My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu.

Chapter 10 The weird black goat
Crown continued deeper along the hillside, preparing to practice shooting and dig up some herbs.

As his herbalism abilities improved, he naturally came to know that some herbs that had mutated and were considered unfit for medicine actually had unusual value.

There were overgrown weeds ahead, and the mules could no longer move forward.

He tied his mount to a white birch tree as thick as a bowl, threw the empty medicine box nearby, and wandered around by himself with his bag on his back.

"Cuckoo", a big gray turtle dove sang a happy song and flew over the branches.

Crown turned his head and drew his gun, all in one movement.

"boom!"

When he turned around and saw Ikaruga, the arm holding the gun was already straightened.

Don't open your mouth, it would be wrong to open your mouth!Are you dead if you scream for joy? !
Crown happily put the turtle dove into the bag he had prepared and continued walking forward.

He used the wooden stick in his hand to open up the grass, and a black sage appeared inside.

There is no black sage originally. It is said that it is a variant that only appeared after the change in heaven and earth.

The deep black is so rich, and there is a faint halo flowing on it.

Some say it is a deadly poison contaminated by the breath of evil spirits.

Taking out the medicine shovel, Kroun carefully dug out all the herbs and put them solemnly into a small wooden box.

Among the new knowledge brought to him by his increased proficiency in herbal medicine, black sage is more than ten times more powerful than ordinary ones. In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is poison.

With black sage, he was able to create a stronger poultice for bruises.

Although it is on the outskirts of the mountain range, Crown has gained a lot.

His backpack containing herbs was soon half full of gorse, buckgrass, and groundroot, and he also hunted two pheasants and a hare.

The sun is setting in the west, with a red halo surrounding it.

Based on experience, Crown judged that it was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

He began to realize that in this day and age, camping in the wild in the middle of the night is very dangerous.

Wandering evil spirits or monsters will happily accept these delicious meals.

Back near the mount's position, the mule had eaten all the young grass around the birch trees.

Crown put down the bag of prey and herbs, found some larger rocks, and prepared to practice shooting.

He didn't find much game, and shot only a few shots.

Raising his hand to throw the stone away, he held the gun with one hand and quickly took aim.

'bang, bang'

He fired twice before hitting the target.

After thinking for a moment, Crown continued shooting.

Threads of realization filled his mind. When all the bullets he brought in his backpack were used up, the chance of hitting the fast-flying stone with his first shot had risen to about 80%.

A golden wall appears in front of you.

[Shooting: 1026/5000; Level [-]] (You can always hit fixed targets at medium and short distances, and you also have a high hit rate against moving targets)
At the current rate of progress, his shooting skills will be promoted in four or five days.

Crown nodded with satisfaction and took out six bullets from the pouch on his belt.

This is specially sewn on the predecessor to keep bullets in your revolver at all times.

After quickly loading, Crown picked up the items, mounted the mule, and started to return.

When he turned a corner and walked out of the forest to the northeast corner of Mr. Lockent's livestock farm, he involuntarily stopped.

This corner is covered with a thick net and is where the owner raises chickens.

There are also several ferocious lion-head geese and several goats in the chicken farm.

Crown opened his eyes wide and looked at what was happening inside.

A black goat with long hair stood upright on its hind limbs and bent its forelimbs like a kangaroo, walking towards a small wooden house with an open door.Behind the goat, three chickens lined up and followed lazily.

The animals entered the house, and Crown pulled the mule back into the forest, then tied the mount to a tree.

He walked to a secluded spot and observed the hut.

It didn't take long, about ten minutes.

The goat came out of the hut and got down on all fours.

Its mouth is chewing, and the chicken's claws are still exposed.

Temptation, chicken eating.This goat has become a sperm!

Crown came to the conclusion that he no longer looked over there and retreated to his mount.

The sun began to set, and Croun got back on his mount, walked out of the forest, and flew towards the town.

When passing by the chicken farm, he glanced at the goat eating chicken and found that the black goat had a handful of grass in its mouth and tilted its head to look at him.

The goat's rectangular pupils revealed a human light.

Suppressing the faint feeling of hairiness in his heart, Crown drove his mule past as if nothing had happened.

. . . .

At noon on the second day, church.

Crown informed the priest about the strange phenomena he saw at the Lockent livestock farm.

Nick half-squinted his eyes and nodded slightly: "It must be possessed by evil spirits."

"What kind of existence are evil spirits? Can they still possess animals?"

"You can understand that this is a kind of spiritual creature of evil spirits. Ordinary people cannot see the form without special means. Only by becoming a mystic can you observe it with your own eyes. Some evil spirits feed on human emotions. Some evil spirits feed on the abundant energy and blood of animals, and the evil spirits that possess animals belong to the latter category."

The priest stood up and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Are you interested in seeing how to eliminate evil spirits?"

"Of course there is!"

Crown didn't get what he wanted. He felt that after he revealed that he wanted to be trained in the church, the priest was much kinder to him and even invited him to observe.

Nick quickly changed his clothes, which shocked Kroun.

He was wearing a silver half-armor, holding an iron buckler in his left hand that could cover most of his body, and holding a flail in his right hand.

Looking at the spiked iron ball the size of a casserole, the corners of Crown's eyes twitched.

The priest is thin, but the weapons in his hands are very heavy.

Crown once thought about being a deadbeat and not paying back his debts, but fortunately there was no conflict.

"Do we need to notify the patrol team?"

"No, these people are of no use against evil spirits."

The two took out two strong horses from the church stables and galloped towards the eastern suburbs of the town.

. . . .

In Lockent's livestock farm, Lockent looked very surprised when he saw Nick and two people in military uniforms visiting.

He glanced at Croun suspiciously and said in confusion: "Father, what happened?"

"Come on!"

The priest turned to give instructions, and then said to Lockent: "Take us to the chicken farm."

Crown smiled at his big customer: "Sir, I discovered the identity of the chicken thief in your chicken farm yesterday."

Lockent was even more confused.

When a chicken thief was discovered, shouldn't he be told about the victim directly? Why was the church priest first notified?

(End of this chapter)