Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 243: The Well of Stian, the welcoming gaze

Alan coughed dryly, indicating his agreement with what Isaruti said.

Blasphemy?

indeed.

It's like you believe in the Luoqixi religion, and someone insists on coming up to you and telling you that Luoshen is someone no one wants.

I can only perform water magic secretly without chanting.

No one can stand this.

Our Roxy is very popular, okay? If no one pursues her, it's simply because your aesthetic standards in the world of No Job are problematic.

The stall owner stared at Alan's face, which changed several expressions in an instant, and suddenly smiled.

He just pointed his finger to the side.

Several people in front of the stall subconsciously looked to the side in the direction of his finger.

On the side of the land bridge not far from this stop, there is an inverted bowl-like dome building connected to the base of the bridge. It is not very attractive and at first glance looks like an enlarged version of a water cellar with a lid. If you don’t know, you might really think it is a supporting building of the Brage Land Bridge.

The bluestone bricks on the "water cellar cover" had traces of moss being scraped off, and were covered with dense, mottled water patterns, all traces of time. Under the outer wall, at the end of the floor tiles on the shore where the few people were, there was an archway opening at the end of the sight.

But the description of water cellar is just an illusion.

It covers a huge area, spanning a waterway with splashing water, and is located right between two land streets. At one end is the opposite building area.

As they looked over, groups of passers-by had already walked into the archway, and people were also coming out from the opposite side of the street.

Looks familiar.

They were the guests on the sailboat just now.

Before Alan and the others knew it, the lively scene around them had disappeared and the crowd had long since dispersed.

Alan turned and looked at the stall owner beside him.

The stall owner stared back at him with sharp eyes.

"You have doubts about the Stilan sect, thinking that the god servant is just a sea creature, and that the sect itself is a scam. I can understand all of this. After all, this sect is still believed in by fishermen today. Today, Liupu City is no longer dependent on fishing for a living in Asura like it was a hundred years ago.

The sect naturally declined, and the number of believers was pitifully small. The pope had long since died out, and the teachings had disappeared over time. Even the sect's birthday was celebrated as a festival, becoming one of the means for Liupu City to attract foreign visitors."

“However, it is an undoubted fact that the sect once existed and was glorious.”

"That's proof."

"The holy place of the Stylan sect, the Well of Stylan."

"Also known as the Well of Wishing."

"It has been here for more than three hundred years."

The words fell.

Alan and the stall owner looked at each other in silence, but after a moment he smiled and asked.

"Are you a follower of the Stylan sect? The Well of Wishing? It's a good name, but it doesn't look like a well."

The vendor had a stern face, looking very serious.

"I am indeed a believer of the Stylan sect. As for why it is called the Well of Wishing, you will know it if you go and see it."

As he spoke, he pointed at the various 'divine servants' in front of the stall.

"And why are all the stalls here selling 'God's Servant'? It's also related to the Wishing Well. The purpose of the 'God's Servant' is not just to be collected and played with. It is the 'medium' of prayer. As long as you throw the 'God's Servant' into the well and establish a 'connection' with the God, you will be qualified to make a wish."

"The gods will respond to the wishes of those who pray."

Alan listened to the same charlatan remarks that were heard all over the world, sighed, and turned to look at Izuruti beside him.

The latter was also a little dazed, with a look of reminiscence on his face. After a long while, he blinked and spoke.

"I seem to have heard that the Stellan sect has a holy well, but I thought it would be in a more solemn place, such as a temple. I didn't expect it to be here?"

The stall owner smiled bitterly and shook his head when he heard this.

"The Wishing Well was originally our temple. A hundred years ago, there were even believers guarding it. Now, the faith has long been lost~"

He touched the divine servant in his hand, his expression somewhat lonely.

"There is no such thing as a 'god' temple."

Alan was stunned.

"Didn't those people just now go to pray? Aren't they believers?"

The stall owner's face became even more bitter, and he looked at Alan helplessly.

"Does being a cultist have anything to do with whether they want to pray?"

Alan suddenly realized that it was just like the believers of Yun before the time travel all had flexible belief standards. Believe it or not is another matter, but as long as it involves making a wish, at least when they have the opportunity to make a wish, everyone must be a devout believer.

No matter what your doctrine is, I just make my wish.

Even some famous mountains and temples have outsourced the wish-making and fulfilling business to companies.

It all depends on marketing talk.

In his previous life, Alan had never been fooled by such rhetoric.

While thinking, he kept looking into the stall owner's eyes.

In a moment, the latter's words had been put into practice.

Alan curled his lips.

In a blink of an eye, Izuruti hugged her knees and squatted quietly in front of the stall. Her black eyes looked at the "God Servant" in Allen's hand, which was obviously for whom, with a hint of anticipation. After realizing Allen's eyes, she quickly looked away, blinking at the air in front of her. She turned her head and the three heads of red, white and brown were all standing on top of her head. Alice, Sylphy and Rudy all lowered their heads to play with their "God Servant", and their expressions revealed the novelty and happiness visible to the naked eye.

There is a first time for everything.

"Give me four divine servants. In addition to the red scale and pink and white scale just now, I have this black and blue scale, and a brown one." Alan casually threw ten large copper coins to the stall owner.

"Okay!" The stall owner answered at the speed of light. His serious face suddenly turned into a smile, and the bitter expression disappeared in an instant as the money fell into his pocket, as if it was just an illusion, and he spoke again eagerly.

"Don't you want one?"

Alan took the brown-scaled divine servant and handed it to Rudy beside him, then patted his knees and stood up.

The sun had already set, the sunlight shone on him, and the glow of the sunset flowed over his body as he stood up.

Alan pointed his index finger at his face.

"I am atheist."

"I don't pray for the blessing of God."

-

The scenery changes with people.

As we got closer, the bluestone walls of the Well of Stian looked even older.

The arch is right in front of you.

His sight and sense flow swept forward together, and he could see the stone steps extending downwards, and a faint light in the dark building. His five senses extended forward, and within ten meters, there was no heartbeat of anyone, nor any fluctuation of magic power.

Alan tilted his head to look at the strange building, then turned sideways and looked behind him.

In the distance, the stall owner waved at him with a smile, holding the copper coins in his hand.

As his sight got closer, the four people behind him were blinking and looking at him.

Alan shrugged and stepped into the archway.

step.

Two steps.

Arrived in front of the stone steps.

But he stopped.

There were four people exclaiming from behind.

The change of light and darkness did not affect Alan's vision. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked above the Well of Stellan.

The dim light outside the arch just now came from the "roof" with a skylight.

In the pupil, a halo fell from the 'sky'.

It formed a circular beam of light, piercing through the darkness and projecting into the center of the circular building.

Projecting straight down.

Down, down.

At the end of the stone steps, at the end of the sight, it stopped.

There is no road below. This circular building, like a canopy, is located at the very center and the very bottom.

The halo hits the surface of the river, and the boundary between light and dark is obvious.

The blue and waving "wellhead" is right in the shaking river water.

A visual trick.

This is a building that spans a waterway.

Although this is indoors and there are no obvious water inlets in the closed walls on both sides, the rivers in the outside waterways are still brought in.

even so.

The water at the wellhead ripples under the light, still giving people the feeling that it is clearer than the river water outside.

But there's nothing too unusual about it.

So why did Alan stop?

because
'The feeling of being watched'.

He lowered his eyes and looked at both sides of the stone steps that stretched down.

The puppets, which are the same as those under the Bulaji Continental Bridge, are densely packed like a "human" fence, standing on both sides of the stone steps, lining up to welcome visitors.

A face without any features stared at the five people.

In the flow of feeling.

Doll, no heartbeat.

　Reflection: These past two days have been too slow. I will concentrate on writing on the weekend to get over this period of continuous assassinations.

　　I always pay too much attention to motivation and logic. The detailed outline clearly states that each assassination is 4-6k, for five consecutive games, and the detailed outline is made according to the perspective change.

　　As a result, as I was writing, I subconsciously wanted to arrange every assassination plot reasonably, the prosperous city, the assassination scene, the guiding words, the hidden purpose, and what each character would do in each situation.

　　Making the characters move according to their personalities + various plot arrangements based on logic + fewer days make it seem very uncomfortable to follow the story.

　　Sorry sorry, I sincerely apologize. Orz.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)