Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 55 Spiritual Cult?Shall we dance together?
At night, a bonfire was lit in the open space by the lake.

On the edge of the bonfire, seven or eight small wooden sticks were stuck, and fishes of different sizes were strung on them.

Maric glanced at the charred grilled fish skewers in his hand, and then glanced at Hastur on the opposite side.

I always feel that this scene is a bit absurd and unreal.

Hastur Campbell, the young and handsome baron, the last heir of the Campbell family, should have been a nobleman known for his elegance.

But now, his behavior of going into the water to catch fish and roasting fish on fire is more proficient than the skills he has honed through years of living in the wind, eating and sleeping in the open.

Is this his nature liberated in nature?
Facing Maric's scrutinizing eyes, Hasta took a bite of the fish with a natural expression, and frowned slightly: "Unfortunately, there is no seasoning here."

The fish is a bit fishy, ​​it must not be that his grilled fish is poor, but that there is no seasoning to enhance the taste.

Speaking of it, he hasn't felt the taste of spicy for a long time, and the grilled fish is better if it is spicy.

"Have you been suppressed for too long?"

As Maric spoke, he secretly threw the skewered grilled fish in his hand into the fire.

"To be precise, I want to try new things."

"...You nobles are really idle."

"Yes, most nobles are very idle. They don't need to consider material needs, so they have a lot of leisure time."

"Is this also the reason why you want to step into the extraordinary world?"

Hastur did not continue to discuss these worthless topics with Maric, and quickly brought the topic to Miss Sharon.

He is very interested in Miss Sharon's past life. He has heard Maric's version of the adventure story, and he also wants to hear Miss Sharon's version of the adventure.

It's just that Miss Sharron is obviously not that fond of talking and introducing herself.

"Sharon is different from me. Her temperament has been like this since she was a child. She is quiet and doesn't like to talk, and hates noise. Apart from preferring beautiful skirts, it is difficult to find other girls' side from her."

"Her teacher is a very capable person. Sharon studied and grew up very quickly. If it weren't for that accident, her life would be far more exciting and stable than it is now. She doesn't need to take the risk to come to Backlund to hide."

"She has never complained about the hardships of life. No matter how the world changes or how dangerous it is, she always moves forward according to the principles she sticks to in her heart."

Hastur listened silently, and asked curiously: "Hasn't Miss Sharron done something naughty and out of the ordinary before?"

"Of course, when she was a child..."

When Maric came to the crucial point, he hurriedly stopped, coughed lightly and said, "I was still young at that time, and I can't remember some things clearly."

He felt that if he dared to expose the embarrassing things Sharon had done as a child in front of Hastur, he would definitely be beaten.

"Maric, being good at sharing is a good virtue."

"I'm sorry, my moral character has been hovering at the bottom."

"It's just the two of us here, do we still need to worry about this?"

"Hehe, do I look stupid?"

"Ugh."

Seeing that Maric could not be persuaded, Hasta did not continue to ask.

The two chatted for a while, and Maric went back to stay with his zombie team. Hastur flattened the grass and wanted to fetch a blanket to spread it on, but later dismissed the idea.

If you want to play a barbarian, you have to be thorough.

A way of life that is too civilized to be a savage.

In the middle of the night, a light mist came in, adding a bit of chill to the whole air.

Hastur, who was lying in the open space near the bonfire, woke up from sleep, listened for a while, and indeed heard the whistle in Maric's mouth.

Are the people of the Lingjiao group so idle?
Every night in the middle of the night, you come here to hold a dance in this deep mountain and old forest?

Or is it that they are holding some ceremony and have reached a critical moment?
"Want to go see it together?"

Hastur was interrupted by Maric's sudden voice, got up from the ground, and looked at Maric who was walking with the zombie team.

"Didn't you say that the sound of the whistle will cause the mutation of the living corpse?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep them away from here, just you and I will go and have a look."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Hastur agreed to Maric's invitation, and he was also interested in what the Spiritual Order would do.

"I'll deal with it first, you wait for me here."

Maric led the zombie squad away from here, and managed to suppress their possible changes before returning to join Hastur.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, the two walked carefully along the source of the whistle.

After walking for about 10 minutes, they saw a fire from deep in the forest.

Even under the cover of layers of dense forest, the fire was very dazzling.

If there was a ceremony at all, it must have been huge.

Hastur and Maric looked at each other, knowing that they should be more careful on the road ahead.

The two pushed aside the branches and vines that blocked the way, Maric walked ahead, Hastur followed behind, and approached the source of the fire and whistle a little bit.

As they approached for a further distance, Hastur and Maric vaguely heard voices coming from the fire.

Words such as hell of the soul, lord of the dead, and happiness in the afterlife are mentioned many times.

From this information, Hasta can already confirm that the organization that is doing things tonight is definitely the Spiritual Cult. As for which lineage it is, he is still unable to judge.

Although the Spiritual Sect believes in death, the god of death, the true god who stands at the top of the path of death, they are divided into several factions.

There are royal faction, artificial death faction, sleep faction, underworld faction and other small factions.

Each faction advocates and pursues different goals.

The royal faction advocates supporting the descendants of the god of death and has extremely high rights in the southern continent; the faction of the artificial god of death tries to activate the uniqueness and let the god of death return from the depths of the underworld, which is the most crazy and dangerous lineage.

The Ansian school simply believes that people will leave their souls alive after death. Only by letting the souls sleep can they obtain happiness in the afterlife, and the existence that dominates whether the souls sleep or not is the god of death.

This lineage is very calm, and the original intention is also very good. It is the best lineage to deal with, and what they want and do is more in line with the authority of the goddess of the night.

The Nether faction advocates summoning creatures from the underworld, which is similar to the branch of the summoning stream.

Hastur has little understanding of other factions.

"continue or not?"

Maric gave Hastur a look.

"be careful."

Hastur nodded, approving the idea of ​​continuing to explore.

The two walked on tiptoe, and carefully approached a certain distance.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, one can vaguely see a group of people circling around the fire in the light of the fire, dancing an uncoordinated sacrificial dance.

Maric looked dignified, but Hasta looked relaxed.

Even the sacrificial dance was performed so loosely and irregularly that it didn't look like a regular army of the Spiritual Cult Corps, but more like a non-staff member of the Spiritual Cult Corps.

"Do you want to leave first and then report to the Church of Evernight?" Maric lowered his voice to suggest.

"..."

Hasta glanced at Maric in surprise, shouldn't this kind of behavior be something he is good at?

Maric, a member of a non-orthodox church, has such a high level of consciousness now?

"The Church of Evernight is more serious about handling these extraordinary events." Maric couldn't understand Hastur's complicated eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, let's take a look."

Hastur said, motioning Maric to continue to open the way forward.

The two of them went a further distance, about 15 meters away from the burning fire.

The group of people dancing in circles can already be seen clearly by the light of the fire.

There are elderly people, middle-aged people who have started to lose their hair, young people, children, men, women, and children.

The firelight shone on their faces, and there was a lot of sadness under the calm and pious expressions.

After the dance, some people could no longer control their sadness and sobbed softly, while some blew brass whistles, sobbing, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a bit.

They shouldn't be able to summon some spirit world creatures, right?
Why don't you turn on your spirit vision?
While Hastur was thinking, Maric on the side had already turned on his spiritual vision first. From his not-so-good-looking face, it could be seen that he must have seen an incredible creature from the spirit world.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Not yet." Maric gave his own judgment.

Hastur let go of his worries, rubbed his fingers lightly, and turned on his spiritual vision.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge and bloated spirit creature.

It looks like a toad, but it has no limbs and can only lie on the ground.

It has a big head, compared with it, the bonfire can only be regarded as a small flame, and the group of people dancing in circles is not enough to swallow it in one bite.

It looked very quiet, only when the whistle sounded, it had a slight expression fluctuation.

In addition to the largest toad-shaped spirit world creature, there are also several smaller spirit world creatures. They stared at the brass whistles with their eyes open, whimpering and urging sounds from time to time.

Could these be spirit messengers summoned by the brass whistle?

Doesn't this group of people even have a single person who can see?
Hastur was puzzled, and felt that it was not that simple.

That toad-shaped creature in the spirit world is too huge, and its performance proves that it already possesses considerable intelligence.

It should not be a messenger, but a spirit world creature that signed a contract with people.

Whose courier would make such a big mess, and when it finished delivering the letter, I don't know how long it will take.

Could it be that this is the preaching site of the Lingjiao Mission?
As soon as the thoughts in Hastur's mind floated up, he heard a middle-aged man in formal attire and expensive at the bonfire in front of him, smiling in the direction where he and Maric were:
"Two friends from afar, would you like to dance together?"

(End of this chapter)