Whispering Verse

"Yes, there are many Kasenlik people doing business locally. They brought over the traditional beliefs from the south of the Rommel Mountains. This is very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly. If necessary, you can go to the Kasenlik merchants Our Chamber of Commerce is aware of the situation.”

"For fire worship, ask the innkeeper Thales; for southern faith, ask the Chamber of Commerce."

Shade wrote down these things, and the poet was not surprised that he took out his notebook to record:

"In addition, although the legendary order of the great old ones [Twin Gods] no longer exists, there should be some local experts in this field. You can ask professional folklore professors, as does Midhill Fort. There are universities.”

Shade nodded:

"And what else? Like, worshiping death?"

As if being reminded, the poet made a fist with his left hand and hit the palm of his right hand:

"There are some, but it is not accurate to say that it is worship. It should be said that we respect death. Our city pays special attention to death. I have always believed that death is the beginning of another great adventure. Maybe death The future world will be very exciting.”

Unfortunately, the world after death is just a body of water, and the soul can only continue to walk on.

"So, there is no local group that worships death?"

"If there was, it would have been banned by the Orthodox Church long ago. Hasn't the Natural Church been promoting it? The great [Lord of Nature] controls the power of death."

The poet drew the holy symbol on his chest, and Shade also understood that he was a believer in the God of Nature. The holy symbol of the God of Nature is two leaves placed together. The corpse carrier who originally transported Mr. Sparrow's body was also a believer.

Shade nodded and continued recording. He originally thought that at least a similar group could be born in a city located on the largest [Chasm of Life and Death] in the material world.

"Wait a minute, for the death worship group, wouldn't it be the [Spiritual Cult]?"

The two waiters who had just been called upstairs for questioning came back. People who had stayed on the first floor immediately gathered around, wanting to know what happened here. Sha De saw that the poet was also very concerned about it, so he asked him to inquire about the situation.

After a while, the poet came back again, with a dejected look on his face:

"There were real deaths. A Southerner was beaten to death."

The people of Fort Midhill generally refer to the people of Carsonlick as "Yankers," which is a slightly discriminatory term.

"Did the first gunshot just kill him?"

Shade asked curiously.

"Yes, they said the upstairs has been covered with white cloth."

"Who shot? We just heard two gunshots."

"The first shot was fired by the murderer, and the second shot was also fired by him. When the two officers went upstairs, he fired a shot at the stairs and hid on the fourth floor. The police believed that, The other party failed to escape, so now we are trying to find the guy who shot among the tenants and servants on the fourth floor."

The poet talked about the news he heard, but Xia De clearly heard that the second gunshot was different from the first:

"The murderer had two guns? Who would go out with two guns?"

【you. 】

Shade really couldn't refute this statement.

The bard sitting across the table took another sip of ale, and then continued the topic under the gas lamp:

"Finally, local beliefs worth mentioning should also include the tradition of worshiping the moon."

A smile appeared on Shade's face, which aroused his even greater interest. Not long ago, Grandma Cassandra said that there is a vampire race in the local area, but they are all hidden as ordinary citizens. Maybe Moon Worship is referring to that group of creatures:

"This sounds very interesting. The emergence of localized worship should be related to the local history and natural environment. But as far as I know, there are no good moon-viewing venues at Midhill Fort or Sikal Mountain. There aren’t many legends related to the moon, so how can there be a tradition of worshiping the moon?”

"No, no, no, it's just that outsiders don't understand. In fact, there is a moon viewing spot on Mount Sikar, but even some locals don't know about it."

"Where?"

"By the lake at the top of the mountain."

"Is there a summit lake in Mount Sikal?"

Shade was slightly surprised, but thinking that this was an extinct volcano, it seemed normal.

"The ancient tradition of worshiping the moon has long been lost, and we can only get a glimpse of it from those poems and stories."

As he spoke, the poet hummed a short paragraph, and then patted his head after singing:

"However, there were rumors in the past few years that someone saw a group of women in gauze skirts who looked like female ghosts in the mountains on a full moon night in March, with silver eye masks and veils on their faces, walking towards the top of the mountain. "

This sounds like a [Spiritual Cult], but they may not be going to worship the moon, but taking advantage of the special time of the full moon in March to hold some ceremony in the mountains.

However, after the poet's reminder, Shade thought of another thing. Priest August mentioned that there are actually three passages directly leading to real death in the "Challenge of Life and Death", which are located in the city of Fort Midhill at the top of the mountain, on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, Priest August said it was sealed by an ancient being. Combined with the "volcanic eruption" believed by the Prophet Association that the eruption may not be magma, Shade speculated that the location of the passage on the top of the mountain was around the mountaintop lake in the "Challenge of Life and Death".

"In other words, there are still localized beliefs that remain in Fort Midhill in the contemporary era, and the only remaining ones are the worship of the Twins, the beliefs brought by southerners, and the fire worship tradition."

Shade concluded, and the poet nodded:

"At least that's how it seems to me. Oh, can I have another glass of ale? This batch is much better than the summer batch."

Shade called the waiter to come over and buy another glass of ale for the bard who had provided a lot of information. He drank the glass of cider or apple juice in front of him in one gulp, then stood up and said goodbye to the poet.

He was interested in understanding the local traditional beliefs, but the southern beliefs were formed too late and could be ignored for the time being. It was now two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were only two hours left before meeting with the August priest. It was definitely too late to go to the university to ask about the Twin Cult.

So, he wanted to talk to the innkeeper.

But now the hotel owner is involved in the murder case on the fourth floor, so Shade must find a way to solve the murder investigation quickly.

For example, help the police find the gunman hiding on the fourth floor.

Dorothy once gave Shade a pendant with the royal family crest, which would allow Shade to get help from the police station in Fort Midhill. But the person seeking help was the local deputy director. Ordinary police officers, sergeants and even inspectors would not know the pendant, so this time they still had to use the identity of MI6.

After bidding farewell to the poet, Shade arranged his clothes, walked towards the policeman guarding the door of the hotel, and waved his ID:

"I have something I want to talk to the Sheriff about."

The surname "Hamilton" is on the document, but fortunately Hamilton is not an uncommon surname.

In Delrayon, only lunatics dare to pretend to be from MI6. The police officer recognized that it was the ID of MI6. After standing at attention and saying hello, he immediately led Shade upstairs to find the police sergeant on the fourth floor.

The bard holding the ale looked curiously at Shade's figure disappearing at the top of the stairs:

"Isn't it possible that I met the kind of very powerful person in stories and legends?"

He put one arm on the table, took a sip of wine, and continued to look at the people on the first floor of the Sikal Hotel boredly:

"how could it be possible."