The Divine Hunter Chapter 8: Dark and light

A large **** was ripped open in the back of the puppet, like a chicken that had been disemboweled and gutted. The witcher took it clean in the blink of an eye.

On the blanket beside the campfire was a large piece of colorful cloth and cotton wool that exuded a rancid smell.

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

A pile of gray cloth strips strung together with a thin thread, unfolding to reveal a large piece of charcoal gray writing with blurred and crooked edges.

There is no sense of beauty at all, this is just a child’s scribbling and recording.

Karl and Akam used the bright firelight to see clearly the most eye-catching name on the first piece of cloth.

"Pamela."

This name should belong to the owner of the doll, one of the dead little girls.

Pamela's doll.

Second piece of cloth.

January 1, 1254

Lebi Auda is on top, I was chosen and brought in...

It was a nightmare-like, horrific experience, painful, bloody, and bursting with tears, and my head was about to explode.

Aunt Xin Ni smiled happily.

She praised my bravery and gave me the puppet Odonna.

I am afraid that this thing will continue and that one day I will suddenly die. I decided to start recording from today.

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

……

"What does it mean to be selected, it hurts, and it bleeds?" Arkham frowned, the bone-chilling night wind blew up, chilling his whole body,

"Some kind of evil experiment?"

"The date is almost two years ago. Since the real Lebiuda priest Xinni is mentioned, it means that Daisy has not yet entered the temple at that time." Karl used a bonfire to dry his almost frozen hands. The analysis said, "The priest of the God of Evil Omens did not come, so there would be no evil experiments in the temple."

"Is that some kind of difficult training, like us dancing plum blossoms?" Akam guessed again,

"Do you think those children are so weak that they seem to have received special training?" Karl shook his head.

"And why does Pamela feel uncomfortable but Aunt Xinni is happy?"

The two of them had no clue, so they changed to the next piece of cloth.

February 1st

Here is Lebioda. He came in a beautiful carriage and brought a new companion. Grandma was smiling from ear to ear.

But everyone was so scared. I covered my face with Odona and prayed that I would not be picked on again. Sister Celia sneaked into the kitchen to hide, but was found tied up. Mammy said she was disobedient. There will be no food to eat in the future.

……

"Is Pamela planning to write a novel? Why are there so many mysteries buried there?" Akam rolled his eyes and complained, "What exactly is it? Why is it so scary to children? , and even hid in fear."

"Currently we only know that every time it comes to the temple, it will pick an orphan," Carl pondered, "What it does makes the children very scared."

The two continued to look down.

Many of the following strips are fragmentary records, mostly the same, usually a date paired with Pamela’s monotonous schedule and wild thoughts:

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

Two good sisters, Celia and Angoulin, played skipping and hide-and-seek in the yard.

I had a strange dream at night.

And for dinner, most of the time it is potatoes, turnips, radishes, etc. Meat can only be eaten once a month.

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

What concerned them most was that in these records, there was no longer a prayer of "Lebiuda is on top".

On the contrary, "them" will be mentioned emphatically on the 1st of every month, and Pamela's description is full of fear and disgust for them.

Even later, "they" were directly called 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 out-and-out Good Friday for the selected children. Pamela’s words have repeatedly described everyone’s discomfort and pain. The performance seems to have been damaged in some way.

Pamela herself is the unlucky one who has been picked the most. Fortunately, she is a strong and sensible girl.

The irony is.

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

For them, this is no less than the grace of God.

……

"Do you see anything?"

"Well, on the 1st of every month, the fat pig arrives at the temple in a carriage so that the children can eat meat."

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

"So this group of fat pigs will bring survival supplies to the Lebioda Temple. This means that the temple can support so many mouths in the wilderness not because of what Priest Daisy said before. Donations and relief for Pinewood believers."

Karl nodded, his handsome face turned serious,

"The so-called fat pigs actually refer to the pot-bellied rich people in the city! But there is no love and support for no reason. The fat pigs paid for materials and things that made old grandma Xinni smile. ', so what will the selected children of the temple have to pay?"

What do the rich want from the helpless orphans?

"They have neither profound knowledge nor extraordinary skills and survival skills. All they have is..."

"Stop talking! This is just a guess and there is no conclusion yet!"

Arkham quietly clenched his fists and retorted emotionally.

The moonlight illuminated his livid face, and he was vaguely aware of some dirty and unbearable possibilities. After all, although he was young, he had ignorantly learned some things from Lambert's daily boasting. It was something that did not belong to his age, but made adolescent boys and girls blush and find it difficult to talk about it.

"How could the priests of Lebiuda do such ridiculous, shameless and beast-like behavior in front of the sacred temple and their own beliefs!"

"Then keep watching."

……

May 4, 1265

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

I later learned that the lady’s name was Daisy. She spoke softly and had the kind eyes and smile like a mother. She often cared about and took care of everyone. We all liked her very much. It would be great if Aunt Xinnie was like her.

……

"It seems that the priests of the God of Omens are not telling lies." Karl held his chin with his right hand, "They did come to the temple more than half a year ago."

"Yes." Arkham had an inexplicable hope that things would turn around, and that the fat pig that was hated by gods and ghosts would disappear from Pamela's cloth.

Priests of the God of Omens will lend a helping hand to orphans, and like witchers, they will prove that they are not as evil as they are said to be.

He couldn't wait to find the next piece of cloth.

……

June 1, 1265

I don’t know what happened today. When Fat Pig left, he took the old grandma and got into the carriage.

Ms. Daisy, Uncle Bruzzi and Uncle Tino announced in public that from now on, the Temple of Lebiuda will be managed by them.

Everyone was so happy that Odonna’s clothes were wet with my tears.

Long live Ms. Daisy!

She cares about everyone just like a mother, and she will definitely not let those fat pigs ruin us again.

I have a hunch that Ms. Daisy will become our patron saint!

……

The word waste basically confirms the reality that Arkham is unwilling to face.

Arkham's heart trembled, he gasped, and punched the ground hard,

"Asshole! Xinni is a beast!"

The orphaned children were abandoned by their families, harmed by fat pigs, and used as money-making tools by the temple priests.

The strip of paper remembers such an understatement. It means how much torture Pamela must have endured before she became numb.

"She went into the city in a carriage with Fat Pig, and she didn't die?" Karl's face was cold, which was completely contrary to their previous guesses.

"What is her purpose in going to the city?"

The ominous feeling in the two people's hearts became more and more intense.

……

June 3, 1265

Ms. Daisy forcibly interrupted the daily morning prayers to the Prophet Rebiya, which we wished we had done.

Praying to the prophet is useless, no matter how pious it is, it never protects anyone.

But I didn't expect that Ms. Daisy began to teach everyone some strange knowledge, often mentioning pain, misfortune, and the Internet.

I am most impressed by one of the sentences. Feeling pain, enduring pain and staying sane is a talent. If you persevere, it will blossom and bear fruit in the web of fate.

I felt dark, gloomy, and dead from it. Everyone was a little scared, and we didn’t communicate much all day long.

……

June 15

The two uncles knocked on the statue of the prophet on time every night, not knowing what they were doing. And their eyes became scary, like hungry dogs guarding the home.

Ms. Daisy taught everyone a complete set of prayers. The Great Compiler governs death and misfortune. We shout your honorable name, Black Greba, Zhuolan Ahe Tete, and we implore you to open up endless The person who accepts the son of pain (crossed out with force)...

She asked us to pray this before the statue of the Prophet.

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

There is also an inexplicable black tattoo on his wrist.

I asked quietly, and this tattoo appeared on Celia, Sister Angouleme, and everyone else.

I feel more and more something is wrong.

But I can barely bear it, and I believe everything will get better.

As long as Ms. 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 rising and falling, he stood up and walked out of the bowl-shaped rock that was sheltered from the wind and rain, and breathed out a long breath towards the moon in the desolate snowy night. White gas like this,

"Be quiet man, anger and rage won't help. I guess she is using some kind of mental hypnosis and brainwashing to introduce the orphans to the Cult of Omen." Carl recalled the scene when they were kicked out of the temple, "Obviously, it has been very effective."

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July 1

This period has been like a nightmare. Several of my friends have become unrecognizable to me. They are more timid and sensitive than before. They are often startled and have frequent visual hallucinations in front of their eyes. Daisy obeyed.

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

I feel less and less like myself.

What’s even more frightening is that it turns out that all good expectations are just extravagant hopes. Ms. Daisy burst 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. There have never been so many here.

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

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

She is even more hateful than the old nanny. She not only tortures our bodies, but also uses weird things to affect everyone's spirit.

I'm not afraid of torture, I'm just afraid of not being able to see hope. I've reached my limit and I will collapse if I continue like this.

I've had enough. Sister Angouleme and Sister Celia are right. Why should we swallow our anger? !

……

July 15

Fuck the pain, the big weaver, the black grebba!

Angouleme, Celia, I, Pamela, and my dear Odonna, none of those cowards, cowards and cowards!

We decided to leave secretly together, risking everything, just after everyone went to bed tonight.

We sharpened the stolen table knives and stabbed anyone who tried to stop us.

In two days, we should go to other places, either Sister Angouleme’s hometown, a good place with beaches, sunshine and picturesque scenery, or what Sister Celia mentioned, with A big city with dazzling shops and a giant port.

The three of us work hard to make a living together.

I can't wait to start a new life.

Your Excellency, Lebiolda, I offer you one last prayer to protect us, for our past piety.

Lebiyada, open your eyes and protect us!

……

There was a long silence, the wind stopped for a while, and even the horses stopped chewing. The two shadows stretched very long under the firelight.

"Lebi Alda is not trustworthy, and the God of Omens is not a savior!"

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

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

"No wonder..." Akam lowered his head and murmured,

"No wonder?"

"When Angoulin saw this puppet, he would show such a guilty and sad expression. It turned out that she also ran away together at that time. It turned out that she saw the two good sisters with her own eyes..."

The sad voice choked up and became angry again,

"How can three helpless little girls be a match for the copper-skinned and iron-bodied cursed man? How can they defeat them? Where can they escape?"

"Death is the punishment for running away," said Carl,

Pamela, Celia, and the doll Odonna that recorded their secrets were buried under the cellar forever.

"Of the three, only Angoulan survived. Unfortunately, Pamela and Celia turned into demon spirits and failed to escape from the temple."

"Have you forgotten," Akam turned his head and stared at the black cloth covering the two skeletons, and said softly, "We have taken them away from that terrible cage, but it is not enough. They have not been purified yet. ."

"Don't be impulsive, man! This is something we can't compete with." Karl looked stern and reminded loudly, "You must not act rashly, you must ask for support!"

"What day is today?"

"December 31, 1965."

"Look, tomorrow is a special date." Arkham said solemnly, "If we go to the city first to move reinforcements, in the time it takes to go back and forth, the fat pig will have arrived at the temple."

"This means that Angoulin and the others will be tortured again."

"But"

"What do you want to say?" Akam interrupted him, his amber pupils ignited with flames, "One more time and 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 different. I already know this ugly fact, this heinous evil deed!" Arkham squeezed the gryphon badge tightly and said without refutation, "It's right in front of me, I can't sit back and watch. Reason."

He looked at the road he came from, the direction of the temple, and the vast night sky, his eyes as sharp as a gryphon, uncompromising,

"Look, Angoulin and those children are right there, on the edge of a bottomless cliff. They need someone to help them."

"I will tell them through actions that there are not only relatives who abandon them, vicious and greedy priests, perverted fat pigs, evil gods who play with people's hearts ~IndoMTL.com~ but also some warm things in this world."

Just like we have experienced before.

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

"Of course, you can leave now and go back to Long Essette to bring in reinforcements. I can totally understand that."

"Or, pull out the sword from your back and read the inscription on it."

Inscription.

Karl looked stunned.

After a group of apprentices heard the story of Arzu and the four great masters, on a whim, one of them asked for a motto while the teacher was drunk.

He has never paid much attention to it, but today, at this moment, when reason and emotion are fighting, he has to re-examine it.

He couldn't help but draw his sword.

唰

A silver lightning flashed across the night sky, and the water-like moonlight fell on the iron-cut sword blade, illuminating the cloud patterns of flowing clouds and flowing water, and the line of shining, wavy inscriptions

"Hold the sword in your heart..."

Karl read it out with a solemn expression,

"Cut all the evil in the world!"

Hold the sword of the righteous heart and cut off the evil in the world!

The sound is like a torrent, sweeping through the gloomy night.

……

Buzz

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing sliced ​​through the air, making a crisp clang.

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 motto,

"The sword is not drawn out lightly, and only when you return with glory will you return!"

The moonlight and firelight reflected his proud face,

"I don't have the ambition to save the common people like Master Arzu, but my honor is right in front of me!"

"Arkham, there is something I have always wanted to say to you!"

"I'm listening."

"Do you know? You are even more brainless than a water ghost!"

"Thank you for the compliment, we are mutually supportive! Besides, I have already agreed, this time I will be the striker!"