Chapter 564: King Arthur's Killer (10,000 yen, please vote)
On the street.
Several goblins with green skin, short stature and goblin-like appearance were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
Bawanxi stood in the deep pit with radioactive cracks, patted the dust that splashed on his body, and looked at the defeated opponents around him with disdain:
"Just because of you, you want to cause trouble to me?"
"You were the one who broke our stuff first!"
Several green-skinned goblins who had escaped the previous disaster and were hiding behind a broken carriage poked their heads out, waving simple weapons such as stone axes, wooden sticks, and rattan shields, and shouting angrily.
"You still dare to talk back? I think you haven't been beaten enough!"
Bawanxi's eyes widened, and she was so angry that she pulled out the blood-red whip from her waist, as if she was going to whip these little goblins into spinning tops.
But such a rude act was equivalent to confirming that she was the one who was in the wrong, causing the fairies who came to watch from the surrounding to start a lot of discussions.
Seeing the spiked whip about to fall on the green goblins behind the carriage, Morgan, who arrived just in time, shouted coldly:
“Stop!”
Bawanshi had no choice but to obey her "mother's" orders.
But even after putting down the whip, the vampire banshee still looked viciously at the green-skinned goblins around her, as if she wanted to eat them.
Morgan frowned, came to a few green-skinned goblins, and asked:
"Let me first tell you what happened. If it is Bawanshi's responsibility, I will never be partial."
Hearing Morgan's promise, a sturdy green-skinned goblin with a red velvet wrapped around his head stepped forward and told Morgan the whole story.
They are a race of goblins called "Peakes" (the prototype of the house-elves in "Harry Potter"), who are good at trade and commerce, and have business dealings with many goblin clans.
Recently, the Samhain festival dedicated to the death goddess Morrigan was approaching, and the Clan of the Fangs placed an order for a batch of sacrifices from them.
Coincidentally, they had used traps to capture some high-quality goods from Wales some time ago, and were preparing to escort them to the territory of the Fang Clan via the Rain Clan's teleportation array to complete the transaction.
However, on the street, this ferocious vampire ran into their convoy.
Not only did the other party refuse to compensate, but they also dismantled the cage in a rage and let all the sacrifices run away.
Hearing this, Bawanshi rushed out angrily:
"Nonsense, you were the ones who bumped into me! Besides, there was no sacrifice in the car? The cages under the black cloth were all empty!"
Upon hearing this, the leading Pixie turned around and shouted to the surrounding fairies:
"Everyone, she said that there was nothing under the cage. What about you? Did you see anything running out of the damaged cage just now?"
"Yes, I just saw a white thing."
"Yes, it looks like both a cat and a dog."
"Not only that, there seem to be other living creatures..."
The goblins chirped in reply, looking at Bavanshi with a hint of contempt.
It's obvious who is lying.
"Even if there were, there would only be a few, and they looked like ordinary livestock, not even sacrificial offerings."
Bawanshi opened her mouth to defend herself again, but this time no one paid any attention to the vampire.
Even Morgan is no exception.
"I understand. I will be responsible for whatever loss you suffer."
As she spoke, she took out her purse and signaled the Pixies to make an offer.
However, the leading Pixie sneered and said:
"You want money? This is the sacrifice ordered by the Fang Clan. It will be offered to the goddess of death, Morrigan, on the day of Samhain! If you don't want to be held accountable by the Fang Clan and the goddess, then just pay the full amount!"
At this moment, Morgan, standing in front of the Pixies, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
There are four prominent and important festivals on the Celtic calendar: Lunar New Year, Pentecost, Lugus and Samhain (also known as the Day of the Dead).
The festivals marked the beginning of each season and were related to the fertility of the land and livestock. Sacrificial ceremonies were held to ensure the growth and continuation of life.
The sun is often the center of worship: in spring, people light bonfires to compete with the sun; in autumn, people light bonfires again in the hope of retaining warmth.
The Celtic calendar begins on November 1st each year. Although this festival is called "Samhain", which means "Summer Festival", it actually marks the end of summer and the arrival of autumn and winter.
Since the Celts believed that midnight on October 31 and November 1 was the transitional moment between the new year and the old year, the solemnity of Samhain was similar to that of New Year's Day.
At this time, the barrier between the mortal world and the divine realm, or the fairyland called "the other world", will completely disappear. The undead and the residents of the fairyland can freely leave the fairy castle, roam freely in the human world, and use magic to cause trouble everywhere.
At this time, the Druids of the British Isles would burn crops as offerings, and as they danced around the fires, the solar season would end and Samhain would begin.
The Celts believed that Morrigan, the god of death, would return to the world with ghosts on the night of October 31 to find a replacement, so they lit torches and burned animals as a tribute to the god of death.
During this period, they would dress themselves up with costumes made of animal heads or fur and make strange noises so that the god of death would not recognize them and thus avoid disaster. After that night, the ghosts returned to the underworld and everything returned to peace.
As the former goddess of death, Morrigan, all these activities obviously revolve around Morgan.
The sacrifices, rituals, and beliefs were all prepared for her.
So, does this count as threatening me with something that was offered to me?
As the sense of absurdity rose in his heart, Morgan suddenly felt it was funny and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
"What are you laughing at? If you don't hand over the sacrifice honestly, none of you will have a good life! The goddess will punish you!"
The green-skinned goblin brandished a blade full of notches, looking ferocious.
However, before he could do a few moves, a small stone flew out from the crowd and hit the Pixie on the forehead, almost knocking him unconscious.
"The sacrifice you mentioned should be this, right?"
With a magnetic murmur, Loen walked out of the goblins holding a white-haired little beast.
It was a little creature that looked like both a cat and a dog, with golden eyes sparkling with spiritual light and a long fluffy tail swaying like clouds. It looked very cute and harmless to humans and animals. For women who like to keep pets, it was extremely lethal.
But at this moment, the little white animal had messy fur and was listless, as if it had used up all its strength in the long period of imprisonment. It couldn't even stand steadily, and could only lie flat in Lorne's arms and let himself be stroked.
“I actually found it!”
One of the Pixies couldn't help but speak in surprise.
This idiot!
The stronger leader was so angry that he kicked the younger brother behind him and continued to sneer with a stern face:
"This is just one of them. What about the other sacrifices?"
"Only this one."
"nonsense!"
"Your carriage and cage told me so."
Lorne smiled and answered, then stepped forward to check the wreckage on the ground and explained to the curious fairies around him,
"Look, such a large carriage has very shallow ruts, which clearly shows that it is not carrying anything heavy. Moreover, the cages are all very new. If they were really filled with offerings, they would have eaten, drunk, defecated, and urinated in them during the long-distance transportation, so it is impossible that there would not be any traces left.
But in the end, the only thing we have as evidence is a single hair like this one."
As he spoke, Loen picked up a fluffy white hair from the wood chips and showed it to the surrounding goblins along with the little animal in his arms.
Judging from the fur color and texture alone, this thing obviously came from a small white-haired animal.
In other words, the so-called "large sacrifices" do not exist at all. It is just a trick used by these Pixies to blackmail outsiders.
"I said these guys were looking for trouble on purpose!"
Having cleared his suspicion, Bawanxi was in high spirits. He immediately raised the whip and prepared to beat these Pixies who wanted to scam him into pieces.
However, her raised hand was held down by Morgan.
Compared to the goblin who likes to act impulsively, Morgan prefers to solve the problem in a rational and peaceful way:
"Why would you do such a thing?"
"Samhain is coming soon, and we still need a lot of sacrifices..."
"There's been trouble in Wales recently. We are too weak to catch them even though we want to..."
"The delivery date is approaching. If we still don't have enough, those hot-tempered guys from the Fang Clan will tear us to pieces."
Seeing that the truth was exposed, several Pixies tremblingly confessed the whole story.
"So, you thought of blackmailing outsiders?"
Morgan snorted coldly, a gloomy look in his eyes.
Pixie is a traveling merchant among the fairies with weak fighting power, so naturally he dare not pick on powerful fairies to cause trouble. He started the fight in Orkney, obviously because he believed that the rain fairies living in Orkney were weaker and easier to bully.
However, these Pixies never expected that the target of their scam on the street was actually a fairy knight with a title and blessed by the goddess.
After sorting out the whole story, Morgan looked at the trembling Pixies and snorted coldly:
"Get out of Orkney before I lose my temper!"
Realizing they had saved their lives, the Pixies dared not stay any longer and fled out of Orkney amid the ridicule and curses of the goblins.
"Fuwu~Fuwu!"
At this time, the white-haired little beast in Loen's arms also waved its furry little paws excitedly to celebrate the defeat of the villains.
Then the little guy jumped onto Lorne's shoulders again, kissed his savior's cheek affectionately, and made happy noises in his ears.
"Fuwu~Fu!"
"You said your name is... Kathy Palug? You were kidnapped from Wales by them..."
Loen was stunned, and immediately lifted the white-haired little animal on his shoulder to his eyes, looking at it again and again in surprise.
Cathy Paluge? What a coincidence!
The name first appears in the Welsh Three Poems:
It is also known as the three-eyed cat, born to a white pig named "Henwen". According to the prophecy, the child born by "Henwen" is an ominous sign, so the locals in Wales drove it into the sea, but it still did not die, but drifted with the sea and gave birth to offspring in their respective places. Among them, Cathy Palug stayed on the island of Anglesey in Wales and gradually grew into a famous beast.
The relevant content of the Carmarthen Black Book records another story related to it:
King Arthur's brother, the Knight of the Round Table, Kay, led a team to the Isle of Anglesey to defeat the monster Cathy Palug, who was also called the Lion. Before Kay succeeded in killing it, 180 knights had already been killed by the Lion. This shows how powerful this monster is.
Later, there were rumors that it pushed "King Arthur" into a swamp and then killed him.
At the same time, Morgan on the side couldn't help but change his expression and called out its other name:
"The Three Plagues of Wales?"
As the goddess who controls fate and dominates death, Morgan has an extremely sensitive intuition about the coming of disasters, and has made various forms of prophecies throughout Britain.
This naturally includes the Welsh region, which she regards as the future territory of the Three Goddesses.
According to her perception, three major disasters will occur in Wales.
The first one was the white pig Heniwen, which symbolized greed and destruction, and had great power and destructive power. It seemed to be a product of some kind of divinity, and she spent a lot of effort to exile the monster.
The second one is [Wild Hunt]. The death of Gwyn, the King of the Wild Hunt in Wales, led to the riot of the undead underground, plundering the souls of the living, and brewing a crisis that affected the whole of Britain. Fortunately, she acted in time, which nipped the trouble in the bud.
The last one is the three-eyed cat Casey Palug, born from a white pig, symbolizing contradiction and complexity, representing the contradictions and struggles in nature, and an existence that cannot be completely defeated. Once it grows up, it will cause extremely serious consequences.
All this time, Morgan has been searching for traces of this dangerous creature.
However, because the situation was too chaotic and Casey Palug was too weak, no serious consequences were caused, and her search was fruitless for a long time.
I didn't expect that if I didn't go looking for this little thing, it would come to my door on its own.
Morgan's expression turned cold, and he immediately summoned his magic wand, pointed it at the seemingly harmless little creature, and warned Lorne:
"Throw that thing away! Stay away from it!"
"Fuwu~Fu!"
Sensing the dangerous aura, Casey Palug on Lorne's shoulder suddenly became angry, bent his back, and bared his teeth and growled at Morgan.
"Could this be a misunderstanding? There's no strong smell of blood on it, so it probably hasn't done anything evil."
While stroking Casey Palug's head to comfort her, Lorne tried to dissuade Morgan.
"Just because it's not done now doesn't mean it won't be done in the future!"
Morgan snorted coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes remained unabated.
Luo En frowned and said:
"So, you want to kill it in advance for a vague possibility?"
The current Casey Palug reminded him of the three Medusa sisters in Greece, and the three disasters of Fenrir, Jörmungandr and Hela in Northern Europe.
According to his understanding of the worlds he had experienced during the Age of Gods, the more one cared about prophecy, the more likely it was that the result would lead to the destined ending.
Morgan seemed to be moved by Lorne's words. He pondered for a moment, slowly put down the wand in his hand, and said in a deep voice:
"I can keep it alive, but in order to prevent it from doing evil, this thing must be kept under control!"
“It should be.”
Lorne breathed a sigh of relief, and while comforting Casey Palug in his arms, he asked,
"What are you going to do? Tell me."
"Let's keep it in Orkney for now. When we get back from dealing with [the matter], I'll take it away and then decide how to keep it."
Morgan made his decision, and the "thing" he was referring to was naturally finding the Tomb of Albion and subduing the third Fairy Knight.
Lorne nodded, whispered some instructions for a while, and then put the obedient Casey Palug into Morgan's arms.
Morgan's originally cold expression couldn't help but softened when he felt the furry and warm touch.
"If you don't want to become the target of my attack, then just obey me."
After Morgan reminded him again, he sent Casey Palug to the lakeside cabin of the Rain Clan leader, and used the secret method of [Coffin] to seal the beast of disaster inside.
After doing all this, the two walked out of the yard and saw Bavanshi dragging Bagster and Vivian to meet them.
After completing the purchasing task assigned by the textile fairy Habertlot, Bagster, at the instigation of Vivian, went into a restaurant and started to slack off.
However, Morgan didn't mean to complain about it.
After all, she had no intention of really marrying herself tonight as requested by her fairy friend.
After the five of them had reunited, Morgan led the team to Habertlot's house again, kicked the door open, and pulled out his goblin friend:
"I'll give you two choices. First, lead the way immediately. Second, I'll destroy everything here!"
"1! I choose 1!"
Seeing Morgan raising his wand, Habertlot quickly begged for mercy, then fluttered his wings dejectedly and led the way.
Sure enough, we can’t just be nice to these goblins.
Morgan nodded with satisfaction and led the team to follow the guide's footsteps towards the mysterious area deep in the forest.
(End of this chapter)
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