I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 174 Growing Mushrooms
In the early morning of the next day, the quaint bell rang six times and then rang again.

Even though Sebastian didn't return to the room until nearly five o'clock in the morning, but at this moment he still woke up on time from the bed, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face.

The young man has been extremely energetic since he was a child. Even if he had been engaged in heavy physical work such as fishing in the sea, logging in the forest, and building a house the day before, as long as he went back to sleep for a while, he could recover all the consumed energy and continue to work with vitality. Welcome the next day with a full attitude.

At this time, the sky has not yet fully brightened, the sky is dark, the earth is dark, and even the sea is dark, as if God created the world, only leaving two colors of gray and black for this time period, Everything you look at is the color of death.

But what surprised the young man was that when he finished washing and was about to go down the mountain, he met Mr. John who turned back. He was only wearing thin close-fitting clothes, and his hair was wet with morning dew or sweat.

The face of the mysterious guest did not show any signs of fatigue from staying up all night, and he nodded slightly to say hello to him when he passed by—if Sebastian hadn’t had the idea that he should go to the cliff ledge for no reason last night, it would have been difficult to discover this. A seemingly mild-mannered gentleman would actually go out in the middle of the night to carry out incomprehensible weird activities,
But Sebastian still pretended not to know what happened last night and responded with a warm smile: "Good morning, Mr. John! Did you just come back from your morning run?"

After receiving confirmation from the other party, the boy continued to be concerned: "I didn't expect you to wake up so early... Could it be that you were not used to sleeping in the bed last night, so you woke up so early?"

"It's because I slept so comfortably that I recovered very well, so I was able to wake up energetically in the morning." Watson shook his head with a smile, and then asked: "What about you, Sebastian? Are you planning to do morning exercises so early?"

"No, I just plan to go back to the town and help everyone with some work. The neighbors in the neighborhood usually take care of our house and often provide us with fresh vegetables, fruits and meat for free. I will also do some work for them. Make up for everyone's kindness."

After hearing this, Mr. John was overjoyed, "That's just right! Why don't I go with you, Sebastian! The purpose of my trip is to study the folk customs of different places in various counties. I am worried that I don't know how to communicate with you. Residents of the town communicate."

"They seem to dislike foreigners like us, but if they go with you, Sebastian, everyone will look at your face and answer my questions a little bit."

"Don't worry, I won't ask questions in vain, and I will also help with some work. If you need any help, you can tell me."

The young man showed a hesitant expression, but he was actually thinking in his heart—is this Mr. John really studying folklore?Is he trying to get something from the town, or is he looking for something?

However, if I lead Mr. John to the town, then he will always be in my field of vision—and I can also observe his questioning closely, so as to infer the identity of these four mysterious and strange guests. The real reason!
So Sebastian thought for a moment, and readily agreed.

A bright and sunny smile unique to youth bloomed on his face.

Mr. John also showed a smile that became more and more hypocritical the more he looked at it.

………………

Sebastian has a clear mission today. The day before yesterday, Grandpa Lisson, who lived alone in the town, mentioned to him that there seemed to be a tiny crack in the roof of his house.

Although it was not a big problem when the young man went to check it, according to the season in his memory, a storm would blow in a few days later, so he had better build the roof of Grandpa Lisson in advance to prevent The storm came one day, and the rainwater dripped into the room along the crack.

But before that, he needs to go to the carpenter's house in the town to borrow some materials and tools from him.

When the young man brought Mr. John to the town, the dawn had slowly risen from the sky, and the dawn spread coldly from the mountains in the far east.

The orange-yellow brilliance like a new flame is like a cavalry army charging wantonly towards the town, dyeing the gray, cold and dilapidated town of Ilkesmouth with that fiery and icy color.

And the uncle carpenter has already opened the courtyard door. The courtyard of his house is full of various wood materials, or the original tree body, or refined and cut into slats, or just roughly peeled bark, Moreover, there are also some semi-finished wooden furniture, such as square cabinets, round stools and coffins.

The carpenter uncle was wielding his ax seriously, chopping down on the semi-cylindrical wood again and again. The five-foot-diameter oak-white wood had already allowed him to carve deep and long depressions. It looked like he was making a prototype of a ship.

"Uncle Nack!" The boy came outside the railing of the rough mine wall and shouted loudly into the yard.

Nack was immersed in the pleasure of chopping things with his axe, and he only felt that his troubles and depression seemed to vent out with each blow of the axe.

The moment the sharp ax blade, which has been carefully polished every morning, is inserted into the wood, he will also feel unusually comfortable... It's just that the texture of this wood is too monotonous. Just as soft and elastic-hard and elastic with multi-layered texture, wouldn't it be more fun to chop! ! !

"Uncle Nack! Uncle Nack!!!"

Sebastian couldn't even yell three times to wake up Uncle Nack, who was immersed in carpentry work. He also knew that the other party was the kind of serious character who was extremely focused once he started working, and couldn't distract himself from other things.

So the boy crossed the open railing door, walked into the courtyard, and shouted into the ear of Uncle Nake who was engrossed: "Uncle Nake, please excuse me!!!"

The carpenter, who was obsessed with chopping, raised his head when he heard the sound.

"It's you, little Sebastian, why do you come to Uncle Nack so free today? Do you want to help me build this longship together? It's true, this is your order, of course you will think It has to be done quickly.”

As he spoke, Nak stopped and took out another ax with a slightly blunt edge from the tool pile, "Come on, if the two of us work together, it is estimated that the long ship can safely launch into the sea the day after tomorrow -"

The muscular middle-aged man with a beard finally noticed the man who followed little Sebastian into his courtyard. He could hardly control the look of disgust on his face - Fuck you. This damn foreigner!How dare you step into my yard!If little Sebastian wasn't still here now, and I couldn't disobey Mr. Michaelis's instructions, I would fucking kill you on the spot! ! !
Sebastian did not notice the flash of hatred and disgust on the face of the always loyal and honest Uncle Nack, but waved his hand to deny it: "No, no, no, Uncle Nack, you misunderstood, I came here actually I want to borrow some boards and tools, but Grandpa Leeson’s roof has cracked again, so I’ll go and repair it for him.”

Nack took a deep breath, turned his head and focused on little Sebastian, as if this could alleviate the hot anger that was spontaneously aroused in the face of foreigners, he said with a friendly smile as if he were treating his own nephew : "Oh, so that's the case, then you can take whatever you need."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to compete with the half-finished longship. He had subconsciously substituted the wood for the foreigner in front of him. Every swing of the ax was extremely powerful, and even his facial muscles became a little ferocious. The collision between the blade and the log spattered tiny wood chips.

Sebastian bowed slightly and said, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Nack!" After the young man picked out the right tool, he thought it might be better to build Grandpa Lisson's roof more firmly now. Some, to avoid future troubles... So he selected a large pile of suitable wood, but his hands could not carry so much wood at the same time.

He thought of what Mr. John said just now that he would help him with his work, so he turned back and asked unceremoniously: "Mr. John, can I trouble you to pick up these wooden boards, we will go to the other side of the town later to help a person who lives alone Old men build roofs."

Unexpectedly, Mr. John really agreed without hesitation, and immediately squatted down and picked up all the wood he had just picked out, stuffing his arms so full that he couldn't free his hands.

"Mr. John, you don't need to pick them all up, you can leave some for me to pick up."

"It's okay, let's go, Sebastian, just lead the way."

"Okay, then you can just follow me."

Since the other party was so persistent, Sebastian couldn't continue to dissuade him. He also picked up the tools in his arms and walked towards the door.

Watson followed slowly.

When they were about to leave the carpenter's courtyard on foot, Nak, who was chopping wood frantically, suddenly stopped what he was doing. His anger and resentment did not vent because of the ax just now, but instead The depressing silent silence brewed even more intensely.

At this moment, he felt that his heart was beating so hard, his blood seemed to be ignited by this fierce heartbeat, even his blood vessels were filled with monstrous anger, and his muscles were full of anger and hatred.

He looked at the undefended back of the outsider, and memories of his childhood came to his mind. He still clearly remembered the tragic appearance of Ilksmouth Town that night that year.

Although it was the darkest night when even the moonlight was hidden behind the dark clouds, it was as if the goddess Artemis had abandoned them that night... But the town burst out with a dazzling light like daytime, like a giant beast roaring madly The sound of explosions continued to resound through the sky, and the neighbors fell one after another. Sister Jenny, who was good at making apple pie, wailed and dragged half of her body on the ground. Uncle John, who would give him candy every time he passed by, was swarthy. Tears of blood flowed from the eyes, and Patricia's sister, whom I had a crush on, was left with buttocks and legs hanging from the branches of the tree... But I would never mistake those red slender leather boots, even if they were covered with dried The dark red blood! ! !
All this left an indelible shadow in the heart of the still young Nack. At this moment, he was listening to little Sebastian calling Mr. John, which further stimulated him to recall the painful and profound memories. The right ear, which was deaf because of that year, also began to ache again, as if his heart was also colic!

Knuckle stared at the hideous figure, unable to control the rage in his heart any longer, he pulled out his axe, and murmured to himself in an indistinct and faint mosquito bite voice: "Sister Jenny, Uncle John, Patrie Sister Xiya...I'm here to avenge you."

"You damn outsider, what are you, you dare to use Uncle John's name!"

"Go to hell!"

Nak roared cruel words in his heart, but his red eyes were already moist.

He raised the ax in his hand high, and the sharp ax blade, which was enough to cut through a thigh-thick tree trunk with one blow, reflected the rising sun at this moment, as if it was flowing with blazing light.

He slammed the ax down on the back of the damned stranger's head.

He wanted to split the stranger's head, split the other's head to pieces, and let the other's brains smear the ground, just like the incomplete face of Patricia's sister that he finally found! ! !
The cold light attached to the sun's rays suddenly swung down, but stopped abruptly halfway.

A strong hand grasped the handle of the ax firmly, and no matter how hard Nak gritted his teeth, he could not shake it.

The big hand still has long nails that have not been trimmed for a long time like a sissy, but the tip of the seemingly thin nails is shining with a sharp and cold light like a sword, just lightly cut on the wooden handle of the axe, the tough wood The handle was actually broken into two pieces, but the cuts were criss-crossed!

Knuckle's red eyes widened—it's another sorcery!You foreigners are all in the same group! ! !

Even if the handle of the ax was broken, Nak was not discouraged. He immediately let go of the broken wooden handle. Before the ax fell to the ground, he had already drawn out the tool hammer at his waist with quick eyes and hands, and was about to raise it high and smash it down again.

The nail that had just been easily cut off the wooden handle suddenly broke by itself. With a snap of the finger of that hand, the crescent-shaped nail that fell off by itself flew out with a whoosh, and was crashing into the mouth of the furious Nak.

The nails were so sharp that they even cut his mouth before falling into his throat, and even cut shallow and thin wounds all the way, so they didn't stay in the esophagus at all, and slid directly into the stomach.

Goo——His throat was suddenly choked with blood. The wound in his throat should have been harmless, and he didn't even feel a sharp pain. The reason couldn't hinder his movement.

But when Nak raised the hammer high, there was a strange rattling sound like the chirping of insects suddenly sounded in his head, and the sharp and low-pitched strange sound buzzed and echoed in his mind.

His consciousness and his train of thought collapsed, and he felt that his spirit seemed to be in a trance... What was I planning to do just now?What am I doing with this combination of a cylindrical iron block and a slender wooden stick?

He stared dreamily at the sharp flat piece of metal that fell to the ground, and then looked up at the two strange departing figures. The figure that looked like it was still in the growth stage of life turned back and faced Ask yourself, Uncle Donak, are you okay?

He just shook his head in confusion, wondering who is Nack?What are these two thin and slender creatures? !
Eh? !Why can I hear their language? What language is it? Does it sound familiar? !
Oops, I feel dizzy. Forget it, I’m too lazy to think about it. Why not go back to the nest and take a nap to rest. I feel itchy in my stomach. Are mushrooms about to grow?
No!

When I wake up later, I have to see what color mushrooms are growing inside, whether they are big or not, whether they are beautiful or not... Hehe, if they are beautiful, I will keep the mushrooms and raise them. They will definitely grow next year. Other more beautiful mushrooms! ! !
Nak smiled idiotically, turned around and walked into the room, still snickering in his heart:
"Hey, I'm going to grow mushrooms! I'm going to grow mushrooms!"

"So I'm a mushroom?"

"Hey, I'm Mum Mushroom! I'm going to give birth to a lot of baby mushrooms!!!"

　A moth can throw away unnecessary things, but does reason also belong to unnecessary things?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)