Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 133 The Selection of the Ventrilogue

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, there was only dead silence inside and outside Bayam's hotel.

The onlookers held their heads high, and instead of dispersing in panic after the puppet's physiologically uncomfortable voice came, their eyes became more fanatical, and they stretched their necks to frantically poke over there.

However, no matter how hard they tried, no one made a sound, and no one took a single step into the semicircular performance area.

A strange atmosphere pervades all around.

"People of the tsunami, worshipers of the storm! Open your blind eyes! The evil is gathering, the darkness is covering the light, and the usurper has stepped onto the stage."

"Where are we going to find the truth?"

"Under the shelter of thunder, flashes, and storms..."

"A miracle is about to happen!"

Ugly puppets clumsily rip out impassioned voices.

Its stubby limbs trembled as if they were electrified, and even at a distance of more than ten meters, they could still hear the ear-piercing sound of the loose and rusty parts rubbing against each other.

The stage play begins.

As soon as the puppet's voice fell, the crowd in the audience applauded mechanically and wildly. Even the aboriginal children who couldn't stand still clapped their hands vigorously, regardless of the bloodshot redness of their palms.

The weirdest thing is the manipulator of the puppet.

Even now, the old man holding the puppet is still standing there motionless as when he first came out.

His lips showed no sign of parting.

And beside the dining table in the hotel, taking advantage of the noisy applause, Gehrman whispered in an incongruous and shocking voice: "There is no sign of extraordinary?!"

That's right, even though the scene was so weird, I still didn't see any abnormal phenomena!
Is this purely civil behavior?
Yagel frowned.

Apparently, he also turned on his spiritual vision.

The pale vision confirmed this sentence——

No extraordinary fluctuations!

everything is normal.

But in this weird scene like a sacrificial ceremony, everything is normal is the most abnormal.

"Indigenous custom gathering?" He responded with a breathy voice, and there was a similar incomprehension in his words, "I didn't see anything unusual either."

The puppets are just ordinary puppets.

The old man holding it is also an ordinary old man.

"That's about a ventriloquist."

This is his conclusion after repeated glances.

The two looked at each other with an unbelievable feeling in their eyes.

As a small island where the Church of the Storm is stationed, if this theater has extraordinary abilities in it, it will be easy to solve. It's just a matter of going out and sending a report letter to the Church of the Storm.

But it doesn't contain extraordinary, it becomes complicated and confusing instead.

It seemed to indicate that there was a turbulent undercurrent under Bayam's calm appearance.

The play continued.

"Sing to you! Blessed One of the Sea!"

"Praise be to you! Protector of the Rorsted Islands!"

"Praise be to you! Ruler of underwater creatures!"

The puppet then neighed and screamed out the next line, clasped its wooden hands together, and bent its feet back against the joints, showing a creepy prayer gesture.

The atmosphere seemed to have strayed into a horror festival of a cult.

"The followers of the moon have opened the gates of heaven, blessings will come to the earth, and those who see the truth will receive the blessings of miracles."

"But beware! When the South Island forests move, terrible thieves will steal our luck!"

The puppet continued.

When the sound reached the hotel, the expressions of the two people sitting there changed significantly.

"Follower of the Moon?"

Yagel couldn't help repeating in a low voice.

Klein next to him widened his eyes and noticed the unusual address.

Combine 'moon' and 'follow', and the phrase's relationship to the Bloodborne Hunters becomes suspicious!
Of course, it is also possible to refer to the Moon Blessed Ones of this world.

But this still shows a serious problem: Judging from the honorable name, today's play is mostly about the protectors related to the ocean. How did it involve the moon?
Does the sudden change of authority represent two different beliefs?Only when another ability actually appears does it get relegated to the story.

Such legend-like compliments generally don't appear out of thin air.

That source is interesting.

Yager's black eyes moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes to stare at the old native among the crowd.

And so far, the prologue of the play is finally over.Amid the applause, the puppet turned its head, made a 'click click' sound, and gradually approached the crowd.

"The same. Today, the blessing will still select three blessed people."

"they are--"

The puppet's head turns.

Wherever those black-painted eyes see, there will be a burst of boiling, screaming, and waving arms among the aborigines standing around. Dual attention.

"Look at me! God! My mother is still waiting for me at home! I have children to raise!"

"Please! Jack is only seven years old! He has a bright future ahead!"

The first man who yelled had obvious abnormal protrusions on his neck, while the child held by the second woman couldn't stop coughing, as if he would pass out at any moment.

Such roars are not uncommon in the crowd, and most of them describe some kind of disease.

It seems that being selected represents a new life.

In the middle, the puppet's fingers slowly turned and stopped in front of the aboriginal child.

"Jack!"

The distorted voice shouted loudly.

The crowd fell into a brief silence.

But after a moment of stupefaction, the woman immediately burst into tears of joy, stood out from the crowd in the quiet atmosphere, screamed with joy, and crazily shook the child who was still in a daze at this time.

"Thank you priest! Thank you God!"

she yelled.

Surrounded by the crowd, the child named Jack was pushed into the middle of the crowd, into a semicircular open space.

Disappointment appeared in the eyes of most people, but it quickly turned into anticipation and enthusiasm for the next round.

There are two spots left!

The puppet then turned and continued to choose.

The commotion of the crowd reappeared.

No.2 "Blessed Ones" will be selected soon.

However, this time the choice surprised everyone.

The puppet's stubby, knuckleless fingers turned, turned... Through the window, it stopped in the direction of the hotel.

In other words, the direction of Klein and Yager.

"..."

This is the unanimous voice of the two at the moment.

The two black-haired youths on Loen's face looked towards this side expressionlessly.

The natives fell silent suddenly.

The puppet's fingers hesitated in the air, as if struggling which one to pick.

"...The weaker man, please come forward."

It finally said so.

Yager looked at Klein, Klein also looked at Yager, and the two looked at each other.

Who is weaker?

...that doesn't seem to be a problem.

In the silence, Klein consciously stood up slowly.

(End of this chapter)