Chapter 461 The Out-of-Control Secret Doll
"He still needs to deal with some things in South Wilshire, and he should return to Backlund in a while." Audrey answered calmly, her eyes curved, "Dear Countess, the necklace you are wearing today is so beautiful. I have never seen you wear it before. Our thoughtful Earl Hall just gave it to you, right?"
In order to avoid further discussion of these topics, Audrey naturally diverted the topic.
Until Earl Hall came back, they were still discussing what kind of skirt should be matched with this exquisite necklace.
In the evening, after dinner, Earl Hall naturally talked about the recent defeat of the Kingdom of Loen in the Feysac Empire.
Things are far more complicated and terrible than what is written in the newspaper. What really defeated the army of the Kingdom of Loen was not the bravery of the Feysac Empire, but an infectious disease that is suspected to be spread and contagious.
When the winter snow thaws in spring, this infectious disease suddenly awakens and spreads in the military camp of the Kingdom of Loen.
The specific symptoms are that people will first lie on the bed with weakness all over their body, and then their faces will gradually turn black and purple, and the muscles of their limbs will gradually become thin, as if they were drained by something.
After about five to ten days, the infected will become mentally confused and start to go crazy.
Earl Hall only said this. The specific situation needs to wait for the next wave of news to be sent back.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the Church of the Goddess of Night took the lead, and the Church of Steam and Machinery and the Church of Mother Earth worked together to send a lot of people to support.
Audrey felt terrible just by listening to the description. That night, she wrote a letter and planned to send it to South Wales through Hastur's spiritual world messenger.
Blowing the copper whistle with flame patterns, the gate of the spiritual world opened, and a fist-sized firebird flew out. It just glanced at Audrey and Susie, and left with the letter in Audrey's curious eyes.
"This is Mr. Hastur's messenger, so cute."
"Woof!"
Susie reminded Audrey with a serious face that what it felt just now was not cute, but terrifying.
When the little firebird looked over, it seemed to be at the top of the food chain, overlooking its prey.
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Klein, who finally found a temporary place to live, received a letter from Mr. Azik.
In the letter, Mr. Azik detailed the abnormalities that were happening in the Feysac Empire and told him not to come to the Feysac Empire in the short term.
"Is the situation so terrible?"
After reading the letter, Klein frowned slightly. He also bought a newspaper today, which mentioned the war between the Feysac Empire and the Kingdom of Loen.
The God of War has fallen. The Feysac Empire, which has lost the protection of the gods, can persist until now and even fight back, which means that there are new gods behind it as a backing.
However, Mr. Azik also overestimated himself. Is he the kind of person who likes to join in the fun?
Klein laughed at himself, thought for a while, and sat at the desk. Under the dim light, he wrote a reply letter.
He invited Mr. Azik to come back to Backlund and not get involved in the war between the Feysac Empire and the Kingdom of Loen, so as not to accidentally anger the gods behind them.
In a world where gods can seriously affect the war situation, it is safer to stay away from gods as much as possible.
Late at night, Klein suddenly woke up from his sleep. He vaguely heard a neat and erratic chanting coming from the street outside, like some kind of spell or scripture.
The place where he lived was located in the southwest of the North District, about 1,500 meters away from the Church of Saint Samuel.
In such a place, except for the members of the Church of the Goddess of Night, other mysterious organizations should not dare to approach at will.
Klein did not get up from the bed, but controlled one of his secret dolls to walk to the window sill, slightly opened a corner of the window, and observed what was happening on the street below.
The eyes of the secret doll were his eyes.
On the dark street, a long line of about twenty people lined up at some point, including men and women, old people, and children.
The only common point was that they were all wrapped in a layer of ragged yellow clothes, but this time they did not wear yellow hoods on their heads, so their facial expressions could be clearly seen.
Their arms naturally fell down, gently crossed in front of their waists, bare feet, heads slightly lowered, reciting mysterious poems that seemed to come from the distant starry sky, following the leader along the street, passing through the dark street.
The leader held an oil lamp in one hand and a book with the back of the King in Yellow on the cover in the other.
This time, Klein clearly saw the name of the book, "Child of the Stars".
"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds
The twin suns sank into the lake
The long shadows fell
There, the wonderful night when the black star rose
The wonderful moon running in the night
The yellow ragged clothes fluttered in the wind
The song silently disappeared there
When the soul no longer sang
When the tears no longer flowed
The Lord of the Starry Sea in the distant starry sky
The chaotic and invisible nameless one
He will come in the expectation of thousands of believers!"
Listening carefully for a while, the poem that should have been vague and difficult to hear clearly suddenly sounded in his ears completely.
Without missing a single word, it flows through your ears, through your blood vessels, and into your heart like a trickle of water.
The secret doll, who should have felt nothing, shuddered.
When Klein was hesitating whether to follow him to take a look, he saw through the window that was only slightly opened that night that the Night Goddess Church was secretly following behind the group of Yellow King believers.
Their whereabouts were not too secretive, but the Yellow King believers seemed not to notice and let them follow silently behind them.
Are they so fearless?
Klein found it strange. Whether it was the Yellow King believers or the attitude of the Night Watchers towards them, it was very intriguing.
According to the normal process, shouldn't the activities of the Yellow King believers be stopped?
Even if their behavior did not violate anything, they should not be allowed to wander the streets late at night.
Or, what bad things would happen if they disturbed the Yellow King believers?
Klein did not take any action until the Yellow King believers left his sight.
Less trouble is worse than more trouble.
His current identity is a rich man from the Disi Bay.
Klein was about to take back the doll and continue to lie on the bed to rest, but he found that the doll suddenly stiffened for a while, turned around and headed in the direction where the Yellow King's followers left, and unconsciously muttered: "Along the shore, cut through the clouds
The twin suns sank into the lake
The long shadow fell
There, the wonderful night when the black star rose..."
When he heard the voice from the doll, Klein instantly felt something was wrong, his face sank, and he quickly got up from the bed and manipulated the spirit line to control the doll to close its mouth.
But the doll's mouth only closed for a while, and then continued to open and chant: "The wonderful moon running in the night
The yellow ragged clothes fluttered in the wind
The song silently disappeared there
When the soul no longer sings
When the tears no longer flow..."
Seeing that the doll was out of his control, Klein cut off the spirit line between him and the doll in time to prevent himself from suffering from the changes from the doll.
The puppet paused for a moment before continuing to recite the last paragraph: "Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky
O chaotic, invisible and nameless one
He will come in the expectation of thousands of believers!"
A ball of fire rose from Klein's palm and waved it at the puppet, letting the raging flames completely devour its body.
Although he didn't know what had happened just now, he didn't dare to keep this puppet with him.
Fortunately, this puppet was just a Sequence 8 Prayer of Light, and it was not too precious.
If it was the puppet of Blood Admiral Senior in his hand, he would not be so willing to give it up.
"What happened?"
Klein no longer had any thoughts of continuing to sleep, and carefully recalled every second and every scene before and after.
The only abnormal thing was the mysterious poem chanted by the followers of the Yellow King.
Could it be that this poem contained some kind of pollution?
But why didn't he notice it at all?
If it wasn't pollution, then people who heard the poem would be affected by some extraordinary power.
Klein couldn't make up his mind, thinking that he should say hello to Will when he returned to Backlund.
As for the fact that it was late at night... Will should have gotten used to it.
Klein lay on the bed and placed the paper crane next to his pillow. Soon, he saw Will in his dream, wearing a nightcap and blue pajamas, rubbing his eyes hard, and cheering up.
"Do you know what time it is now?"
"It's almost dawn."
"There are more than two hours before dawn!" Will said angrily: "This is the most worthwhile time to rest in a night."
Klein did not refute, and waited quietly for Will to finish complaining before he asked about the followers of the Yellow King.
"You are talking about those followers. If you don't provoke them, they won't affect you." Will's face looked a little strange.
"But I just..."
Klein talked about the problem with his secret doll just now.
Will walked back and forth a few steps and said: "It should be that you were discovered peeping in the dark, so the other party gave you a warning."
"What a sensitive perception." Klein was still a little confident in his ability to hide his breath.
"The followers of the Yellow King walk under the stars. It's not easy to hide in front of them. Just be careful in the future."
Will obviously didn't want to discuss this topic too much, and he was a little perfunctory at the end.
"What kind of organization are the followers of the Yellow King? Or are they simply a group of people with the same faith gathered together?"
"They call themselves Yellow Monks. Their ultimate goal is to follow the Yellow King and follow Him to the end of faith." Will added: "They believe that there is a door to eternal life in the vast starry sky."
Klein thought for a while and asked a more curious question: "Why didn't the Goddess of Night teach them to take measures against these followers of the Yellow King?"
"What measures? Kill them or put them under house arrest? They haven't shown any harm at the moment."
"Just that?"
"I'm so sleepy. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Next time, remember not to disturb my rest."
Will left, leaving Klein alone in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
He always felt that Will was hiding something in the conversation just now.