Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 160: Extra: If the Lord of Mysteries is Amon

At noon on Wednesday, the old William's pawn shop in Backlund was filled with people coming and going.

At the moment, this small store in Midtown can almost be described as glowing.

The dilapidated threshold in the past was cleaned, the glass was wiped almost reflective, facing the most abundant harvest time of the year with the best posture.

The word "pawn" on the plaque is shining brightly in the sun.

This is all because today is the 'Awakening Day' festival of the Loen Kingdom.

There are still five hours until the festival.

The streets and alleys are full of people who come to shop.

Among the crowds, from time to time, some poor people with not-so-glamorous clothes can be seen.

Even the sailors who were smoking dry tobacco at the pier walked out of the pier they depended on for survival, and came to the bustling center of Backlund, visiting those shops that were too expensive in terms of their income.

The importance of festivals cannot be overstated.

At the same time, there are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes on the street from time to time sitting on tall carriages, driving through the avenue majestically, earning envious eyes all the way.

In the brief glances of passers-by, one can clearly see the flash of decoration on the gentleman's face:
A monocle made of crystal.

This doesn't seem to be an uncommon accessory.

After taking a casual glance, Old William quickly looked away, and continued to look at the customer in front of him with a smile on his face:
"What do you think of this Roselle period hat? The traditional peak, quite attractive black silk material, will definitely make you stand out at the festival."

He displayed his plain top hat carefully, as if it were worth a thousand dollars.

The weird thing is, it's actually quite valuable.

The man in shabby clothes in front of him smiled wryly: "Old William, let's be more realistic. I can't afford such an expensive hat. It's worth more than ten pounds for its beautiful material!"

"I'm just an ordinary janitor, how can I afford such things."

Old William shook his head, and whispered in an extremely seductive tone: "You can't just look in front of you."

"Think about it, the festival will be in the afternoon, and if you wear this hat, your appearance score will definitely increase. At that time, if you are lucky, becoming a professor will be just around the corner!"

"You need to know how to invest."

He pointed in classic con man tone.

Generally speaking, the manufacturing price of this kind of plain hat is worth three or four pennies at most. Even if the craftsmanship of this hat is extremely good, it is not worth a soli. If you dare to sell it for more than ten pounds, you are a profiteer among profiteers.

If you sell a few more, they can be used as hanging street lamps for capitalists.

However, neither of them felt that there was anything wrong with it.

After going through a few times of tugging again, the customer seemed to have been lowered. In the end, he gritted his teeth cruelly and bought the top hat with tears in his eyes.

His weekly wages are not even two quid!
Old William watched contentedly as the man who spent all his savings on hats went away.

"Another harvest?"

Hank, who was big and thick, came out from the back door and asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, another guy who thinks he can reach the sky in one step. May the crow wish him good luck." Old William turned around happily.

But looking at the empty pawnshop except for Hank, he immediately lowered his face again, becoming furious.

"Where's that boy De Lester? When he's so busy, he's lazing up there?!"

"I'm not paying him two quid a week to make it easy for him!"

"This vile stranger, a salary thief!"

He was about to get past Hank angrily, go upstairs and knock on someone's door.

Hank was embarrassed and tried to dissuade him. He smiled and persuaded him not to be angry: "Don't worry, I'll call him down right away. He may be dizzy looking at the handicrafts."

During the conversation, Old William, who was facing the back of the shop, suddenly focused his eyes, and he had caught the person he was looking for: "You! What are you doing there?"

He stared at the stairs, motionless.

Looking in the direction of Old William's eyes, there was a thin and pale young man standing at the end of the dark stairwell, who was looking outside.

Hearing the voice, he looked over in confusion.

"I?"

Yagel pointed to himself suspiciously.

"That's right, who else!" Old William visibly became a little more angry, his face flushed slightly, "Are you dreaming there? It's time for you to attract guests."

"How can I, a boss, take over for you!"

His expression made the words all the more real.

This is a fact.

Yagel judged so, so he didn't refuse, and walked over in a few steps, seemingly very well-behaved.

"Sorry, boss. I just accidentally fell and hit my head. My memory is a bit unclear."

He explained calmly.

Seeing that his expression was very honest, and his forehead seemed to have some dust on it, Old William snorted coldly, did not continue to criticize, and gave up the counter.

But I couldn't help thinking:
"You'd better remember how to appraise, or be careful about your salary!"

"Also, some people shouldn't think that they are good-looking, so they want to over-prepare for the upcoming festival."

"It's such a good thing to reach heaven in one step."

"Even though it's been a long time, you still haven't completely forgotten the days before 'waking up', right? It's true that the changes haven't changed much, but in the end, how much you have left is different."

"Don't pay a price you can't afford."

At the end, Old William's voice was low and his tone was extremely serious, staring straight at him as if pointing something.

On the opposite side, Yagel put on a teachable expression very well.

But he couldn't help but frown.

After the old William dragged Hank away, he stood in front of the counter and looked at the pawn shop's account records, always feeling a violation.

What are 'awakening' and festivals?
Even without memory, he still felt that this thing shouldn't exist.

But more importantly, is the intuitive price change brought about by the festival.

Clothing sales are up 100% this month, with black robes and black peaked hats regularly topping the list.

so weird.

No matter how popular it is, it won't be like this!

Moreover, this fashion is inexplicably very popular
Yager made this conclusion in bewilderment.

However, because there were so many people in the shop, he didn't have a chance to answer such doubts for the time being, so he could only start working obediently as an ordinary appraiser of a pawn shop.

A few hours passed quickly.

The sun gradually set in the west, dyeing Backlund, which was surrounded by smog all year round, golden. At the end of the day, it finally became a little more positive.

But the plaza in Midtown Backlund was uncharacteristically crowded with people.

Countless men and women crowded into the small square, everyone looked forward to it, their eyes were more fanatical than Bayam's cult festival, and they rushed forward.

Old William led the two to the edge of the square.

Yager couldn't help but leaned to the right, avoiding the strong man who came up from behind and wanted to rely on close contact to reduce the distance from the center.

"I said, these people are crazy."

With lingering fear, he hid behind Hank next to him, letting the strong men hurt each other.

What Yager said was ambiguous and did not contain any useful information. It was obviously meant to be a cliche.

He urgently needs to figure out what this shitty place is doing.

Sure enough, Hank smiled heartily and explained:
"This is normal. Not everyone thinks life is very good now. Since there is an opportunity to climb up, there are always people who are unwilling to let it go."

"Not to mention that there is no major risk."

Yager frowned, feeling that the situation was getting even weirder: "Risk? How to climb up?"

"Ok?"

Hank froze for a moment, as if wondering why some people didn't know this kind of common sense in the world, and his eyes became sharp for a moment.

Doubts and scrutiny that didn't fit his style appeared in Zhan Lan's eyes.

weird!Violation!

Yagel maintained a calm expression, but felt an abnormal change, and his muscles tensed quietly.

But a few seconds later, Hank returned to normal on his own.

He smiled again: "Oh, you are a foreigner, it may be different there."

There seemed to be a slight difference in the lines of his muscles.

"The festival is the celebration of the 'Day of Awakening'. Over the years, it has evolved into a new class selection test. If passed, the selected person can change their current job and start a new life."

"Luen's standard is quite flexible, there are many other factors, but there is one standard that is certain—"

"As long as your percentage is up."

He smiled and said that the agility in his eyes was completely different from Hank's expression in his memory.

Yagel narrowed his eyes.

The other party talked a lot, but in fact only revealed the results of the ceremony.

He still didn't know what the standards of the festival were.

But the mystery is finally about to be solved by itself.

Amid the cheers of countless enthusiastic people, several men wearing black robes and pointed hats walked onto the stage at six o'clock on time, with a very official posture.

They put a weird crystal ball in the middle.

The strangest thing is that although their postures are different, their overall appearance is very similar, and even their decorations are similar.

There is a crystal monocle in front of the right eye.

One of them stood at the forefront, showing a strange smile that was very similar to Hank, but more harmonious, and said loudly:

"The ceremony begins now."

"The first gentleman please come forward."

The crowd was surging, cheering, and constantly pushing and pushing to get to the front.

A man at the front charged excitedly, wearing a crooked peaked hat that looked like a parody of several official officers.

He couldn't wait to press his hand on the crystal ball——

"Amon concentration, 10%."

The tester next to him reported the number calmly.

The man let out a roar of extreme remorse, and was almost dragged off by the others.

The wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together, he shouted hoarsely, 'just dress up again', but he was mercilessly kicked off the test platform.

The unwavering voice of the tester continued:
"next."

The flow of people is getting more and more excited.

But in the frenzied mood, Yagel was already dumbstruck.

what?
He blinked, and blinked again.

There was nothing wrong with the scene in front of him, and he was not mistaken.

But no problem is the biggest problem.

After appearing here, Jagel, who has been able to calmly analyze and deal with the situation calmly, felt frightened, panicked, and lost for the first time——

What is the Amon concentration? ! ! !

Why does it sound so disgusting! !

He doesn't understand!He can't understand this world!
He froze in place in shock.

On the other side, Hank has returned to normal, and began to explain the situation normally and heartily:
"That's how you see it. Your seas are probably too small to have this kind of electoral system."

"In fact, Loen often initiates referendums across Mongolia."

"If you ask me, this is probably the best part of the new policy. Officials are clean and willing to listen to the opinions of ordinary people. Life has improved a lot."

"It's not a small price to pay."

Hank lowered his voice and emphasized: "Look, the concentration of those in high positions has reached 90%, and some people even have 100%."

"In this way, going up is not a good thing."

Yagel nodded in a daze.

Seems to make sense?

Pooh!What's the point!
What kind of new species is Amon?Everyone has it, do you think you are a bionic human chip! !

What the hell is this place! !

For the first time in his life, he felt that he was really dreaming.

Hanke continued: "On the Day of Awakening, the noble Insect of Time became the greatest true god in this world, and we are all his believers."

"His scripture is only one: fairness, and fairness."

"Under the brilliance of Amon, all men are equal. We will only differentiate salary according to ability, and no longer according to the destiny that we were born with. With a higher position, you need to bear more risks."

"Equivalent exchange."

"I think it's pretty good. Oh, by the way, Durest, it's your turn."

After speaking the words that were full of absurdity from beginning to end, Hank pointed to the name called on the stage, and took the lead in pushing Yagel to the stage.

Jagel stood there numbly, his brain still hadn't recovered from the violent conflict.

'Want to escape' was written all over his face.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he mechanically put his hand on the crystal ball.

"..."

The brilliance of the setting sun paused for a moment, and in the next second, a needle drop could be heard on the square!

The crystal ball was silent.

The tester in front of him looked at the motionless sphere for a few seconds, then chuckled, raised his eyes to stare at Yager, and spit out a value that has never been seen today:
"Amon concentration, 0."

Yagel widened his eyes slightly.

He saw that the world had changed.

From the tabletop to the outside, and then to the end of the line of sight, there are crowds of people who came to participate in the festival. A second ago, they were still stamping forward frantically.

But now, there is only dead silence.

Everyone stays where they are, everyone stands like a zombie, turning their heads to look at the center.

Looking far into the distance, he could almost see the black dot-like figures on the edge of the palace high above them all suddenly turning their heads and looking in his direction.

Everyone showed similar weird smiles.

A thousand faces, a thousand ages, the same smile.

Everyone suddenly took out a monocle from their pockets, looked at the young man in the center, and laughed in unison:

"Hello, visitor."

. . .

someday in the future.

On the soft bed, Yager sat up in shock in his dying illness, stood up abruptly and gasped for breath, his eyes widened with shock and shock that did not fade away.

He froze in place for a few seconds in disbelief.

It was a dream.

It turned out to be a dream!

Yager: "..."

Oh shit.

Amon is definitely not a master of mysteries.

Absolutely!right!No!can!
　Please take a leave of absence, I have to go to school today, I guess I don't have time to update...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)