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Old Jeff originally comforted his daughter that it was just a dream and that she thought too much about random things. He even teased her that she already started thinking about men at a young age.

But someone from the mayor's house had clearly told him that something unexpected happened during the Grain Sacrifice Festival, and his daughter, as the priest who presided over the sacrifice this year, would also suffer.

How about quickly finding a suitable person to marry off your daughter?

It would be best to be a foreigner, as far away from here as possible, and wait a few years before picking up his daughter.

This is what old Jeff thinks is the best solution.

But where should I find a suitable foreigner now?

Old Jeff was worried. His old face, which had already begun to grow wrinkles, now looked like it had been plowed by an oxcart, with deep ravines.

He came to the pub and ordered a 2p glass of ginger beer, which was a big glass.

It was only after nine o'clock, and many people gathered in the tavern. Someone saw Old Jeff greeting him with a smile. Seeing the sad look on his face, the man smiled and said: "Old Jeff, is your daughter ignoring you?" Are you going to leave with a handsome foreigner for life or death?"

Foreigner?

Old Jeff suddenly raised his head when he heard the keyword, his voice rose a lot, and he muttered: "What foreigner?"

"Yesterday a stranger came here to ask about many things.

After asking about your family situation, I thought he had already gone to your house to propose marriage, and then you chased him out with a broom, hahahaha..."

The people around him also laughed, and Old Jeff took a sip of ginger beer and said calmly: "Outlanders are not bad, at least they are generous, unlike people here who can't even save 100 gold pounds in a lifetime. "

"Then go to old Peter's hotel to find your foreigner son-in-law. If you arrive late, he will be lured away by someone else's daughter."

Some people said that he wanted to be a grandfather so much that he was so anxious to marry off his daughter.

Hey, what do they know? They are a bunch of poor guys who haven't even left the town.

Old Jeff licked the last sip of ginger beer, slapped the 2-penny coins on the table and lined them up, stood up and left with his head held slightly high.

After Old Jeff left, there was another burst of cheerful laughter in the tavern.

The Old Peter Hotel is the best resting place in this town, and the favorite place for wealthy foreigners to come here.

Although he hadn't met the stranger yet, Old Jeff already had some confidence in his heart. He went to the first floor of the hotel and winked at Old Peter, and the two of them went to the back kitchen to chat for a few words.

Old Jeff paid the consulting fee of 1 sole, then went up to the second floor while humming a little tune, and came to the door of the stranger's room.

He did not knock on the door immediately, but first straightened his somewhat worn brown coat and straightened his brown soft hat.

In such a small town that is mainly based on agriculture, he is already considered wealthy in this way, but he just heard Old Peter mention that this foreigner is not only young and handsome, but the clothes he wears cost tens of gold pounds at least.

My daughter is also good-looking, and she is the priestess this year, so she is considered acceptable in terms of conditions.

Feeling brave in his heart, Old Jeff knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

The moment he actually met this foreigner, Old Jeff realized how worthwhile the 1 sole consulting fee he just spent was worth.

Not to mention his better-than-average figure and appearance, just the way he is dressed makes him look like he is from a big city.

Old Jeff was very satisfied with the foreigners, but then he became even more unsure.

"What's up?"

The gentle tone made Old Jeff react immediately. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Sir, I heard someone said that you are looking for a girl suitable for marriage?"

"??"

Hasta looked at a loss, but he quickly recovered and still had a warm smile on his face. "You misunderstood. I am only interested in the local customs of the town and have no intention of getting married."

I knew, how could such a person come to a place like theirs to find a marriage partner?

Old Jeff's expression changed, and he began to feel sorry for the 1 sole consulting fee.

"I misunderstood, I misunderstood..."

Old Jeff apologized repeatedly with a shy face, and after the other party closed the door, he sighed and left.

In the room, Hastur stood by the window. Thinking of Old Jeff's purpose just now, he laughed and shook his head.

He could somewhat guess what Old Jeff was thinking. Maybe it was the mayor's people who found him, and he thought about marrying his daughter to a foreigner as soon as possible, but he didn't know how he found him here. .

Could it be because he entered his daughter's dream last night and left some relevant information?

She said there would be a chance to meet again...a little weird.

……

At night, the crimson moon hung high, emitting a crimson light that was far superior to last night.

On the flat farmland, there were no cultivators visible, only a few sporadic lights flickering.

This is a fieldkeeper who lives near the farmland at night and is responsible for taking care of the fruits and vegetables.

Most of the time it can protect against people, but sometimes it can also protect against animals that eat crops, such as wild boars, yoke, voles, etc.

A fire blunderbuss is basically standard equipment. Some field guards prefer to use a steel fork to patrol and drive away eating animals. If conditions permit, they can also spear under the moon, adding a sense of game to the calm night.

Bass is a professional farm worker, 18 years old. He works for his employer during the day and lives near the fields at night, so he can receive two wages.

The daily wage was 10 pence during the day and 4 pence at night, which meant a little more than 8 soli per week, which was higher than the wages of some people who came to the city to work in factories.

It's hard work, but it's a lot of money.

If his employer had not disagreed, he would have liked to contract the farmland of the employer next door and help another employer patrol a few times, so that he could earn an extra 2 soles per week.

Looking at the vast expanse of lush, green, and thriving crops before him, his heart was filled with envy.

His biggest wish is to have a piece of land of his own, so that he can grow whatever he likes to eat, and sell the leftovers at the market.

Bass thought of the wonderful life in the future and became full of energy again. He carried a musket on his back and used the steel fork in his hand to quickly hit a civet that was eating watermelon.

This was an unexpected gain, and the rich people in the town were willing to buy a whole one for 5 pence.

When he walked over happily, he saw that the badger that was originally pierced by the steel fork, its round belly that had been ate the melon, was now rapidly shrunken, and its entire body was shrinking rapidly, leaving only a thin skin and a pair of eyes full of fear.

Bass thought he had seen it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes hard, then picked up his steel fork and looked again. He was indeed not dazzled. The wildebeest that was originally the size of a head was now just a piece of skin.

The skin moved slightly at this moment, as if something was moving underneath.

Bass bravely used the forked tip of the steel fork to pick open the badger skin, and saw countless small spiders crawling out of the soil and then climbing up along the steel fork.

Bass was so scared that he quickly dropped the steel fork in his hand and took several steps back.

He accidentally fell on a tomato seedling in the soil, with his hands supported in the soil, looking at the swarm of spiders that kept emerging from deep in the soil in front of him in horror.

Suddenly, he felt his palms a little itchy, and looking down in the moonlight, he saw that small spiders were constantly crawling up his hands that were propped up in the soil.

He quickly stood up and frantically used his hands to rub and rub off the small spiders that were hanging on it.

Standing up straight and looking into the distance, Bass discovered that under the crimson moonlight, countless small spiders emerged from the fields. Some of them began to swallow and spit out white spider silk, entwining the roots, stems and leaves of each crop.

He just felt his scalp tingling, and he didn't dare to stay there any longer, so he ran towards his hut in panic.

On the road, small spiders continued to emerge from the soil. He had no idea how many small spiders he had trampled to death with his feet, and there were also a dozen small spiders that he had not cleaned up crawling on his body.

Fortunately, he was very close to the cabin where he was resting. After running back to the cabin, he quickly closed the doors and windows, and then cleaned the soybean-sized spiders on his body.

After shaking off the spiders on his clothes and swatting them to death, he breathed a sigh of relief and gulped down several big gulps of cold water. Only then did he feel a little better from his tense and frightened mood.

But before he could rejoice, little spiders crawled in through the cracks in the cabin.

Some came from the roof, some from the corners, and some from the gate. Under the dim light of the lanterns, they were rushing towards him in groups.

There was no corner to hide in the room, there were spiders everywhere.

Chapter 286 Fallen Mother Goddess: I finally found you!

When Bas closed his eyes and waited for death, a rustling sound sounded.

His body trembled, his legs could no longer stand firm, and he fell to the ground. However, the expected scene of being eaten by a swarm of spiders did not come.

I quietly opened my eyes and glanced around. It turned out that the rustling sound just now was the sound of spiders evacuating the cabin.

There were a lot of questions in his mind. He sat on the ground and rested for a long time before he had the courage to come to the window, slightly opened the corner of the window, and looked out the window.

Under the crimson moonlight, the spiders all over the ground seemed to have encountered some kind of natural enemy. They hid in the soil again like the tide poured back. Gradually, only layers of white spider silk were left on the ground. world.

In such a fantastic scene, he saw a figure standing on the farmland in the distance, with his back turned to him. The light on that person was particularly conspicuous, not only the light of the crimson moon, but also the brilliance of the stars.

Those spiders fled in panic because they were afraid of his presence.

When all the spiders on the ground fled, the figure also left.

Bass hid in the cabin, his eyes wide open, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep. What happened tonight was enough to become a lifelong conversation topic for him.

……

On the hill, the cave opened again to the crimson moon.

This time, Hastur did not choose to watch from the outside. His eyes were like a torch, piercing through the layers of darkness and the obstruction of spider silk, and seeing everything inside clearly.

He took one step forward, and his body fell straight down. Before the spider threads around him could wrap around him, they turned into black threads and then shattered.

After reaching the bottom, following the path opened by the spiders, Hastur gradually went deep into the world made of white spider silk. The dome above his head was filled with white cocoons, at least thousands in number.

These are the town's annual sacrifices to the so-called goddess of the breath of spring, including some unlucky ones like the mayor.

Taking into account the aura on Hastur's body at this moment, although the cocoons shook slightly, no spider dared to break out of the cocoon.

Passing through the cocoon room, Hastur saw the real owner of the night, a three-story-tall spider with a human face.

The upper body is a bloated man, and the lower body is a spider's abdomen and long legs covered with black hair.

The facial features on its face were smoothed, and it looked like it had been soaked in some kind of strong acidic liquid.

Faced with Hastur's arrival, the human-faced spider was not afraid at all. Instead, it kept turning around the surrounding spider webs, looking back and forth at Hastur, as if to confirm something.

Finally it stopped, and a familiar voice came from its abdomen, "I said I had a hunch that we would meet soon."

This was the sound Hastur heard when he entered the dream of Old Jeff's daughter that night.

At that time, he wondered why the girl was not affected by the nightmare ability.

Only now did he realize that the person he was talking to at that time was the human-faced spider in front of him.

"Madam, your premonition is very accurate, but what makes me curious is why you can still stay awake, shouldn't you fall into chaos and madness?"

Hastur already understood most of the cause and effect. The owner of this voice was the girl who was sacrificed first.