I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 168 Burned
The darkness was as deep as a secluded forest at the end of the arc moon, and as thick as a deep sea where sunlight could not penetrate. Even the lights in the hotel lobby seemed to be absorbed and swallowed by this darkest shadow.

But the moth in the skull kept flapping its scales, throwing off the scales that had accumulated for a long time, and the colors of whimsy and intuition flooded the eyes.

The gloom of the stairs began to fade slowly, like thick black smoke gradually blowing away with the wind, and the strange-shaped body hidden in it finally revealed its true face, which was a terrifying appearance that even Watson felt extremely ugly and weird when he saw it!
I saw a strange arm that seemed to have no skin covering and directly exposed dark blue muscle fibers protruding from the black mist. On the surface of the twisted and entwined texture of old tree roots, there were densely packed bronze-colored bumps. It looks like pustules, or some kind of scary scales.

And from the front of this terrifying arm are five bizarre fingers like bird toes extending out, three of them are bent in front, two are curled up in the back, holding a coiled hair that seems to be carved from a human thigh bone. Bright yellow crutches.

As the bone staff hit the wooden stairs again, the visitor's strange-shaped body was further revealed, and along with the pustules that made the intensive phobia patients go crazy, there was a seemingly normal wrinkled and vicissitudes of life The old man’s face—if one ignores the other’s bald head, which is also covered with ferocious and sharp bone spurs, a nose that is sunken like a basin but has three round holes, odd-shaped mouthparts that split to the lower jaw like a T, and a forked tongue It was dancing wildly like a snake in the slightly closed jaw crack, licking its serrated fangs.

What really surprised Watson was that the other party's strange-shaped body actually had three faces and six arms!

However, these three heads and six arms are not like Nezha in ancient mythology, with three heads on the shoulders and six arms on the ribs. Instead, they have the faces of an old man, a man and a woman growing on the head, chest and waist and abdomen respectively. The old man's face is the most clear and obvious, and the outline of the facial features can be distinguished at a glance.

On the other hand, the faces of men and women are ferocious like deformed sarcomas, which are vague and unclear, but they all have a hideous and terrifying expression, clenching their yellow and cracked teeth, and muttering indistinct words.

The emotions of resentment and anger were expressed so directly - they were waving wildly the pair of deformed and thin withered hands at the corners of their eyes, as if they were trying to scratch at other parts of the body and want to tear them apart. Where they were forced to parasitize.

The three pairs of eyes of these three faces are like pure and flawless 58-faceted diamonds, and there are no eyelids and eyelashes to cover them, but the eyes of the head shine with a blazing and ruthless bright yellow light, and the inside of the eyes of the male face on the chest Crackling thunder seems to be brewing, and blood-like bright red liquid flows in the eyes of the female face in the waist and belly.

Watson looked at this weird monster with three heads and six arms slowly walking towards the dining table while stroking the bone staff. He remained calm and just thought in his heart: "It has an alien appearance with multiple faces..." Could it be that the owner of the Cowell Hotel is also like Clovite, a body containing multiple souls?"

"Although Clovet and Emma are both one body and two bodies, they will show almost identical faces in the vision of the moth... and the old man in front of him has three faces of different ages and different genders, and Even the facial features are not similar?"

He carefully and covertly observed the three faces of the other party, trying to find a connection among the three faces, but because the sarcomas on the male and female faces were too deformed, he could only find the male face for a while. There is a faint resemblance to the old man's face.

When Watson was immersed in the vision of the moth, Sebastian, who was packing firewood, heard the sound of the wooden stick hitting the ground, turned his head in surprise, and said, "Grandfather! Why did you come downstairs?"

The boy quickly discarded the tongs, ran to the three-headed and six-armed monster, and carefully supported the other's left arm, "Are you hungry? Wait a moment, Faris has already cooked clam chowder, and I'll bring it to you right away." .”

"Ahem——I saw guests coming upstairs. As the owner of the Cowell Hotel, how could I not come down to greet them in person?!"

The old man with completely gray and sparse beard and hair coughed violently. He seemed to not want his pain to spread with the spray, and raised his left fist to cover his mouth.

But the dignity of the other party fell in Watson's eyes, but he saw the monster opening its strange T-shaped mouthparts, and three snake-like tongues stretched out to lick the black claws on his left arm, but if he wanted It is said to be an animal's self-cleaning, but it feels more like a beast sharpening its claws.

Even Faris, who just came out of the kitchen with food, shouted in surprise, "Master Michaelis! Why did you go downstairs yourself?!"

But in fact, the old butler was thinking in his heart, did the master also find out about the abnormality of these four little guys, did he plan to come down to test their intentions in person?

"Master, your cold is not over yet, how can you get out of bed casually!" He shouted anxiously: "Master, why don't you help me sit down quickly?"

When the owner of the Cowell Hotel took his seat at the head of the table, Watson's moth vision was temporarily closed. His right pupil was the ordinary real world, but his left pupil could see the hallucinations that seemed to be crazy. .

As the hotel owner Mikalis was waiting, the butler Faris quickly put various dishes on the table to entertain the four long-lost guests.

If a town resident with a normal mental state came to visit at this time, he would be able to see through the glass of the window how sumptuous the dinner at the Cowell Hotel was tonight.

A faint flame is lit on the romantic and classic silver candlestick, and the warm and warm candlelight shines on the rectangular dining table covered with white cloth, which is filled with steaming and delicious food - fragrant and tempting clam chowder soup, fried to golden on both sides Sea fish, deep-fried crispy potato chips, thin slices of ham, a large piece of roast pork tenderloin, and the precious Lagavulin ale-it seems that Mr. Faris attaches great importance to this batch Guest!

However, the four strangers with strange faces were extraordinarily reserved, all of them were silent and just stuffed their mouths with food. They really didn’t know how to be grateful at all—at this time, they should stand up and raise their glasses to thank Faris. Thank you for your hard work!
But in fact, according to Watson's moth's vision, this rectangular dining table is clearly surrounded by a monster boss with three heads and six arms, a hotel butler as thin as a withered old tree, and three esoteric believers with tumors on their chests. The young Sebastian and his two normal people... No, there should be only one normal person, Sebastian.

Moreover, in the big iron pot containing the rich milky clam chowder, the clams in the pot are obviously not dead yet, their spiny shells open and close, making a strange rattling sound, and the shells protruding from the open gaps Tentacles as slender as silk threads, gently caressing the rolled bacon, dancing onions and shivering potato cubes also soaked in the gray soup.

The originally excited vegetables gradually calmed down under the caress of the clam. Like a baby whose mother sang a lullaby, they seemed to slowly fall asleep and turned into ordinary side dishes, allowing the new strangers to put them in their mouths. ...Their corpses sank obediently into their stomachs, just waiting for the right time to wake up again, struggle again, and start acting up again!

And the three hungry esoteric members of the Crossroads Order couldn't see the abnormality of these dishes at all, they just ate them happily.

Khalsa scooped up a clam with its tentacles twisting happily and put it into his mouth. He inhaled the sweet clam meat and the rich and milky soup in one breath. Then he reached out to the corner of his mouth to wipe away either the soup or the residue of the broken tentacles. He said sincerely He exclaimed in admiration: "Hmm - I didn't expect that such a remote country town can also eat such delicious dishes. Mr. Farris, your skills are really amazing. It is simply better than some famous restaurant chefs in the city." Be superb!"

"Thank you for your compliments, as long as the four of you don't dislike the poor ingredients in our country." Faris, the hotel housekeeper, smiled and nodded, "If you really like it, please eat more. You can go back to the kitchen to cook some more."

"Then you're welcome! Your clam chowder is indeed a rare delicacy. If I don't eat more today, I'm afraid I will regret it when I think about it later!" Khalsa happily picked up a piece that seemed loose and fragile. The bone-like bread, dipped in the thick milky white soup, accompanied by a piece of fat, fat, yellow muscle and dark red ham, was carefully chewed in his mouth.

He felt the delicious taste reverberating on the tip of his tongue, and felt that all his hunger and thirst were satisfied. He couldn't help but close his eyes and taste it carefully.

Looking at the intoxicated expression of this guest, Faris also felt very satisfied, but it is a pity that the other three people are not as obsessed with tongue and mouth as this cup-looking kid. They all seem to be vigilant and eat very little. It is difficult for him to add extra ingredients to be effective.Especially that hypocritical boy with a smile on his face all the time. He only ate a small slice of ham from the time he was seated to the present, and he was drinking malt wine silently throughout the whole process, but every time he raised his glass, he only sipped lightly. One sip, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish a glass of wine until the dinner is over.

He turned his head to look at the master who was slowly tearing the bread like an old man, and he knew that the master meant to let himself speak first, to test the details of these foreigners.

So Faris raised his glass and yelled at the four visitors: "Guests, welcome to come. I didn't expect our dilapidated small hotel to attract tourists from other places. I don't know if you are here. Where did it come from?"

The only female foreigner among them smiled lightly and replied: "We are all coming from London. I heard that the owner of the Gowell Hotel is a knowledgeable historian and has a rich collection of books comparable to a small one." I wonder if we can have the pleasure of visiting the study room of the library?"

Faris sneered inwardly, as expected, he came here for the master's collection of books... But he showed regret on his face, and slowly shook his head and said, "Alas—it's a pity that you came more than ten years late. Due to the negligence of a guest, a violent fire broke out, and the master's library was also burned in the fire. The books in it were burned to ashes, and even our hotel was later rebuilt on the original site. got up."

"Oh! Has it burned down more than ten years ago?"

Melanie frowned slightly, thinking that this was inconsistent with the information mentioned by the leader. The information clearly mentioned that there was a secret document in the Cowell Hotel that recorded the secret biography of the fifth-order heart, and even hidden An ancient orthodox ritual to summon the Sea Twins.

Is the information really too old, or is the butler in front of me hiding something?
Although she had some doubts in her heart, she still showed an irrelevant expression and said, "That's okay, the main purpose of our trip is still to visit the seaside scenery."

"Hahaha, that's good. By the way, guests, how many days do you plan to stay?"

On the surface, Faris was just tactfully reminding the four of them that they should pay for room and food expenses, but in reality, he wanted to know the length of stay of the other party, and also asked himself to adjust the amount of special condiments to ensure that they would not be paid in advance. The explosion made the young master discover the tragic situation of these four strangers.

Melanie pondered for a moment, but the toes hidden in her boots were already tapping the ground, sending out a hidden rhythm, conveying a message of inquiry.

"The steward said that the library had been burned and all the books were reduced to ashes, but I think this may not be true. We'd better stay a few more days and observe the situation carefully. If there are really no secret documents, Then we have at least searched with all our heart, so that we will not disappoint the trust of the leader—what do you think?"

Lido chewed the tenderloin: "I agree."

Khalsa continued to scoop up the thick milky white soup and drank it in big gulps: "I agree too! Hmm - this clam chowder tastes really good. It just gets better and better the more you drink it. Why do you all eat so little?" Eat more, we usually stay underground and don’t have many opportunities to come out and taste such delicious food!”

Watson took another sip of the wine, but in fact the clear liquid only moistened his lips slightly: "I agree, but I think this situation should be reported to the church first, at least let them see to our efforts."

Melanie: "Well, I will contact the Order later."

After she finished sending this message, she started to tap on her toes, raised her head as if she had just considered the result, "Let's pay for five days' room and board first, if we leave early at that time If so, the fee does not need to be refunded.”

As Melanie said so, she took out a dozen or so large-denomination British pound coins from her pocket, "Do you think this amount is enough to pay the room fee for four of us for five days?"

Originally, Sebastian was cutting the tenderloin for his grandfather with bad teeth. After hearing what the female guest said, he hurriedly shouted: "How can this be done?! You have to pay as much as you want, wait for the guest When you leave, we will definitely refund all the extra room fees!"

Faris, on the other hand, pretended to be a greedy philistine, immediately accepted the money, and nodded his thanks frequently.

The first dinner at the Cowell Hotel ended in this way, and Sebastian led the four of them to their respective rooms after the meal.

And Melanie instructed again through walking words: "After three o'clock in the night, gather behind the hotel. I think this cliff seems very suspicious."

(End of this chapter)