Kapitel 472: Chapter 472: Spider, Cocoon
Chapter 472: Spider, Cocoon
Above the gray mist, it was supposed to be unaffected by temperature, but after alger finished reciting the complete ballad, he couldn't help but feel a chill.
He glanced around in horror, then looked directly at Mr. Fool. Only from the calm, smiling face of Mr. Fool did he gradually overcome the deep-seated fear within him.
"The King in Yellow, the Lord of the Star Sea in the distant sky..." Little Sun Derrick muttered twice, shaking his head. "I have never heard of this entity's esteemed name. There are no records of it in the history of our Silver City."
"Heh, how many years of history does your Silver City have?" Emlyn habitually mocked, then cleared his throat. "After I return, I will browse through the vast and great history of our blood clan. I believe I can find related descriptions."
Audrey, Fors, and others glanced at Emlyn, then looked away in disappointment. They did not hold much hope for this.
"I have heard many legends about the King in Yellow at sea."
Cattleya spoke up, freely sharing with Audrey and the others the late-night street legends from the harbor.
The stories and legends about the King in Yellow and His followers have only begun to spread and sing at sea in the past few months.
It is said that many lucky individuals have encountered the King in Yellow and had their wishes fulfilled, but many unlucky ones have also suffered punishments from the King in Yellow.
After listening to Cattleya's account, alger agreed, "Yes, this is a legend that has only become popular at sea recently. As for whether it is true, only those who have personally experienced it would know."
Audrey and Fors, who had also ventured at sea for a while, did not speak, fearing they might accidentally reveal their identities.
After some discussion, the Tarot Club members couldn't help but look at Mr. Fool, seeking His clarification.
"The King in Yellow, an incarnation of an ancient one," Klein said slowly.
He did not directly point out that the King in Yellow might be an incarnation of the stars, but used an ancient one as a substitute.
This was to avoid revealing the stars' secrets and interfering with their plans, as Mr. Fool had a relatively good relationship with the stars.
An incarnation of an ancient one? Like Mr. Fool?
The Tarot Club members understood this and tacitly refrained from discussing the King in Yellow further, instead focusing on the organization of the Yellow-robed Monks and their increasingly frequent activities.
"Do not venture out at night, lest you encounter the Yellow-robed," Klein controlled The World to give a small warning, to prevent the Tarot Club members from taking risks.
After the Tarot Club meeting ended, Klein washed his hands in the washroom, wiped his cheeks with a towel, tidied his clothes, and then walked out.
He got into a carriage and personally went to select a batch of delicious new ice cream flavors.
At night, Klein went to bed early to avoid another round of complaints from Will.
When he mentioned needing a drop of Will's blood, he was met with firm opposition.
Fortunately, he had prepared well this time, constantly tempting Will with ice cream. In the end, he persuaded Will to provide a drop of blood in exchange for three months of the latest ice cream flavors.
"There's one more thing I need you to keep an eye on."
As Klein was about to leave the dream, Will hurriedly called out to him.
Klein gave him a deep look. How cunning, waiting until he agreed to provide so much ice cream before mentioning the favor.
"Ahem, as a qualified gentleman, you shouldn't be so petty with a child."
"Go ahead, what is it?"
"If you encounter someone whose fate cannot be spied upon, or a pair of scissors that can cut through fate, please keep an eye out."
"Scissors?"
"I'm not sure either, it might be something similar. Just be careful."
With that, Will hurriedly left.
It seemed a bit inexplicable, yet somewhat important.
Klein pondered for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it for the time being.
...
Late at night, on the streets of the Beckland dock area, a group of a dozen Yellow-robed Monks was walking along the coastline.
The stars in the sky dotted the sea, reflecting a shimmering surface.
Not far away, the street lamps along the road still emitted the same dim yellow light as the previous night.
Followers of the unspeakable figure walked in the kingdom of night under the starlight.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, making a whistling sound, causing the dim light from the street lamps to flicker intermittently.
The devout Yellow-robed Monks were not disturbed, not even glancing sideways.
The street lamps, as if overwhelmed, suddenly extinguished their last weak light, leaving only darkness.
The sky, at some point, was covered by a cloud, temporarily blocking the starlight.
A figure suddenly darted out from a dark corner, silently taking away the last person in the Yellow-robed Monks' group.
The group continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.
As the group moved forward, the figure returned and took away the last person in the same manner.
At this point, the leader suddenly stopped, turned around, and the entire group followed suit.
After a brief discussion, they began to count the numbers and were shocked to find that two people had disappeared without any sign or sound.
The leader closed his eyes, trying to find some clue through fate, but it was to no avail.
At this moment, another figure darted out, taking away a third person.
This time, many Yellow-robed Monks saw with their own eyes how the person at the end of the line disappeared silently into the night.
The mysterious shadow that had already taken three people did not stop. It remained hidden in the darkness, ready to take a fourth person.
"The Lord of the Star Sea in the distant sky."
"The formless and nameless one of chaos."
"The end of endless faith."
"The great King in Yellow."
At this moment, the leader loudly prayed to the great King in Yellow, and the other Yellow-robed Monks also raised their voices in prayer.
The starlight in the sky suddenly blossomed, dispersing the small cloud, and the light shone down again.
The soft starlight seemed like a veil draped over the devout believers, or like an indestructible armor, protecting them from external dangers.
The mysterious shadow in the darkness finally retreated, fearing the starlight.
When everything calmed down, the leader first led the remaining Yellow-robed Monks in thanking the King in Yellow for His protection, then checked the group again.
Indeed, three people were missing.
After a moment of silence, the leader continued to lead the Yellow-robed Monks along the predetermined path.
They believed their god would protect every devout believer, and the blasphemer hiding in the darkness would eventually face the punishment of fate.
The next morning, as dawn broke, the early dock workers found three bodies wrapped in white silk hanging on the Belrand Bridge, over the winding river.
The three bodies were arranged in a triangle, wrapped in white silk from head to toe, except for their eyes, hanging down.
From a distance, they looked like three white cocoons hanging in the air.
Soon, the police arrived at the scene after receiving the report. They took down the three bodies from the Belrand Bridge.
Upon inspection, they found that the so-called white silk was actually spider silk!
Although it was very tough to tear, it could be easily burned with fire.
But where did such a large spider come from in Beckland?
A spider large enough to wrap a person in silk?
This news quickly spread, and headlines like "Belrand Bridge Murder Case, Killer is a Giant Spider" appeared in the news.
In a luxurious villa in the Queen's District, Hastur sat at a small table in the garden, reading the newspaper while sipping marquis tea.
Belrand Bridge, hanging white cocoons, a giant spider appearing at night...
Hastur saw through this sensational act, perceiving a twisted and dark mind behind it.
The maid, who was responsible for cleaning the garden, walked over with slightly heavier steps than usual.
"What is it?"
"Count, last night a pilgrimage group was attacked in the dock area, three believers were taken by a mysterious shadow in the dark."
"Have you read today's newspaper?"
"Yes."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"The gardener and the cook have already gone to handle it. They won't be back to work for a while. I came to inform you."
"Is there anything else?"
"No."
"Alright, you may go."
Hastur gave no new instructions, letting the Yellow-robed Monks deal with it. Not everything required his personal intervention.
The maid said nothing more, leaving to continue sweeping the garden, cleaning up the fallen leaves from last night's wind.
That was her job.
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