Chapter 34 Full Moon Night

The Goat Inn was steaming hot. Crown pushed aside two drunks who were blocking his way and walked to the counter:

"Old Jason, have those two strangers checked out?"

He came to Geralt to ask if he was willing to be his sparring partner, but after knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered.

The shop owner scratched his scalp, which was glowing charmingly under the light, and recalled:

"You mean the white-haired guy? They left early this morning and said they wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

What kind of monster did they find to deal with? Klauen muttered to himself, the income of the monster hunter depends entirely on killing monsters to sell materials and collecting bounties, there is no fixed income, just like those street craftsmen.

"Would you like a roasted lamb leg? We just slaughtered a fat lamb this afternoon, it's very fresh."

Old Jason started to promote his food. In his eyes, the young man in front of him was someone who was willing to spend money.

"Well, forget it. I haven't had any income for a long time, and I have to pay cash to buy herbs. I'll come here to improve my life when a caravan comes in the spring." Crown was telling the truth, but the main reason for not eating here was because the quality of the food was far inferior to what he made himself.

The skills of a third-level cooking chef are no joke.

"Haha, winter just takes a bit of work to get through."

The two chatted for a while, then Crown said goodbye and left.

. . . .

It was getting dark, and Crown came out of his meditation.

For some reason, he was very restless and irritable when he was meditating today. He couldn't calm down at all. He tried many methods but none of them worked.

That feeling of impetuousness cannot be eliminated at all, but instead tends to get worse.

It was impossible to continue visualizing in this state, so he had to stop.

The hour of You is one of the most important moments of his day. The sun rises too late in winter, and his proficiency in the Golden Light Spell depends almost entirely on this time period.

Today is the night of the full moon. Shouldn't it be the time when the moonlight is at its most abundant? Is it because I am too weak to bear this tonic? Standing in front of the window, Clown frowned and pondered at the scarlet full moon.

It has been a while since he traveled to this world, and Clown also learned from the priest that after the changes in this world, the color of the moon on full moon nights will turn into a creepy crimson.

He remembered the puzzling words the priest had uttered that afternoon.

'Tonight is the most spiritually active night, and all kinds of strange things will happen. Don't do any extra training at night, and go to bed early.'

“Ah!”

In the distance, a wild wolf howl pierced the silence of the night.

Crown's gaze penetrated deep into the night sky. For some reason, he could hear brutality and cruelty in that voice, as well as traces of pain.

Unable to figure out what was going on tonight, he stopped focusing on visualizing the Golden Light Mantra and went to bed to rest.

Late at night, Crown woke up from his sleep, his whole body soaked with sweat.

He had a strange dream in which he fell into a dark abyss with a deformed monster in it.

The monster was as huge as a mountain of flesh, with a faint green halo all over its body and covered with octopus-like tentacles.

There are no suction cups on the tentacles, but instead there are scarlet eyes and a small mouth.

The eyeballs are yellow-brown with narrow red vertical pupils.

There are sharp triangular teeth in the mouth.

The abyss was filled with crazy whispers, like the evil whispers of countless people in their dreams combined together.

An indescribable feeling of eerie malice enveloped his entire body, and he was awakened from his sleep.

After waking up, Crown walked to the window.

He saw a scene that made people crazy.

Gray fog pressed down from the sky, with twisted corpses floating in it.

Humans, birds, fish, and monsters made from all kinds of corpses swam around in it.

The light and shadow are very faint, like an illusion, but it gives people a deep feeling of despair.

There was also a creepy whisper that drilled into his ears frantically, and his body felt cold.

"call"

Clown let out a breath of cold air and took two steps back. When he retreated into the shadow of the room, the horrifying image outside the window disappeared without a trace.

Breathing heavily, he pressed his chest tightly with his hands.

After a moment, he felt his heart beating like a drum. When it calmed down, he walked to the window again.

The world outside the window changed again in an instant, and the strange image he had just witnessed appeared in the sky again.

His heart began to beat uncontrollably again, even more violently than before.

Crown retreated again, disappearing into the darkness.

What on earth is going on? Why can I see such an evil phenomenon? With his back against the wall, Crown felt that this world had become unfamiliar to him again.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There are not only monsters and evil spirits here, but also more evil and weird things.

But how did ordinary people survive in such a horrible world? Crown walked towards the window again. He wanted to verify one thing.

When he woke up from his nightmare, the crimson moonlight was shining on him. When he came to the window, he could see the evil scene in the sky and hear the crazy talk. When he sank into the darkness, all this seemed like a fantasy and disappeared without a trace.

He wanted to verify whether there was something wrong with the moonlight tonight.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, repeating it three times in a row before stepping into the crimson moonlight without hesitation.

The mumbling sound sounded again, and the scene outside the window seemed to have switched curtains, turning into a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

He moved sideways, out of the range of moonlight.

It's confirmed, there's something wrong with the moonlight.

This must be the reason why I cannot calm my mind when visualizing the Golden Light Mantra under the moonlight at the hour of You.

Clown had a vague understanding in his mind, and he decided to ask the priest about it tomorrow.

. . . .

Outside Zak Town, in a cave.

This is a mine that has been abandoned for many years. Many years ago, the town produced pyrite.

A thick silver chain hung on the stone wall, with golden runes flashing on the chain from time to time.

A tall white werewolf was tied up and struggling frantically.

There is a long scar on the werewolf's left eye.

The werewolf continued to struggle, and the silver chain continued to shrink, embedding deeply into the werewolf's flesh.

I don't know how much time passed, but perhaps because he had used up all his strength, the werewolf stopped struggling and fell to the ground, his body twitching slightly.

A golden light appeared outside the cave, and at this time, the sun rose.

The werewolf's body quickly shrank and turned into a sturdy man with scars all over his body.

A boy came over with a pile of clothes in his hands.

He squatted beside the man, put down his clothes, and called softly: "Teacher, it's dawn."

The man opened his eyes and covered his eyes with trembling hands: "Alan, you can't follow me anymore. Now I can't keep my sanity on a full moon night. The darkness in my heart seems to have devoured my soul. If you stay with me, you will be more and more dangerous. I don't know what I will become after I completely lose my sanity."

(End of this chapter)