Chapter 136: Damn it
A tranquil night.
Modo Harbor appeared very calm, with only the occasional sounds of patrolling guards and a bit of noise coming from the tavern. The New Year was approaching, and despite the terrifying disaster that had occurred the day before, many people still lingered in the tavern. As they would say, after such a shocking event, one definitely needed a drink to calm the nerves.
Rayson was dragged to the tavern by his companions.
At that moment, a massive tornado suddenly appeared, and he was very close to his companions. The terrifying winds almost swept them away; if he hadn’t held onto a wooden post tightly, and if Soren hadn’t just then put an end to the tornado, they likely would have been dead by now.
Rayson’s alcohol tolerance was not good.
So after a few drinks, he quietly slipped outside to get some fresh air, suddenly feeling the need to urinate, he avoided the guards and walked toward the edge of the dock.
Modo City did not allow public urination, and if caught, one could be flogged.
However, sailors like them naturally had ways to take shortcuts, running to the edge of the pier to urinate directly into the sea, even if the guards saw it, they would have no way to catch them red-handed.
Everything should have been fine.
But just as Rayson finished urinating and was about to pull up his pants to return, he suddenly felt a cold breeze pass by, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
“Forget it.”
For some reason, he felt a bit anxious, even believing that something was watching him from behind. Perhaps to bolster his courage, he slightly lifted his stature and muttered to himself, “Better get back to drinking.”
At that moment.
A cold hand suddenly touched his back, followed by a chilling voice asking, “Do you have any wine?”
“I want a drink.”
What the heck!
It turned out there was really someone behind him!
Which bastard came to scare him? Although Rayson wasn’t a powerful professionist, he had at least trained a bit. Hearing someone speak behind him, he immediately felt braver and turned around, saying, “You bastard! Trying to scare me to death!”
“You!…”
“Holy shit!… There’s a ghost!!!…”
Splash.
Rayson lost his balance and fell directly into the sea; the cold water immediately sobered him up, but he was still very scared, trembling and shouting, “Help!… There’s a ghost!… I really saw an undead!…”
“Someone come quick!…”
“There’s a haunting here!…”
In Rayson’s line of sight stood a middle-aged man with an extremely pale face, his figure floating in mid-air. His lower body was a mass of blurry gas, while the upper half still resembled a human. His expression seemed somewhat dazed, as if he had also been startled. But just then, a sound of footsteps approached. The patrol team members quickly arrived, and the torches they carried seemed to disturb the ghost before it vanished without a trace in an instant.
Rayson was quickly pulled out of the water.
Due to the strong smell of alcohol on him, the patrol team initially thought he was just a drunkard spouting nonsense, so after giving him a scolding, they let him go.
Everything seemed to be fine.
However, the next day around midnight, members of the patrol team suddenly heard someone shouting, “There’s a ghost!”
This time the patrol team finally took it seriously.
They quickly reported the matter to the temple and the city hall, and soon a priest arrived to investigate. Unfortunately, after spending some time, the priests still found nothing.
On the third day.
The authorities began to take action ahead of time. A few skilled wanderers were lurking nearby, and as midnight approached, they finally saw some vague, pale ghostly figures.
And there was more than one!
They really saw ghosts!
Since the establishment of Modo City, there had never been a haunting. Death was not a strange occurrence; Modo had seen many battles where thousands died on the battlefield, so why had it suddenly started to haunt this time?
………………
No matter how many strange things happened, life must go on.
Perhaps because the Saint’s Cataclysm was drawing near, bizarre events were becoming more frequent, even the nerves of ordinary civilians were becoming less frayed, and their capacity to accept things had strengthened.
Modo Harbor was haunted.
This news quickly spread throughout the dock.
But the spread of the news didn’t cause any issues; everyone continued their business as usual. One couldn’t just stop everything because of a haunting, right?
They could only make do for now!
The arrival of the New Year was ultimately unstoppable. Three days before the New Year, Modo received its second snowfall of the day, and the haunting seemed to have been resolved by the temple; at least for now, no one had encountered a ghost again. The temple would hold a grand ceremony for the New Year, and there would be a large celebration. The entire Modo City was busy, with civilians eagerly anticipating that day.
However.
On the very day the New Year arrived, Soren received an important message.
The Goddess had finally appeared!
This goddess had descended to the mortal realm for some time now, and she was known to the world as the “Mysterious Lady.” If she truly wanted to hide, it would be extremely difficult to find her.
Counting on his fingers, this goddess had been in the mortal realm for almost three months.
If things progressed normally without any incidents, the Goddess of Magic should have regained some of her divine power. After all, her divine profession was quite powerful, and with the help of the magic network, her rate of power recovery would certainly be faster than that of other deities. The timing of this goddess’s appearance was quite special, coincidentally right before the New Year. So after receiving the news, Soren couldn’t care less about the New Year celebrations, grabbed the things he had prepared long ago, and immediately started tracking the goddess’s whereabouts.
The Goddess of Magic had manifested.
She had actually appeared in the East of the Material Plane, no wonder so many people had no information about her; she had ventured into the Eastern Kingdom, a place filled with chaotic magical areas and dead magic zones. This was perhaps the “most dangerous place is the safest place”—the impact on the Goddess of Magic walking through the Eastern Kingdom would have been the greatest, but ironically, no one could guess where she had gone until two days ago when a special phenomenon close to a divine miracle suddenly revealed her traces.
The Goddess of Magic had been to the Eastern Kingdom.
It seemed she should have returned now; no one yet knew where she was, but as soon as any traces were revealed, someone would surely find a way to track her down.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
