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When Hastur chooses to seal his memory for a certain period of time, the Star Container is the most suitable person to play as a homeless person.
The people on the ship had fallen asleep, and even the cooks and maids from the monks in yellow were still unable to detect any signs of activity in the star container.
Even if they did notice, they would choose to remain silent.
Because the star container is the divine envoy believed in by the yellow-robed monk organization, and even the incarnation of the yellow-robed lord.
After entering the Star Container, Hastur temporarily sealed his memory so as not to affect the performance of the Star Container for the Homeless.
Far away from the seaside and arriving at a strange port on the coast, the container of stars without memory walked blankly on the street. His eyes wandered, looking at the strange things in front of him.
He was very interested in the people and things that appeared in front of him, but after looking at them for a while, he lost interest, as if there was some kind of isolation between the world and him, or it should be said that his subconscious kept a distance from it all.
Because it's too fragile.
Yes, everything he saw was too fragile. He only needed to blow out a breath, and they would all turn into ashes and ruins before his eyes.
Even if he was just passing by the streets here quietly, he would try to keep a certain distance from the people next to him.
His behavior seemed very strange among the crowd. He didn't care about the gazes directed at him. His gaze just looked at everything in front of him calmly and distantly.
"Sir, do you want to buy a book? We have all kinds of unexpected books here, as well as exquisite illustrations."
There was a young man who was only as high as his shoulders. He raised his head, revealing his freckled nose, and was carefully and mysteriously introducing his business to himself.
"You can take a look first and then decide whether to buy a copy."
The young man opened a corner of the large windbreaker he was wrapped in, and saw that there were twenty pockets sewn inside the gray-white windbreaker, and each pocket contained two or three books.
The covers of most of the books feature drawings of naked men and women having sex, some of them showing tied female vampires, hanging female elves, and even some drawings of animals and people.
Under the dim light, these cover paintings seem to have a different charm, as if they are about to step out of the pictures.
He just glanced at the cover of each book calmly, without showing the slightest hint of interest in his eyes.
The young man seemed to have noticed this. He put down the corner of the windbreaker and lifted up the left corner of the windbreaker. There were still pockets on the top, and there were still books in the pockets.
The difference from before is that the covers of these books are no longer white and tender pieces of flesh piled up by naked men and women and other weird creatures.
Weird, gloomy, and curious are the unified styles of these covers. There is an old castle under the moonlight, a half-gnawed heart, a predator hiding in a dark corner, and a scene of feasting on a corpse. .
He looked at it carefully for a while, then extended the index finger of his right hand to point on one of the books. This book also had its own unique cover.
Under the shining starlight, a figure wearing ragged yellow robes wrapped tightly around himself
, facing all the viewers with only the back.
At just one glance, He fell in love with the ragged yellow robe on the cover of this book. He seemed to be lacking such a suitable piece of clothing.
"Sir, you have such a good eye. This "Children of the Stars" is one of the most popular banned books in recent times." A smile appeared on the young man's face, then he stretched out his five fingers and gestured: "The price is now It only costs 5 soli, and if purchased through other channels, this book can be sold for up to 2 gold pounds!”
5 suler? 2 gold pounds?
This should be the currency that needs to be paid when buying things in this world.
But He does not have such a thing, but He does not lack this kind of currency, because there is a lot of currency here.
He simply shook his left hand, and two shining gold pounds appeared in his palm. He handed the money to the young man, and the young man took out the book and put it in his hand.
"Sir, are these two gold pounds given to me? You are truly the most generous gentleman I have ever seen!" The young man saw clearly the two shining gold pounds lying on the palm of his hand, and his eyes widened. I can't believe I met such a generous buyer.
"Happy transaction, sir."
The young man quickly closed his fingers and clenched them, fearing that the generous gentleman in front of him would regret it temporarily, so he took the money back.
"Sir, your generosity will definitely bring you matching luck."
The young man closed his windbreaker, took two steps away, turned around and saluted, and then hummed a little tune and left happily.
He didn't feel happy because of the other person's gratitude. The two gold pounds just now were just taken out from the jacket pockets of the people nearby.
If the young man wants to thank, he should thank the quite wealthy passerby.
"Son of the Star" has a black cover, and the figure on the cover looks even more mysterious and difficult to detect than before. He seems to see some places on that figure that overlap with himself.
After staring at it for a long time, He opened the novel called "Children of the Star" under the moonlight.
The novel describes an indescribable person who travels in the human world. He is the Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky. He is the King in Yellow.
He habitually wears a ragged yellow suit, appears late at night, under the starry sky, without purpose, and randomly appears in front of the lucky ones who have the opportunity to meet Him.
He sometimes generously rewards everyone who meets Him, satisfying their deepest desires with His power that is difficult to discern.
Sometimes, He would play a game with the other party, where one could bet money, glory, life, or even everything that could be bet.
As long as He recognizes the value of the bet, it's a fair game, a winner-takes-all game, and He is always a winner.
"Readers who have read this far, I give you a sincere suggestion. When you encounter a stranger wearing ragged yellow clothes under the starry sky, leave quickly. No matter what kind of bet he uses to tempt you, you cannot accept this. A game, otherwise your soul will be lost and He will throw it away at will."
These are the original words in the book of records, and they are a warning to those who come after.
Sometimes He sends down punishment without any purpose,
Maybe it was just because a tree on the side of the road was not beautiful, or maybe someone in the crowd looked at Him for a second longer. His mood, His joy and anger, have never been regulated.
He just does whatever he wants. He will not be happy because of anyone's praise. In His eyes, no matter how beautiful things are, they are just dust that can be destroyed at any time.
After reading the entire "Children of the Stars" silently, his eyes fell on the cover of the book again. The same back view gave him a very different feeling than before. He seemed to really see it. A king in yellow descended from the starry sky and walked in the world.
……
Fitzport is a very ordinary port along the coast. Everything here is ordinary. There is no prosperous business, no special seafood, and even the pirates running rampant nearby are ordinary.
Philip, an ordinary dock worker, comes from an average family and has an ordinary appearance. No matter from which aspect, he has no outstanding qualities.
Even his dream is very ordinary.
He just wanted to go to Backlund, the city of hope, to see if the girls there were like the wandering poets who sang about them, with voices as melodious as larks, dances as gorgeous as peacocks, skin that felt softer than tofu, and blonde hair that even the sun would envy.
But until now he had not saved enough to leave the port and buy a ticket to the Kingdom of Loen.
Tonight can be considered a rare extraordinary moment in his ordinary life.
Well, he had won a grand prize at the Old Henry Tavern, which allowed him to drink as much as he wanted for free, without any limit or time limit.
Even though his alcohol tolerance was average, he still insisted on drinking from six in the evening until three in the morning, until he could no longer drink.
Philip hummed a few happy tunes as he staggered down the street, and every time he saw old Henry's sour face because he drank one more glass of wine, he couldn't help drinking another one.
Then as old Henry's face grew more and more smelly, he drained more of the glass.
It was because when he worked in old Henry's house before, old Henry deliberately found excuses to deduct his wages and even humiliated him.
"Crescent moon, round head, little man, shining long knife, stabbing and stabbing at the little man's round head, under the gaze of the crescent moon..."
Philip hummed a tune and walked on the deserted street with a swaying body.
He looked again and again, and finally saw clearly the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was a figure wearing a ragged yellow shirt, which seemed to be completely integrated with his body. No matter how hard one looked, one could not make out the figure's specific appearance through the ragged yellow shirt.
The more closely you look, the blurrier the figure becomes.
It feels like the morning mist, as if you can see clearly, but you can't see clearly.
A weirdo who appears late at night.
Philip thought about this and planned to go around it to avoid any accidents.
But the figure just stood in front of him. No matter how he wanted to pass by from other places, as he walked, the body always moved closer to him step by step.
Philip felt a strong sense of uneasiness and panic in his heart. Finally, he turned around, turned his back to the ragged figure in yellow, and started running away, like a capsized ship trying to escape from a huge whirlpool on the sea.
But as he ran, the man in ragged yellow clothes appeared in front of him again, and he couldn't make out the specific face.
He turned around and started running in the opposite direction, but he was unable to escape.
Finally, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground. The ragged yellow-clothed figure in front of him gradually grew larger in his field of vision, occupying all his sight.
"What do you wish for?"
"??"
It was so indifferent without even a trace of emotion that it was even more desolate and moving than the withered late autumn.
Philip didn't know what emotion he should use to face the scene before him. His heart was obviously full of fear, but after this question, a little hope arose in his heart.
Perhaps this mysterious person in front of me can really realize the wishes hidden deep in my heart.
Yes, even if the scene is a bit weird.
But in some ancient stories, there are always some mysterious beings that can fulfill people's meager wishes.
For example, gods walking among the human world.
Chapter 433 Sir, buy a book
As for whether the being in front of him was the legendary god, Philip was not sure, but he still had some inexplicable expectations in his heart.
"Yes, I want to go to Backlund..."
Philip still stuttered and expressed his wish.
"Backlund..."
Like a whisper, Philip felt the space around him change. He seemed to see himself leaving the port where he had lived for more than twenty years, and flying into a strange and bizarre world.
He clearly saw himself flying up, as if he was entering a colorful bubble. The outside world passed by his eyes at a very fast speed and disappeared like flying.
Did he really follow this yellow-clothed figure to Backlund?
The hope in Philip's heart gradually overcame his fear, and he began to carefully observe everything in front of him.
This world is not a fairy tale at all. Instead, it is full of desolation and dilapidation. It feels like a shabby house at the foot of the mountain in the port that has been uninhabited for a long time.
No, it's far scarier than a shabby house where no one lives. It's scarier.
Just now, a ferocious and indescribable terrifying creature flashed past his eyes. He could only vaguely see that it was a bloated cow with its mouthparts all over its body, like a standing cow, but its whole body was covered with black body hair.
When he turned back and looked again, the body of the terrifying creature was torn into pieces, with dark and slippery tentacles growing out of the fractures.
Did this mysterious figure take action?
Phillip had some guesses in his mind and didn't dare to look around for a while. It wasn't until the world in front of him suddenly changed that he looked back in front of him.
Under the bright starry sky, the crimson moon has disappeared, leaving only wisps of starlight falling from the stars, illuminating the dark world.