat made of naked men and women and other strange creatures.

Weird, gloomy, and curious were the unified styles of these covers, with castles located in the moonlight, a half-bitten heart, predators hidden in dark corners, and scenes of people feasting on corpses.

He looked at it carefully for a while, stretched out his right index finger and pointed at one of the books, which also had its own special cover.

It was a figure wearing a ragged yellow robe under the shining starlight, tightly wrapped himself, facing all the watchers with only his back.

At just one glance, He liked the ragged yellow robe on the cover of this book, and He seemed to be lacking such a suitable piece of clothing.

"Sir, you have a good eye. This book "Child of the Stars" is one of the most popular banned books recently." The young man smiled, then stretched out five fingers on his palm and gestured: "Now the price is only 5 soli. If you buy it from other channels, this book can be sold for up to 2 gold pounds!"

5 soli? 2 gold pounds?

This should be the currency that needs to be paid when buying things in this world.

But He doesn't have such a thing, but He doesn't lack this currency, because there are a lot of currencies here.

His left hand simply clenched, and two shiny gold pounds appeared in his palm. He handed the money to the young man, and the young man also took the book and put it in His hand.

"Sir, are these two gold pounds for me? You are really the most generous and generous gentleman I have ever seen!" The young man saw the two shiny gold pounds lying in his palm, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he could meet such a generous buyer.

"Sir, happy transaction."

The young man quickly closed his five fingers and clenched them, fearing that the generous gentleman in front of him would regret it at the last minute and take the money back.

"Sir, your generosity will surely bring you the luck that matches it."

The young man closed his windbreaker, took two steps away, turned around and saluted, then hummed a little song and left happily.

He was not happy because of the other party's gratitude. The two gold pounds just now were just casually taken out from the coat pocket of a nearby person.

If the young man wants to thank someone, he should thank the wealthy passerby.

"Child of the Stars" has a black cover. The figure on the cover looks more mysterious and difficult to peek into than before. On that figure, He seems to see a place where he can overlap with himself.

After staring for a long time, He opened the novel called "Child of the Stars" under the moonlight.

The novel describes an indescribable person who travels in the human world. He is the master of the sea of ​​stars in the distant starry sky. He is the king of yellow clothes.

He habitually wears a ragged yellow dress. In the middle of the night, under the starry sky, he appears randomly without purpose in front of the lucky person who has the opportunity to meet him.

Sometimes He generously rewards everyone who meets Him, and satisfies their deepest desires with His authority that is difficult to detect.

Sometimes, He will play a game with the other party, a game where one can bet money, honor, life, or even anything that can be betted.

As long as He recognizes the value of the bet, it is a fair game. The game is a winner-takes-all game, and He has always been a winner.

"Readers who have read this far, I give you a sincere suggestion. When you meet a stranger in ragged yellow clothes under the starry sky, leave quickly. No matter what bet He uses to tempt you, you cannot accept this game, otherwise you will lose even your soul, and then be discarded by Him at will."

This is the original words in the record book, a warning to those who come later.

Sometimes He will also punish without any purpose. The cause may be just because a tree on the side of the road is not beautiful, or someone in the crowd may have looked at Him more. His mood, His joy and anger, have never had a standard.

He just follows his heart. He will not be happy because of anyone's praise. No matter how beautiful things are, they are just dust that can be destroyed at any time in his eyes.

After reading the whole "Child of the Star" silently, his eyes fell on the cover of the book again. It was the same back figure, but the feeling he gave him was very different from before. He seemed to really see a king in yellow coming down from the starry sky and then walking in the world.

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Fitz Port, a very ordinary coastal port, everything here is very ordinary, there is no prosperous business, no special seafood, even the pirates rampant around here are very ordinary.

Philip, a very ordinary dock worker, has an average family background and looks very ordinary. No matter from which aspect, he has no outstanding features.

Even his dream is very ordinary.

He just wanted to go to Backlund, the city of hope, to see if the girls there were like the wandering poets, with a voice as melodious as a lark, a gorgeous dance that could make a peacock spread its tail, skin that was softer to touch than tofu, and a head of golden hair that even the sun would envy.

But until now, he had not saved enough to leave the port and buy a ticket to the Kingdom of Loen.

Tonight was a rare extraordinary time in his ordinary life.

Well, he won a big prize at the Old Henry Tavern, and he could drink for free, unlimited, and unlimited.

Although his alcohol tolerance was also average, he still insisted on drinking from six o'clock in the evening until three o'clock in the morning, until he could no longer drink.

Staggering on the street, Philip hummed a few happy tunes, and every time he saw the stinky face of Old Henry because he drank one more glass of wine, he couldn't help but drink another glass.

Then as Old Henry's face became more and more stinky, he drank more glasses of wine.

Who made old Henry deliberately find excuses to deduct his wages and humiliate him when he worked in old Henry's house before?

"Crescent moon, round head, small man, shining long knife, stabbing and stabbing at the small man's round head, under the gaze of the crescent moon..."

Philip hummed a tune, swaying his body, and walked on the deserted street.

Suddenly, he looked again and again, and finally saw the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a figure wearing ragged yellow clothes, and the clothes seemed to be completely integrated with his body. No matter how he looked at it, he could not see the specific appearance of the figure through the ragged yellow clothes.

The more he looked at it, the more blurred the figure became.

It gave people the feeling of early morning fog, as if it could be seen clearly, but it could not be seen clearly.

A strange man appeared late at night.

Philip thought so, and planned to go around it to avoid any accidents.

But the figure just stood in front of him, and no matter how he wanted to pass by, he couldn't help but approach him step by step.

Philip felt a strong sense of uneasiness and panic in his heart. Finally, he turned around, turned his back to the ragged yellow figure, and began to run away, like a ship about to capsize and fleeing from a whirlpool on the sea.

But as he ran, the ragged yellow figure whose face he couldn't see clearly appeared in front of him.

He turned around again and started running in the opposite direction, but he couldn't escape from here.

Finally, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground. The ragged yellow figure in front of him gradually grew larger in his field of vision and occupied all his sight.

"Do you have any wishes?"

"???"

The emotion that was so indifferent that there was no trace of it was more solemn and moving than the withered late autumn.

Philip didn't know what emotion he should use to face the scene in front of him. Obviously, his heart was full of fear, but after this question, he had a little hope in his heart.

Maybe this mysterious person in front of him can really realize his wishes hidden deep in his heart.

Yes, even if this scene is a bit weird.

But in some ancient stories, there are always some mysterious beings that can satisfy people's meager wishes.

For example, gods walking in the world.