Chapter 731: 徘徊之试在试练(4)

Chapter 731 徘徊 试 in the trial four
After coming in, the wolf talents found that the hotel's lobby was exceptionally dark, with only a few candles. The swaying light of the candle is going to fill this dilapidated stone house, I am afraid it is not enough.
Therefore, the main source of light in the hall is not the wax candle, but the fireplace that is not burning too much. The whole hotel is also filled with the smell of some pungent spices, which seems to be a kind of sandalwood.
Although the atmosphere of the hotel is different, at least it is much warmer and more comfortable than the outside. The werewolf sat down on the dilapidated sofa and finally thanked God, and didn't have to sleep outside tonight.
The old man turned around and took a contract to explain the hotel's check-in procedure: "You two rooms are enough for one room? Rent one gold coin a day, then pay 30 gold coins as a deposit. When you leave, the deposit is fully refunded. - Only deduct the maintenance cost of the furniture. If there is no opinion, sign it here."
"The" Werewo took the contract and placed it on the coffee table to sign. But the lights are really dark, he looked so tired, could not help but spit a sentence: "Why don't you turn on a light"
"No, not tonight." The old man shook his candlestick and said faintly: "Tonight is a night of ceremonies, no lights."
"Im, ritual?" This sentence stung Beddyville. Is this really a hotel? They shouldn’t have broken into something that’s not right! ?
"Yes, [summon ceremonial]." The old man said something, and the gloomy color on his face once again scared Biddeville.
"You must be joking with me -" The first reaction of the werewolf was to run over and stunned Albert, ready to escape from this strange place.
"No, don't run!" The old man knew that he was playing off, and quickly stopped the werewolf youth: "This is not the kind of thing you imagined. This is just a routine routine held by the Druids every month. You use Don't be afraid."
The werewolf picked up his eyes and looked at the weird old man: "Are you sure that you are not something like a cultist?"
The old man explained with a funny and angrily: "No, you are an idiot! Druids used to be one of the ancient religions of the original inhabitants of the Great Britain - the Keelen. It is just right, even now it has fallen. The country still recognizes its existence."
Is this the case?
The werewolf thought about it carefully, and seemed to have heard of similar things before. By the way, as a trainee knight, he was instilled with some of the most basic social common sense in Great Britain.
Druid, in fact, is the so-called [Lin Shen] - a creature that blends with the forest and coexists with nature.
There are subtle differences in the various legends about the Druid. Some even believe that some ancient people who worshiped the gods of the forest used special means to transform their (human) flesh into plant nature, thus creating a special creature [Druid].
Whether the Druids worship the gods of the ancient forests or the sages who have become Druids can no longer be studied from any historical materials of the books. I am afraid that only those who truly believe in this religion can make it clear. .
It is one of the most primitive religions in ancient times, and the teachings are very simple. Basically, it is to persuade people to admire nature and learn to coexist with nature.
Druids are not really cults.
If the old man believes in the Druid, then he is not a cult.
Beddyville now remembers that the smell that floats in the air is actually the aroma of the resin burning. This is also an insect-repellent incense, which is often used by knights when camping in the wild to prevent mosquito bites.
The werewolf thought of it, the strange atmosphere around it suddenly became less surprised -
what the hell! The old man made such a mysterious thing, in fact, he ordered a mosquito coil at home, and then turned off the lights to worship God.
Is it necessary to make everything so scary?
Looking at Bedyville's expression of doubt and contempt, the old man couldn't help but feel a little displeased: "Listen, kid. What religion we believe in is our freedom. This matter has nothing to do with renting a room. Please don't worry about it." As long as it doesn't hinder your stay, right?"
(This is not wrong, but --)
"Are you signing? Or do you want to stay? Don't live!" The old man urged.
"Okay, okay, I signed" the Werewolf has no choice but to take the name of the paper and pen. I always feel that it is like a sales contract rather than a rental contract.
"Lease one month, rent and deposit, a total of sixty Pantorac coins." The old man said.
"It’s a big one," the werewolf shook the money in the purse out.
"Yes, big name does not change what name it has changed, anyway, Panto Lacan." The old man put away the money. This old generation of people are very old-fashioned, even if the name of the country is changed, they are still calling the old name of this country.
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"Your room is on the second floor near the first floor of the stairs. This is the key." The old man handed over an old bronze key: "I am Senezer, if there is anything, go downstairs and ask me to discuss it."
"You are also called Senezer?" Bédivil took the key in confusion. No wonder the old man and Captain Senezer are somewhat similar in appearance.
"Yes, my stupid brother is taking care of you." The old man gently nodded. "Go, rest, I will give you a potion bath."
He looked at the red rash on Albert: "It alleviates skin allergies."
"I am bothering you. I will take Ayle down to take a shower when I manage everything." The werewolf picked up the tiger and went upstairs.
It was a very old house, the floor was a little loose, and the buzzing sound kept on the top.
The carpets laid on the wooden floor are eclipsed for a long time, showing a grayish white, but at least there is no dust, and the cleaning is clean.
When Bedieville pushed the old bronze door and walked into the room, he could feel the musty smell in the house. Of course, this musty smell was immediately overshadowed by the resin scent of the ceremonial ritual and could no longer be heard. Those resins can deworm, disinfect, sterilize and mold, so there shouldn't be much problem living here?
The bed was also very clean and it was a new white bed. Looking at the clean bed, Bedieville was reluctant to throw the dirty Albert on the bed. In contrast, he threw the tiger on the sofa and let the tiger struggle into a ball.
Fortunately. It’s just a month in this place, no big deal. After a month, the trial of the Knights of the Round Table has passed, and there is no need to stay in this ghost place.
The werewolf unconsciously touched his left arm.
In fact, if you really can't find a place to stay, there is really one last remedy.
However, once used, I am afraid that many people will be alarmed. This conspicuous move is not suitable for use in this kind of country at this time.
"Oh, did you still have a in your arm?" Senezel's old man suddenly appeared behind the werewolf, and he couldn't help but come.
Scared Biddiwell jumped up: "What?!"
"The metal prosthetic arm of your left hand -" The old man looked at Bediville's left arm with a mysterious look: "There is a inside. Although it is a man-made god."
(he knows?!)
(This old man knows the things of the Holy Spirit?!)
When King Arthur gave Bediville, the white diamond of [The Holy Spirit - the Cabin of the Forest] was hidden in the left arm of the werewolf.
It was originally a secret that no one knew - even Albert, who had been with Bedieville for a while, didn't know that Beddy's left hand was hidden!
However, the old man used the light to see the "spirit" hidden in it. What kind of ability is this? !
"Don't be nervous, young people." Senezer's landlord put down his candlestick at the table and shook his head and said: "The gods I have seen are more than you think. Druids have special secrets. See, feel the gods - um, you are a good god. Calm and serene, selflessly dedicating everything, taking care of you all these little kids along the way. I didn't expect Pantolacken to fight only The killing knights will also make such a god."
Werewolves remain silent. Before that, he thought that the old man in front of him was just the old-fashioned old-fashioned old guy, and their old-fashioned religion was just a play.
But now, his thoughts on the old man have changed. Perhaps Druidism is not the kind of deceptive superstition that is imagined. Perhaps it has a great relationship with the Holy Spirit and the round table system.
Seeing the werewolf don't talk, the old man sneered aloud: "Then I also advise you, be careful. This house is also inhabited by gods, but they are not as kind as the gods in your arms."
Tonight is [the night of the spirit of the spirit], the night when the Druids burnt incense and appease the gods. You better not make any big moves. Otherwise, be careful to be sanctioned by angry gods! "
Bedieville took another breath. From the beginning, he noticed that there seemed to be a lot of shadows on the wall of this room. He blamed it on the dim light, and the dilapidated, dusty walls.
But now it seems that things are not that simple.
It may be a psychological effect. This hotel, which was originally full of ghosts, but was layered by the werewolves, was now considered to be very clean. Even the roof that screamed in the night wind sounded like a ghost.
Have you lived in this ghost place for a month? God
It seems to have reached the goal of intimidating the other side. The old man made a mischievous smirk and interrupted Bediville’s thoughts: "The bath water is also ready. Bring your friend to take a bath. His situation is so bad. Don't clean his body, the gods here are not happy either."
Beddyville didn't say much, and when he picked up Albert, he walked to the bathroom.