The Divine Hunter - Chapter 598

Chapter 598 Darkness and Light

The back of the puppet was torn open, like a chicken that had been gutted and gutted, and the witcher wiped it clean in the blink of an eye.

The blanket by the bonfire has a large patch of colorful and rotten cloth and cotton wool.

The two searched for a while, and sure enough, there were a lot of secrets hidden in this inconspicuous pile of junk——

A pile of gray cloth strips strung together with a thin thread, unfolded to reveal a large piece of charcoal gray writing, vague and crooked raw handwriting.

There is no beauty at all, this is the children’s pen doodles and records.

Carl and Arkham saw the most striking name on the first cloth by the bright firelight.

“Pamela.”

The name    should belong to the owner of the doll, one of the little girls who died.

Pamela’s Ragdoll.

The second strip of cloth.

January 1, 1254

Rebbiuda is above, I was picked and brought in…

It was a horrible, nightmarish experience, pain, blood, tears like a **** burst, and my head was about to explode.

Sister Xinni smiled happily.

She praised my bravery and gave me the puppet Odona.

I was afraid that this thing would continue and that one day I would die suddenly, so I decided to start recording today.

I want to share these records with my two good sisters!

…

“What do you mean by being selected, it hurts a lot, and it bleeds?” Arkham frowned, and the bone-chilling night wind blew up, chilling all over his body.

“Some kind of evil experiment?”

“The date is almost two years ago. Since the real Rabbiuda priest Xinni was mentioned, it means that Daisy hadn’t entered the temple at that time.” Carl used the bonfire to dry his hands that were about to freeze, and analyzed, “If the priest of the **** of evil omens does not come, there will be no evil experiments in the temple.”

“Is that some kind of difficult training, like we jump the club?” Arkham guessed again,

“Do you think that group of children are so weak that they seem to have undergone special training?” Carl shook his head.

“And why does Pamela feel uncomfortable, while Sister Xinni is happy?”

The two of them had no clue and changed to the next piece of cloth.

February 1st

Rebioda was on top, it came in a beautiful carriage, and brought a new companion, and Mammy laughed from ear to ear.

But everyone was terrified. I used Eudona to cover my face and prayed not to pick me up again. Sister Celia sneaked into the kitchen to hide, only to be found tied up. eat.

…

“Is Pamela planning to write a novel? Why are so many mysteries buried?” Arkham rolled his eyes and complained, “What exactly is it? Why does it make children fearful, even afraid hiding.”

“At the moment we only know that every time it goes to the temple, it chooses an orphan,” Carl mused. “What it does makes the children very scared.”

The two continued to look down.

Many of the following strips are fragmentary records, similar to each other, usually a date paired with Pamela’s tedious schedule and wild thoughts:

For example, the sun came out today, and the mood is a little brighter.

Another two good sisters, Celia and Angulan, played skipping rope and hide-and-seek in the yard.

I had a strange dream at night.

and dinner, most of the time it is potatoes, turnips, radishes and the like, and only eat meat once a month.

Gradually, the image of a little black-haired girl with a rag doll, bright eyes, sentimental, strong heart, became clear in the minds of the two witchers.

The most important thing for the two of them is that in these records, there is no longer the prayer of “Rebbiuda is on top”.

Instead, “them” is highlighted on the 1st of every month, and Pamela’s description is full of fear and disgust for them.

even later called “they” directly fat pigs, a very insulting word.

The fat pig arrives at the temple on time on the 1st of every month and selects some children. This day is an uncompromising Good Friday for the selected children. Pamela’s texts describe the discomfort and pain of everyone many times. It seems that suffered some kind of damage.

And Pamela herself is the most chosen unlucky person, but fortunately she is a strong and rational girl.

ironnically.

On the 1st night of every month, orphans can enjoy the precious meat.

This is no less than the grace of God for them.

…

“Do you see anything?”

“Well, on the 1st of every month, the fat pig arrives at the temple in a carriage, and the children can eat meat.”

Arkham took a deep breath, his voice was a little erratic,

“So this group of fat pigs will bring survival materials to the Lebioda Temple. That is to say, the temple can support so many mouths in the wilderness. It is not because the priests of Daisy said before because of the believers in the pine forest area. donations and relief.”

Karl nodded, his handsome face became serious,

“The so-called fat pig actually refers to the rich and potbellied people in the city! But there is no love and support for no reason. The fat pig has paid for materials and ‘things’ that make old mother Xinni smile, then What do the children of the temple have to pay for being selected?”

What do the rich want from the orphans who are orphans?

“They have neither profound knowledge nor extraordinary skills and survival techniques, all they have is…”

“Stop talking! This is just a guess, there is no conclusion!”

Arkham clenched his fists quietly and retorted emotionally.

The moonlight illuminated his livid face, and he faintly realized some dirty and unbearable possibilities. After all, although he was not young, he ignorantly learned that some things did not belong to him in the daily boasting of Lambert. At this age, it is difficult to say something that makes adolescent boys and girls blush red.

“How could the priest of Rabiada, in front of the sacred temple and his beliefs, do such absurd, shameless, and beast-like actions!”

“Then keep reading.”

…

May 4, 1265

A beautiful lady visited the temple with two men as strong as a stone, and stayed there for a long time, often whispering in the room all night with the old mammy.

I later learned that the lady’s name is Daisy, she speaks softly, has the kind eyes and smiles of a mother, and always cares and takes care of everyone. We all like her. It would be great if Sister Xinni was like her.

…

“It seems that the priests of the God of Bad Omens didn’t lie.” Karl held his chin in his right hand, “They did come to the temple more than half a year ago.”

“Well.” Arkham inexplicably had a hint of impossible expectation, hoping that things would turn around, and the fat pig that hated and hated disappeared from Pamela’s cloth strips.

The priest of the **** of evil omens will lend a helping hand to the orphans, proving himself like a witcher, not as evil as the legends say.

He couldn’t wait to find the next strip of cloth.

…

June 1, 1265

I don’t know what happened today. When the fat pig left, he took the old lady and got into the carriage.

Ms. Daisy, Uncle Bruzzi and Uncle Tino publicly announced that from now on, the Temple of Rabiunda would be managed by them.

Everyone was so happy, my tears soaked Odona’s clothes.

Long live Ms. Daisy!

She cares about everyone like a mother, sure, she won’t let those fat pigs spoil us again.

I have a hunch that Lady Daisy will be our patron saint!

…

The word    wasted basically confirmed the reality that Arkham was unwilling to face.

Arkham’s heart trembled, he sucked in the cold air, and slammed his fist on the ground,

“Bastard! Xinni is a beast!”

Lonely children, abandoned by their families, hurt by fat pigs, and used by temple priests as tools to earn money.

The cloth strip remembers such an understatement, how much torture Pamela has endured before she becomes numb.

“She went into the city with the fat pig in a carriage, and she didn’t die?” Carl’s face was cold, which was completely contrary to their previous guess.

“What is the purpose of her going to the city?”

The ominous feeling in their hearts became stronger and stronger.

…

June 3, 1265

Mrs. Daisy forcibly interrupted her daily morning prayers to the Prophet Rabiunda, as we would have liked.

Prayer to the Prophet is useless at all, no matter how devout, it never protects everyone.

But I didn’t expect that Ms. Daisy started teaching everyone some strange things, often mentioning pain, bad luck, and the net.

I am most impressed with one of the sayings – Feeling pain, suffering and being sane is a gift, persevere and it will blossom and bear fruit in the web of destiny.

I felt darkness, darkness, and dead silence. Everyone was a little scared, and they didn’t communicate much all day.

…

June 15

The two uncles beat the statue of the prophet on time every night, I don’t know what they were doing. And their eyes became terrifying, like the hungry dogs guarding the home.

Ms. Daisy taught everyone a complete set of prayers again – the great weavers rule death and doom, we call your honorable name, black Greba, Zoran Ach Tete, implore you to open up endless Person, accepting the Son of Pain (stretched out)…

She asked us to pray this way over the statue of the prophet.

Not long after, my spirit became very poor, I was often dizzy and had frequent hallucinations, and a terrible spider called my name in the hallucination.

Inexplicably, there is a black tattoo on his wrist.

I asked quietly, and this tattoo appeared on Seria and Angulan, as well as everyone else.

I feel more and more that something is not right.

but barely bearable, I believe everything will be fine.

As long as Lady Daisy protects us from the persecution of fat pigs.

…

“What is Daisy going to do to these children?” Arkham asked in a manic tone, his chest heaving, he got up and walked out of the bowl-shaped rock that sheltered everything from the wind and rain. gas,

“Be quiet mate, anger and tantrums don’t help. I guess she’s using some kind of mental hypnosis and brainwashing to lure orphans into the omen religion.” Carl recalled the scene when they were kicked out of the temple, “Obviously, It has been very effective.”

…

July 1st

This time has passed like a nightmare. Several friends have become unknown to me. They are more timid and sensitive than before. They are often startled, have frequent visions in front of their eyes, and obey Daisy’s advice. .

I realized that the strange knowledge she imparted deeply transformed and affected everyone.

I feel less and less like myself.

What’s even more terrifying is that it turns out that all good expectations are extravagant hopes, and Ms. Daisy punctured the bubble of our dreams with her own hands.

Today, several carriages came from the city, and a dozen “fat pigs” got off the carriages, which has never been so many.

The way they looked at everyone was as naked and disgusting as ever.

Was Ms. Daisy’s previous gentleness and kindness a disguise?

She is even more hateful than the old lady. She not only tortures our bodies, but also affects everyone’s spirits with strange things.

I’m not afraid of torture, I’m just afraid that I can’t see hope, I’ve reached my limit, and I’ll collapse if I go on like this.

I’ve had enough, Angulan and Sister Celia are right, why should we swallow our voices? !

…

July 15

Fuck the pain, the big knitter, the black gryba!

Angulan, Celia, my Pamela, and my dear Odona, without those cowards, cowards, and cowards!

We decided to sneak away together and risk everything, just after everyone went to bed tonight.

We sharpened the stolen knife into a sharp blade, and stabbed anyone who dared to stop it.

In two days, we should go somewhere else, either the hometown of Sister Angulan, a nice place with sandy beaches and sunshine and picturesque scenery, or as Sister Celia mentioned, it has a dazzling array of shops. and big cities with giant ports.

The three of us work hard to earn money and live together.

I can’t wait to start a new life.

Rebbiuda above, I pray to you one last time, bless us for our past piety.

Rebbiuda, open your eyes and bless us!

…

There was a long silence, the wind stopped for a while, and even the horse stopped chewing, and two shadows were drawn down by the firelight for a long time.

“Rebbiuda cannot be trusted, and the **** of bad omens is not the savior!”

Karl clenched his fists as he stared at the deep night, a suppressed anger and a deep sense of powerlessness enveloped his body.

Three girls who were repeatedly ravaged by fate were just wiped out by the cold reality.

“No wonder…” Arkham lowered his head and murmured,

“No wonder what?”

“When An Gulan saw this puppet, she would show such a guilty and sad expression. It turns out that she also fled together at that time, it turns out that she saw the two good sisters with her own eyes…”

The mourning voice choked up and became angry again,

“How can the three little girls with no power to bind chickens are the opponents of the cursed with copper skin and iron bones. How can they beat it? Where can they escape?”

“Death is the punishment for running away,” Carr said.

Pamela, Celia, and Eudona, the doll who records their secrets, are buried forever in the cellar.

“Among the three, only Angulan survived. It’s a pity that Pamela and Celia were turned into demons and couldn’t escape from the temple.”

“Have you forgotten,” Arkham said softly, turning his head to stare at the black cloth covering the two skeletons, “We’ve taken them away from that horrible cage, but it’s not enough, they haven’t been purified.”

“Don’t be impulsive, man! This is not something we can contend with.” Carl’s expression froze, and he reminded, “You must not act rashly, you must ask for support!”

“what is the date today?”

“Dec 31, ’65.”

“Look, tomorrow is a special day.” Arkham said solemnly, “If you go to the city to move rescue soldiers first, the fat pig has already arrived at the temple in the time it takes to go back and forth.”

“This means that Angulan and the others will be tortured again.”

“But–”

“What do you want to say?” Arkham interrupted him, his amber pupils lit up with flames, “One more time, one less time, it makes no difference to them, they are used to it anyway?!”

Karl’s words were choked in his throat.

“It’s not the same, I already know this ugly fact, heinous evil!” Arkham squeezed the Griffin badge and said irrefutably, “It’s right in front of me, I can’t just sit back and ignore it.”

He looked at the road from which he came, the direction of the temple, the vast night sky, his eyes as sharp as griffins, never compromise,

“Look, An Gulan and the group of children are there, on the edge of a bottomless cliff, they need someone to pull them.”

“I will tell them with my actions that this world not only has abandoned their relatives, vicious and greedy priests, perverted fat pigs, evil gods who play with people’s hearts, but also some warm things.”

As we have experienced.

He turned his back to Karl and waved his hand slyly,

“Of course, you can leave now and go back to Ron Essett to rescue troops. I can totally understand that.”

“Or, draw the sword behind you and read the inscription on it.”

inscription.

Karl looked startled.

When a group of apprentices heard the story of Arzu and the four great masters, they came up with a motto on a whim, while the teacher was drunk.

He has not paid much attention to it, but today, at this moment, when reason and emotions are struggling, they have to re-examine.

He couldn’t help drawing his sword.

唰——

A silver lightning flashed across the night sky, and the moonlight like water fell on the blade that was cut like iron and mud, reflecting the cloud pattern of flowing clouds and water, and the line of shining, wavy inscriptions——

“Hold the sword in your heart…”

Karl looked solemn and read it out,

“Cut the world’s evil!”

Hold the sword in the heart and slay the evil in the world!

The sound of    is like a torrent, and the night is gloomy.

…

OM——

The blade as thin as a cicada’s wing slashed through the air, making a crisp sound.

Arkham held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, brushed the inscription on the sword with his left hand, and read out his own motto,

“The sword is not lightly drawn, and the glory will return!”

Moonlight and firelight reflected his proud face,

“I don’t have the ambition to save people like Master Arzu, but my honor is at hand!”

“Arkham, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you!”

“I’m listening.”

“You know what? You’re more brainless than a water ghost!”

“Thank you for your compliments, we are each other! In addition, let me say it first, this time I want to be a forward!”

(end of this chapter)