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"The Church of the Night handles these extraordinary events more seriously." Maric couldn't understand Hastur's complicated eyes and said in a lower voice.
"Don't worry, let's see again."
Hasta said, motioning for Maric to continue to open the way forward.
The two of them went deeper and were about fifteen meters away from the blazing fire.
By the light of the fire, I could already see clearly the group of people dancing in circles.
There are elderly people, middle-aged people who have started to lose their hair, and there are young people, children, both men and women.
The firelight illuminated their faces, and there was deep sadness behind their calm and pious expressions.
After dancing, some people could no longer control their sadness and sobbed quietly, while others blew brass whistles and sobbed, causing the surrounding temperature to drop again.
They shouldn't have summoned any spiritual creatures, right?
How about a spiritual vision?
While Hastur was thinking, Maric beside him had already opened his spiritual vision first. From his unsightly expression, it could be seen that he must have seen incredible spiritual creatures.
"Is it dangerous?"
"Not yet." Maric gave his own judgment.
Hastur put aside his worries, gently rubbed his fingers, and turned on his spiritual vision.
The first thing that caught the eye was a huge and bloated spiritual creature.
It looks like a toad, but it has no limbs and can only lie on the ground.
Its head was so big that the bonfire was only a small flame compared to it, and the group of people dancing in circles were not enough for it to swallow in one gulp.
It looks very quiet, and its expression only fluctuates slightly when the whistle sounds.
In addition to the largest toad-shaped spirit world creature, there are also several spirit world creatures a few sizes smaller. They open their eyes and stare at the brass whistles, and make a few whimpering and urging sounds from time to time.
Could these be the spirit messengers summoned by the brass whistle?
Is there not even one person in this group of people who can see?
Hastur was confused and felt that it was not that simple.
That toad-shaped spiritual creature was too huge, and its performance proved that it already possessed considerable intelligence.
It should not be a messenger, but a spiritual creature that signs a contract with people.
Whose messenger would make such a big mess? By the time it finishes delivering the letter, no one knows how long it will take.
Could this be the missionary site of the Spiritual Religion Group?
As soon as the thought came to Hastur's mind, he heard a middle-aged man in formal attire at the bonfire in front of him, smiling and speaking in the direction where he and Maric were:
"Two friends from afar, do you want to dance together?"
Chapter 56: Lord of the Dead? Lord of Darkness? The Sleeping Father?
It was discovered that there is indeed an extraordinary person here.
Hastur took this to confirm his guess, and looked at the big toad with a more wary look.
Maric showed a ferocious look in his eyes, glanced at Hastur, and shouted: "Do you want to go up and deal with him?"
"Negotiate first. The other party has not shown any malicious intent yet."
Hasta pulled Maric's arm to signal him to calm down and not act impulsively.
"We just happened to be passing by and were attracted by the movement here."
Hastur led Mariqi out of the dense forest, attracting curious eyes. Their expressions were very calm, not at all the panic when someone peeked into the secret.
The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Everyone who can come here is the Lord's favorite."
"host?"
Hastur deliberately showed curiosity and interest.
The middle-aged man's smile became brighter and he said in a soft voice: "We believe in the Lord who is in charge of the destination of all deaths. He is the Lord of the Dead, the Lord of Darkness, and the loving father who gives sleep to all living beings."
"Are you all His followers?"
"We believe that only after death can the souls of the dead be put to sleep completely in order to achieve happiness in the next life. We are followers of His will."
"What are you here?" Hastur pointed to the crowd dancing around the bonfire.
“Although the Lord does not care about our gratitude, we still need to please the Lord with dance to show our piety and joy.”
Hastur nodded and said with a smile: "Then go on, you guys, we will leave first."
"..."
The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze slightly, and then he said with a smile: "My manor is not far from here. You can go and stay for a night. We are always willing to provide help to those in need."
The owner of the manor not far away, is this Earl Richard?
"Thank you for your kindness. We came out to camp in the wild on purpose."
Hastur still declined, turned around and wanted to leave.
He was just testing and didn't really want to leave at this time.
If Earl Richard chooses to take action, then you can be sure that they are not good people. If he does not take action, then you can continue chatting with them for a while.
"There are a lot of wild beasts here. Two friends should be more careful when camping outside. If you need help, you can come here to find us."
The middle-aged man smiled kindly and stopped talking to Hastur. Instead, he walked into the crowd and led the crowd to start a new round of sacrificial dance.
His dancing was clearly well above average for the group, and he was almost certainly the one hosting the event.
Other believers also joined the dancing team, leaving only Hastur and Maric standing outside the circle.
"Want to try the dancing here?" Hastur suggested with a smile.
Maric said in surprise: "Aren't you always cautious? Why are you so reckless now?"
"Life requires a little indulgence once in a while."
"You shouldn't be convinced by him in just a few words, right?"
"I'll try it first, while you stay here to guard it."
"..."
Maric watched Hastur join the dancing team.
The middle-aged man was very happy to see Hastur come back.
Xing personally taught Hastur how to perform this sacrificial dance well.
Hastur learned quickly, which made the middle-aged people think more highly of him and kept praising him for his talent.
Soon, Hastur became proficient in dancing this sacrificial dance and naturally blended into the group.
Only Maric, who stayed outside, seemed out of place, attracting many curious and puzzled looks.
After dancing, Hastur got rid of the conversation with Earl Richard, returned to Maric, and shared with him the information he had found.
After the integration and clichés just now, he has confirmed that the middle-aged man is Earl Richard, and his full name is Dylan Richard.
During this period, they would come here to dance and pray for blessings every night, asking the Lord of the Dead, who rules the world of dead souls, to allow the souls of their relatives to rest in peace, so that they can gain better happiness in the next life.
This concept is very similar to the Buddhist teachings that Hastur is familiar with, which is the belief in blessings in the afterlife.
In order to ensure that they can please the Lord of the Undead, they have to perform sacrificial dances for thirteen days in a row, and now there are only the last two days left before the thirteenth day.
"You seem to have changed a lot."
Maric went around and looked at Hastur. What he cared about was not Hastur's ability to easily pry out information, but the temperament and character that Hastur displayed.
Looking carefully again, Hastur's original childishness and youthfulness seemed to have faded a lot, becoming more mature and reliable.
"People always change themselves according to different situations, and no one is ever the same."
"That's right."
Maric nodded, did not dwell on the issue any longer, and asked softly: "You really don't want to dance with them late at night, do you?"
"Aren't you curious at all?"
"Curious? Haha, I don't think I have lived enough. I would rather pretend that nothing happened tonight."
Hasta pondered for a while and said with emotion: "Maric, you have successfully changed my stereotype of you."
"...I find that you are getting more and more in need of spanking now." The corner of Maric's mouth twitched.
Hastur smiled and was no longer poor. The reason why he wanted to know what this group of people wanted to do was entirely because this Earl Richard was too close to his manor.
If he was just a member of the Sleeping Sect of the Spiritual Religion, then even reporting it to the Church of the Goddess of Night would be of no use.
Sleep is also the authority of the goddess of the night.
Her full honorific name is: Goddess of Night, higher than the stars, longer than eternity, Mother of Secrets, Queen of disaster and fear, Lord of sleep and silence.
Perhaps people from the Spiritual Religion group don't know that the being who holds the authority to sleep is not only the God of Death, but also the Goddess of Night.
And after the conversation just now, he found that although Earl Richard was enthusiastic about preaching, he had a not bad character.
Many people here have been helped by Earl Richard. He not only provided help within his ability, but also comforted their sad hearts because of the death of their loved ones.
Maric advised earnestly: "I know you yearn for a mysterious and extraordinary world, but this world is very dangerous and is far from as simple as what you see with your eyes."
"for example?"
"For example, right now, you don't really think that what you see with your eyes
That’s the whole picture here, right?”
Hastur showed interest in his eyes, and Maric hesitated before lowering his voice and said: "There is a huge spiritual creature here, and it is overlooking all of us."
"Spiritual creatures? Where are they? Why can't I see them?"
Hastur showed his nervousness, excitement and curiosity at the right time.
"You haven't become an extraordinary person yet, so you can't activate spiritual vision, and you can't see creatures from the spiritual world."
"What a pity."