Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 461 The out-of-control marionette

"He still needs to deal with some things in South Wales, and he should return to Backlund after a while." Audrey answered calmly, her eyebrows curved: "Dear Countess, the necklace you are wearing today It’s so beautiful, I’ve never seen you wearing it before, our thoughtful Earl Hall just gave it to you, right?”

In order to avoid further discussing these topics, Audrey naturally diverted the topic away.

Until Earl Hall came back, they were still discussing what kind of skirt should be paired with this exquisite necklace.

In the evening, after dinner, Earl Hall naturally talked about the Loen Kingdom's recent defeat at the Feysac Empire.

The matter was far more complicated and terrifying than what was written in the newspapers. What really defeated the Loen Kingdom's army was not the bravery of the Fusac Empire, but an infectious disease that was suspected of spreading.

When the winter snow melts in spring, this infectious disease suddenly wakes up and spreads in the military camp of the Kingdom of Loen.

The specific symptoms are that the person will first lie on the bed feeling weak, then the face will gradually turn black and purple, and the muscles of the limbs will gradually become thinner, as if they were drained by something.

After about five to ten days, the infected person will become confused and start to go crazy.

Earl Hall's words only ended here. We still need to wait for the next wave of news to come back about the specific situation.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the Church of the Night Goddess took the lead, and the Church of Steam and Machinery and the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth jointly assisted and sent many personnel to rush to support.

Audrey felt terrible just hearing the description, so she wrote a letter that night, intending to send it to South Wales through Hastur's spiritual messenger.

After blowing the copper whistle wrapped with flame patterns, the door to the spirit world opened, and a fist-sized firebird flew out. He just glanced at Audrey and Susie, and in Audrey's curious eyes, he held it in his mouth. That letter leaves.

"This is Mr. Hastur's messenger. It's so cute."

"Wang!"

With a serious look on her face, Susie reminded Audrey that what she felt just now was not cute, but terrifying.

When the little flamingo glanced over, it looked like it was at the top of the food chain, overlooking its prey.

……

After finally finding a temporary place to live, Klein received a letter from Mr. Azik.

In the letter, Mr. Azik introduced in detail the anomalies occurring in the Feysac Empire and told him that he must not come to the Feysac Empire in a short period of time.

"Is the situation so dire?"

Klein frowned slightly after reading the letter. He also bought a newspaper today, which mentioned the war between the Feysac Empire and the Loen Kingdom.

The God of War has fallen, and the Fusac Empire, which has lost the blessing of the gods, can persist until now and even fight back, which means that it has the support of new gods behind it.

However, Mr. Azik also thinks highly of himself. Do I look like the kind of person who likes to join in the fun?
Klein laughed to himself, thought for a while, then sat at his desk and wrote a reply under the dim light.

He invited Mr. Azik to come back to Backlund and not to get caught up in the war between the Feysac Empire and the Loen Kingdom, so as not to accidentally offend their respective gods behind them.

In a world where gods can seriously affect the outcome of a battle, it is safer to stay as far away from them 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, as if he was reciting some kind of mantra or scripture.

The place where he lives is located in the southwest of the North District, about 1500 meters away from St. Samuel's Church.

In a place like this, except for members of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, members of other mysterious organizations should not dare to approach at will.

Klein did not get up from the bed, but just controlled one of his marionettes to walk to the window sill, slightly open the corner of the window, and observe what was happening on the street below.

Marionette's eyes are his eyes.

On the dark street, at some point, there was a long queue of about twenty people, including men, women, old people, and children.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all wrapped in ragged yellow clothes, but this time they do not wear yellow hoods on their heads, so their facial expressions can be clearly seen.

Their arms dropped naturally and were gently crossed at the waist and abdomen in front of them. Their feet were bare and their heads were slightly lowered. They were reciting mysterious poems that seemed like they were looking at the stars in the distance. They followed the leader along the street. Dark streets passed by.

The leading man 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, "Children of the Stars".

"Along the shore, cut through the clouds
The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

There it is, the night of wonder where the black star rises

The Wonderful Moon that Runs in the Night

Yellow rags fluttering in the wind

The singing voice disappeared silently there
when the soul no longer sings

when tears stop flowing

Lord of the Star Sea in the Distant Starry Sky

Chaos, formless, nameless
He will come here in the expectation of thousands of believers! "

After listening carefully for a while, the poem that should have been elusive and difficult to hear clearly suddenly sounded in my ears completely.

Every word is missed, just like a trickle, it flows along the ears, through the blood vessels, and into the depths of your heart.

Marionette, who should have felt nothing, couldn't help but shudder.

When Klein was hesitating whether to follow or take a look, he saw the Nighthawks from the Church of the Goddess of the Night secretly following behind these followers of the King in Yellow through a narrow slit in the window.

Their whereabouts were not too secretive, but the followers of the King in Yellow didn't seem to notice and allowed them to follow behind them silently.Are you so confident?

Klein found it strange that both these followers of the King in Yellow and the attitude of the Nighthawks towards them were worth pondering.

According to normal procedures, shouldn’t the activities of these followers of the King in Yellow be stopped?
Even if their behavior does not violate anything, they should not be allowed to wander the streets late at night.

Or, if you disturb these followers of the King in Yellow, something bad will happen?

Klein didn't take any action until these followers of the King in Yellow were out of sight.

The less trouble, the better.

My current identity is a rich man from Disi Bay.

Klein was about to take back the marionette and continue to lie on the bed to rest. However, he found that this marionette's body suddenly stiffened for a while. He turned around and faced the direction where the followers of the King in Yellow had left. He unconsciously muttered: "Along the shore. , cut through the clouds
The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

Right there, on that wonderful night when the black star rises..."

When he heard the voice coming from the marionette, Klein instantly felt something was wrong. His face darkened, and he quickly got up from the bed, manipulating the spiritual thread, trying to control the marionette to close his mouth.

But the marionette's mouth only closed for a moment, and then he continued to open his mouth and chant: "The wonderful moon that moves in the night
Yellow rags fluttering in the wind

The singing voice disappeared silently there
when the soul no longer sings

When the tears stop flowing..."

Seeing that the marionette was out of his control, Klein promptly cut off the spiritual line between himself and the marionette to prevent himself from suffering the changes from the marionette.

Secret Puppet just paused for a moment, then continued to read the last paragraph: "The Lord of the Star Sea in the Distant Starry Sky
Chaos, formless, nameless
He will come here in the expectation of thousands of believers! "

Klein raised a ball of flame in his palm and swung it at the Marionette, letting the blazing flames completely devour its body.

Although he still didn't know exactly what happened just now, he didn't dare to stay with this marionette anymore.

Fortunately, this secret puppet is just a Sequence 8 light prayer, so it is not too precious.

If it were the Secret Puppet of Blood Admiral Senor in his hand, he wouldn't be so willing to give it up.

"What the hell happened?"

Klein had no intention of continuing to sleep, and carefully recalled every second and every scene before and after.

The only unusual thing is the mysterious chapter of the poem chanted by the followers of the King in Yellow.

Could it be that there is some kind of pollution in this poem?

But why didn't I notice it at all?
If it is not pollution, it should be that those who hear the poem will be affected by some extraordinary power.

Klein couldn't make up his mind, thinking that it was time to say hello to Will when he returned to Backlund.

As for it being late at night... Will should have learned to get 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 vigorously and cheering up.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"It's almost dawn."

"There are still more than two hours before dawn!" Will said angrily: "This is the most worthwhile period of rest in the night."

Klein did not refute and waited quietly for Will to finish complaining before he asked about the followers of the King in Yellow.

"You said those believers, if you don't provoke them, they won't affect you." Will's face looked a little strange.

"But I just..."

Klein explained the problem with his marionette just now.

Will walked back and forth for a few steps: "You must have been caught peeping in secret, so the other party gave you a warning."

"What a sensitive perception." Klein is still somewhat confident in his ability to hide his aura.

"Believers of the King in Yellow walk under the stars. It's not that 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 it was a bit perfunctory in the end.

"The followers of the King in Yellow, what kind of organization are they? Or are they simply a group of common believers gathered together?"

"They claim to be monks in yellow, and their ultimate goal is to follow the King in Yellow and follow him to the end of their faith." Will added: "They believe that there is a door in the vast starry sky. The door to eternal life.”

Klein thought for a moment and asked a more curious question: "Why don't the Church of the Goddess of the Night take measures against these followers of the King in Yellow?"

"What measures should be taken? Kill them, or put them under house arrest? They have shown no harm so far."

"Just like 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 tossing and turning in bed alone, unable to sleep.

He always felt that Will was hiding something in the conversation just now.

(End of this chapter)