Chapter 723: This Energy Center, the More I Look at It, the More It Looks Like
"Did you sleep well?" A greeting came from outside the door.
Grisha raised his eyelids and saw that it was his comrade who came with him. Then he yawned and began to put on the prosthetic leg that was placed aside.
To be honest, he didn't sleep very well.
He had nightmares the whole night. He woke up from one dream and before he could be happy, he turned around to find himself in another nightmare.
When he saw the early morning at Blood Harbor, he even felt a sense of relief.
The companion noticed the dark circles under Grisha's eyes and looked a little surprised: "Another nightmare?"
Grisha pursed his lips.
He has been troubled by nightmares, always dreaming that he is still on the battlefield, surrounded by wailing comrades and familiar faces.
Looking up at the surroundings, this is the prosperous Blood Harbor, bustling, peaceful, full of vitality, and beautiful to the point of being unreal.
Perhaps everything now is just a dream, just an illusion of the young man before his death on the battlefield.
Grisha stared at his hands, his eyes flickering.
That's fine too. Equal death is a relief.
"Don't just stand there, let's go, there's a lighting ceremony today!" His companion patted him on the back.
Grisha hesitated for a second before remembering this.
He had been looking forward to it, but he was distracted by the nightmare and almost forgot about it.
When Grisha thought about Bazel being thrown into the furnace, the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot.
He may never leave that battlefield, and may be haunted by nightmares forever, but at least their blood was not shed in vain.
Bazel, Grisha felt no regrets at the thought of witnessing the end of this tyrannical lord of the North.
After a quick wash, Grisha and his companions were about to go find something to eat when there was a knock on the door.
When I opened the door, Betty was standing there, holding a few food boxes in her hands.
It was Bettys who helped find the house here. Yesterday, she led Grisha and the others and was busy running around with a lot of procedures. Grisha felt a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to find her at the fried fish shop, but he didn't expect her to come here first.
The food boxes were piled up a bit high and swayed, so Betty's face couldn't be seen clearly.
Grisha wanted to take it for her, but was too embarrassed to accept it. He was a bit shy and just stood there in a daze.
Betty snorted when she saw it, and with a wave of her hand, she let the food box fall towards Grisha.
Grisha finally reacted and hurriedly caught the food box. Looking back, he saw Betty had already walked into the house on her own.
"Let's eat while we walk. We have to get to the lighting ceremony early, otherwise we won't be able to get a good spot."
Grisha and his companions naturally agreed, and soon, each of them was walking on the street, carrying a food box.
Blood Harbor is usually quite quiet in the early morning, as workers going to work don't leave until later.
But today was an exception. Whether it was the streets or the alleys, there were people everywhere. The night watchmen of the secret order who maintained order were all out, and people gathered in a noisy manner at the site of the lighting ceremony.
"This fried fish is delicious, and it comes in a box that's perfect for dipping." Grisha's companions also had a bite of the fried fish, saying as they ate, "Boss, have you ever thought about delivering the fried fish? I'll definitely order it!"
"Well," Betty hesitated, "I'm the only one in the shop right now, so I definitely can't deliver it. But the lord mentioned this once when he came to buy fried fish."
"He said he was planning to build a food delivery platform and asked if I was interested in joining as a merchant."
Betty spoke hesitantly. To be honest, she didn't quite understand what a "takeaway platform" was. She thought it was a place that packaged the fried fish and delivered them to various places.
But who would deliver it? She definitely didn't have the time. Did she need to hire someone to do it?
This kind of work that requires running around must be very hard.
Not long after walking, the crowd gradually became crowded, and the night patrolmen began to shout loudly to maintain order. Some people even climbed onto the street lights with tin horns to direct traffic.
"So many people are watching? This is the first time I know there are so many people at Blood Harbor!"
"Aren't you from Blood Harbor?"
"I swear on my fried fish, there have never been so many people in Blood Harbor before!!" Grisha and his companions had to rely on shouting to communicate.
The population of Blood Harbor is indeed much larger than before. Now the entire continent is in turmoil. Blood Harbor and Castel are almost the last pure land. Whether they are refugees from the north or people driven out by war from all over, they are all gathering here.
Grisha and his companions didn't have to stay crowded for too long. Soon the night watchman who was maintaining order led them to the roof of a building. The location here was not bad. Although the night watchman was a little short of manpower, there were many people wearing volunteer armbands here.
These are all followers of the Secret Order.
The Esoteric Order's infiltration of Blood Harbor is from the bottom up. Anyone who joins the Esoteric Order can receive a bowl of hot holy water and avoid starving to death. This is extremely attractive to many lower-class people.
Therefore, the secret society is highly organized at the grassroots level. If such a large-scale event lacks manpower, the secret society can immediately mobilize many people by just raising its hands.
This organization is comparable to a cult.
Grisha and his party found a place to stand under the command of the secret order believers, waiting quietly for the ceremony to begin.
Although they were some distance away from the center of the ceremony, the energy center was too huge.
It was a tall building. Yesterday, it was covered with cloth, and only the outline could be vaguely seen. Now, the whole picture can be seen clearly.
Grisha looked at the energy center in the distance and scratched his head.
Why does he feel that this thing looks familiar?
Before, it was covered with cloth and scaffolding, and it looked tall and big, like a mountain. But when the cloth was removed, it became sharp and square, a bit like that.
coffin
It was only later that Zeus realized that something was wrong. Putting aside its weird functionality, Tata is also a master in appearance design. The name "Charge Coffin" is not wrong.
Well, it's somewhat unlucky to have a means of transportation shaped like a coffin, but it's quite auspicious to have this furnace shaped like a coffin.
Light a fire inside and burn it up. Besides, Bazel who is about to go in is still a skeleton.
Xius thought the shape of the coffin was quite suitable.
Grisha was just confused after reading it. He was a White Crow. The White Crows controlled by the Silent Temple attached the most importance to funerals. Coffins were very sacred things in their place. Looking at the huge coffin in front of him, he only felt a natural sense of holiness.
Hmm, I don’t know if it’s Castel’s characteristic.
(End of this chapter)
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