I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 167 The Cowell Hotel

Sebastian led four strangers to Cowell Street.

This is the busiest street in the whole town. Most of the existing townspeople live on this street. At this moment, everyone’s doors are lit up, and they all gather on the street to chat about things—this is also the reason why this small coastal town A rare entertainment item in town.

This street is named because it is the street closest to the Cowell Hotel in Ilkesmouth. It is said that before he was born, the business of his hotel was very prosperous, and the guests coming and going were almost trampling the threshold. Other businesses that drove the town also became prosperous, so everyone in the town renamed this road that must be passed to the hotel Cowell Street.

"Perhaps travelers at that time hoped to get up together, open the curtains and see the burning sun rising from the distant sea."

"But since my grandfather closed the open library, the number of guests in the hotel has decreased a lot. In the past few years, I haven't seen tourists like you for a long time."

"Are you here to watch the sunrise too?"

Sebastian said that he is very keen to introduce the history of poverty in the small town of Ilksmouth to these outsiders, and he also hopes that these outsiders will be as enthusiastic as him and tell himself about it things in the outside world.

"Well, we just heard that the most beautiful sunrise in this area can only be enjoyed at the Cowell Hotel, so we came here because of the name."

Mr. John, who was at the forefront of the outsiders but obviously not the leader, replied with a smile.

But why Sebastian can judge with such certainty that the other party is definitely not the leader of the four—it's all because when he said that he would lead the four to his hotel just now, this Mr. John secretly Glancing at the other three out-of-towners, it was obvious that they were seeking the opinions of others—and a real leader must be bold and decisive on such a small issue, and would never hesitate for a moment.

When he knew that the man in front of him, Mr. John, who gave him a strange sense of intimacy, was not the leader of the outsider team, he suddenly had a doubt about his unfounded intuition that had been very effective for so many years - although this gentleman seemed to It seems extremely reliable, but is there really any way he can help me escape from my grandfather's control?

"Sebastian, why are you still wandering around town so late, aren't you afraid that Mr. Michaelis will lose his temper later?"

"Hahaha, grandpa won't be so stingy."

"Little Sebastian, we baked apple pie tonight. It tastes very good. You can take some back and give it to Mr. Michaelis to taste."

"Thank you for your kindness, but my grandfather said some time ago that he would temporarily quit desserts, so I won't take them back to lure him."

"Hey Sebastian! Where have you been today? Our poker game has been waiting for you to start!"

"Sorry sorry, I forgot the time when I was fishing at the beach today."

Sebastian was walking on the streets of Cowell, and the townspeople who hadn't rested on both sides of the road greeted him with a friendly smile after seeing him, and they became acquainted with each other like a family.

However, the young man didn't notice that when he turned his head to reply another neighbor who greeted him warmly, the neighbors who had been smiling enthusiastically just now saw the four strangers following behind him, and their faces immediately collapsed and their faces became stiff. It looks like an ice sculpture, and the eyes seem to be burning with the anger of hatred. It seems that the next moment I will go home and take out the thick-bladed kitchen knife for chopping meat, pick up the iron hoe for plowing, and hold up the ax for chopping wood, and go straight to these four damned. Cut off the stranger!
But Sebastian didn't notice the hostility of the neighbors to the foreigners at all, because whenever his sight was swept away, the townspeople would immediately show a friendly smile, just like changing a mask. fast.

But the four outsiders in the center of the hostile storm could clearly perceive the undisguised hostility. They only felt as if they were pawns who had fallen into the enemy's base camp. Every face they could see They all grit their teeth fiercely, so hard that the chewing muscles on both cheeks are raised high, it seems that they can't wait to peel their skins, devour their flesh, and drink their blood!

Watson, who has experienced many battles, doesn't care. He can even nod and smile politely in the face of these hostile faces, but at the same time he is thinking, "This remote town that doesn't even have a road or a telegraph station Town, the information is blocked and seems to be isolated from the world, and even the houses and buildings are still in the style of the beginning of the last century, without the participation of steel bars and cement at all, and the ancient wood and stone structures are completely used, as if the whole town is still sealed. In those decadent and backward old days.”

"But since this town is so closed, why does it have such hostility towards us, a group of strange visitors? Have other tourists from outside ever caused any damage here?!"

A fat middle-aged man with a blood-colored apron on the side of the street, after offering Sebastian a piece of fresh meat but was politely refused, he immediately turned around and glared at Watson, muttering The slang seems to be chanting local slang, which is obviously not a friendly vocabulary.

The middle-aged uncle tightly holds a broad-bladed bone-chopping knife in his hand, his knuckles are slightly white due to excessive force, and the heart rate of the other party has reached 140 in the perception of his heart. Obviously, the angry appearance is absolutely amazing. It wasn't just a disguise - the residents of this town really wanted to hack the four of them to death!

"But...it's not yet certain who will kill whom." Watson smiled and nodded towards the butcher-looking town resident.

But compared to his composure, the other three believers of the Crossroads Order are not so rational and calm. Although they are all esoteric believers who have reached the second-level mental state, the principles of the heart are more inclined to movement, persistence and continuation , are not good at frontal combat, even if they work together to exert the influence of the heart and sway the trembling breath, it is difficult to completely infect the hundreds of families in this small town.
Besides, the influence of the heart is different from the treacherous moth and the gluttonous cup, but mainly to boost the mood. If it is used on this group of mortals who have temporarily suppressed their hostility because of Sebastian's presence, it will be even more aggravating. With the fire of hostility from unknown sources, they would draw their weapons on the spot and swarm us.

So the three of them became more and more silent, just followed behind the boy who led the way with their heads down, and only relied on walking words to communicate.

Li Duo couldn't help scratching the new scar on his arm. This tiny scar healed quickly due to the energy of the mind, but he couldn't help but scratch it: "How do I feel about the residents of this small town?" Something seems not right, why are they so hostile to us?"

Karsa licked his lips. He hadn't had a proper meal all day and night, and his cup was expressing his hunger and thirst: "But fortunately, they seemed to be concerned about the feelings of the young man in front of them, so they didn't take action against us... There is no way to charm so many mortals at the same time."

Melanie began to activate the lamp to make her think rationally but ruthlessly, trying to think and reason: "Perhaps it is because the previous visitors have caused some trouble, which makes them hostile to any outsiders?"

Watson: "As long as they don't interfere with our actions, you don't need to pay attention to them. Let's go to the Cowell Hotel as Nelo asked."

Although Melanie is the captain of this trip, she is sensible at the moment and agrees with Watson's point of view, thinking that the tasks assigned by the complete religious order are the most important thing, so she silently gave the order - go to the hotel first, and then go to the hotel. Discuss what's next.

The four of them followed the young man who claimed to be the grandson of the hotel owner, and set foot on the rugged and steep cliff mountain road under the enthusiastic watch of the townspeople of Ilkesmouth.

Perhaps this Cowell Hotel has not been visited for a long time, and the stairs on the way have been deformed and collapsed under the washing of sea wind and rain, and the upward mountain road has become extremely difficult to walk. Already weakened and unbalanced.

But the four of Watson are all energetic people, and they all followed Sebastian closely, and no one was left behind. They finally reached the peak and came to Cowell before the sky completely dimmed. In front of the hotel.

This is a stone house with only three floors. The Gwaer-Inn signboard at the door is already dilapidated. There is a lot of winter snow and moss, but the glass of the window is rubbed brightly, so that the warm yellow light inside flows out, and the snow in front of the house is also glowing pale gold.

Only the window of the room in the middle of the top floor was covered with thick dust, and the thick dust made the glass extraordinarily hazy, but when Watson raised his head, he still vaguely saw a vague figure standing behind the window , is observing these four foreigners with ulterior motives.

He also seemed to face the peeping figure through the dusty window that looked like rough glass, and saw the vague figure cast on the glass by the other party suddenly began to twist and sway, a thick black and sticky shadow Spreading on the gray glass, it looks like ink splashed on white paper randomly, but it also renders a mottled vibrating... moth shadow!
"Faris, I'm back!" The boy leading the way pushed open the heavy solid wood door and shouted towards the empty hall: "Faris, where are you? I brought four guests back!"

"guest?!"

An obviously aging and hoarse voice came out from behind a wall. The speaker came out wiping his palms with the gray wall around his waist. He was an elderly man with white beard and hair, but from his ruddy complexion and straight waist Judging from the pole, the opponent's body is still tough.

Faris was preparing a thick soup to ward off the cold, waiting for the young master to retrieve today's vegetables. When he heard the word "guest", he hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and saw four young people with strange faces standing in the hall. Looking around at the surrounding environment.

His eyes narrowed slightly immediately. Unlike the young master who has been living in comfort, this old housekeeper had experienced the busiest days of hotel business. Of course he knew what kind of feelings those visitors had in their arms. The purpose, and the four young people in front of me, who were not affected by the cold in the cold winter, were still breathing smoothly after climbing to the top... Obviously they are also comers from the hidden world!
But the master's library has been closed for so many years, why would there still be esoteric believers coming here in pursuit of forbidden knowledge? Are they all newcomers with no religion or affiliation?It's just that I found the address of the hotel in the documents decades ago, and I didn't know that the library had been closed long ago, and the master had long been reluctant to communicate with other people?
Faris had a lot of suspicions in his heart, but at this moment he still decided not to reveal the fact that he already knew the identities of the four esoteric believers, but pretended to be an ordinary old man, and at the moment he slowly stepped forward Rod also bent slightly, and said in a surprised tone:

"I didn't expect that there are still guests willing to visit our dilapidated small hotel. I am Faris, the housekeeper of the hotel. Welcome four guests!"

"The four guests have come from a long distance. They must be very tired and cold. Please, young master, go and add some more firewood to the fireplace to warm up the room." As he spoke, he seemed to want to perform his duties as a hotel housekeeper, and stretched out his hand He grabbed the shoulder of the tallest young man who seemed to be the leader of the visitors, "My guest, let me put your luggage for you. You can rest for a while."

Watson looked at the strange arm of the other party's skinny tree with sharp fingers like ghost claws in the vision of the moth, and just took a step back slightly, and refused with a smile: "Thank you, but we want to eat some hot food more than rest. Food, warm yourself up, why don't you prepare some food for us first."

The other three guests also shook their heads slightly in the same way, rejecting the hotel butler's kindness.

Faris's intention to test the items brought by the visiting esoteric monks was in vain, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all. With an attentive smile on his face, he took the vegetable basket brought back by the young master, "Guest, you are right, it is so cold. Just have to eat some steaming food to warm up, and I happen to be making a clam chowder tonight, and I asked the four guests to wait a while, and I will serve it right away."

"Are you eating clam chowder tonight?" The simple Sebastian was adding firewood to the fireplace, and when he heard the butler's words, he immediately turned his head and said to the guests: "Guests, you will have a delicious meal tonight." , Faris' clam chowder is really delicious, it's fresh and sweet after one bite!"

"Well, then we really have to taste it." Watson came to the long oak table that should be the hotel dining table, and gently put down the backpack on his shoulders, so that the blades and guns inside would not jingle. Clang sound.

However, before he could sit down, he heard the sound of stepping on the stairs going downstairs. It seemed that the real owner of the hotel was about to appear.

But when Watson turned his head to look towards the stairs, the moth in his skull began to actively vibrate its scales again, and the excess scales were thrown into the eyes, making the moth's vision clearer.

Then he saw the deep, rich, crazy and dangerous darkness.

(End of this chapter)