Chobuterrand and his party finally passed the old man's test and got into the carriage bound for Arkham Town."
Old man, if I don't find you, what about those who are going to Miskatik University?"
When Sif got into the carriage, he asked the old man who was sitting in front of the carriage and drove his horse slowly."
There are more than a dozen guides like me in the port, and they don't even have the ability to find them, so don't go to Arkham to die."
The old man held a pipe in one hand and drove his horse forward in the other.Sif patted his chest when he heard this, "That's good, I hope Professor Marjery can find their way."
Then old man, why do you keep saying that you are looking for death in Arkham Town?
”Siv couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that he had left Professor Marjery behind him because he was taking care of Jot Brown, but after hearing that he could also meet in Arkham, he figured it out."
Hehe, the folk customs are simple and Arkham, and there are many talents in Mi University."
The old man said something mysteriously and thoughtlessly, and then did not continue to answer.The scenery on the road is not as beautiful as Ouzhou, the dirt path is full of dust along the way, and it is also bumpy to sit in the carriage, so the four of them hurried up and discussed it before arriving."
Master Jobutron, why don't you just be your little follower?
Servant?
What about this identity?
”Columbia, that is, the rat, said with a smile, "so that you won't be turned away at the door." ”Chobuterron thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Originally, I was afraid that it was a little difficult to take you in when I was in good health, but now that I am in a wheelchair, it is also a good excuse to wronged you to take care of me." ”With that, Jobron rummaged through his bag for a blank piece of paper and wrote some simple terms on the paper to prove Colombia's identity."
Alright, just sign it."
Mr.
Jobram handed over the papers, and Colombia signed his name without even looking at them."
Hey, that's it.""
Aren't you afraid that this is a deed of sale?"
Sif rolled her eyes and crossed her hands over her chest."
Don't be afraid, Lord Jobron is not the kind of sinister villain."
Columbia responded with a bright smile."
By the way, when we get to Arkham, all the documents to be signed have to be carefully reviewed before they can be signed."
Professor Robb, who had been silent, suddenly reminded him."
Oh?
Why?
”Sif turned his head to look at a thoughtful Jobland."
Just thirteen years ago, a library worker accidentally spilled ink on an ancient document, and then the traces of the ink formed a handprint."
Recall the records he had seen in the archives at the time, and said slowly, "And then three days later, it became like a walking corpse, biting people on sight."
I think Professor Rob should have told us to be careful about everything we encounter in Arkham. ”Professor Robb nodded slightly, "The reason why the town of Arkham can't be found on any map is because everything in this town is too dangerous.Anything leaked could cause the collapse of modern civilization, so the danger of Arkham Town is self-evident. ”Colombia gasped, "My lord, is it too late for me to go back now?"
”Jobuterrand smiled and waved the document in his hand, "You signed it." ”Colombia, on the other hand, deliberately made a look of annoyance, causing Sif to chuckle.After a period of laughter and fighting, the carriage gradually moved away from the harbor into the more remote wilderness.It was a barren desert with cacti and thorny dead grass growing on the ground.The lizards hiding in the sand looked coldly at the passing carriages.The brown scorpion nested in the bones of thirsty animals, spreading its two large claws and arthropod-like tails in a majestic manner.The scorching sun shone brightly, and the old man endured the heat without saying a word.A vulture hovered in the air, then stopped on a cactus and watched the carriage as if waiting for a good meal.The four people in the carriage had stopped fighting, and they couldn't help but take out some documents to fan the wind, but the wind that came out of the fan was also hot air."
How long will it be before we get there?"
Columbia reclined, hiding in the shadows of the carriage, complained.It couldn't help but be him, and the four of them were already sweating profusely from the heat.Professor Rob and Jobron both wore shorts with their upper bodies straight, while Sif simply wrapped his clothes around the vital parts.Sweat was dripping, but the heat here didn't mean anything to go down.Jobuterron knocked on the carriage and asked the old man who was driving the horse, "Old man, how far are we from Arkham now?"
”"There's still half a day, just wait."
At this time, the old man was holding a piece of hay that he didn't know where it came from, and put it in his mouth and chewed it."
Is there a place for supplies nearby?
We don't have enough water with us. ”Jot Brown said with some annoyance."
I can't die without drinking water for half a day, so bear it with me.In this great desert, you tell me, where can I find supplies for you?
”The old man rolled his eyes and ignored Jobbuterrand."
Half a day."
Jobuterrand muttered to himself helplessly.When the last drop of water in the water bag has been drunk, everyone can only wait in distress for the end of the town.The dry mouth along the way makes the mood irritable and the thinking slow.Thankfully, the sun is starting to set, and the temperature in the wilderness drops.When night fell, the four of them began to feel the extreme chill.Just as Sif complains about wanting to go to the bathroom, her surroundings suddenly change.The world seemed to be cut in two, half desert and the other green meadow.After a dazzling light, half of the desert vanished on its own, leaving only the carriage alone in the middle of the wilderness path."
Here we are."
The carriage came to a slow stop, and the old man's voice was heard.On the side of the road ahead, there is a huge metal sign.It reads: Welcome to Arkham.Underneath the font is a skull painted with red paint.Compared to the insects chirping and the peace around it, this red skeleton looked like a warning that no one should enter, so abrupt and weird."
Give money, fifty pounds.The rest of you go and explore on your own, and Lao Tzu goes back to sleep. ”The old man opened the door of the carriage and said to the four of them.Jobuterron took the cash he had prepared in advance from his bag and delivered it over.The old man was about to snatch it, but Jot Brown held it tightly and said with a smile, "Old man, don't you give some advice?"
”The old man blew his beard and crossed his waist, "Cunning fellow, don't take an inch.There is no such thing as free information in this world. ”With that, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger and made a gesture that people all over the world understood in seconds."
Ten pieces of gold, one piece of information, a total of three, you can do it yourself."
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Jote Brown was not pretentious, and immediately added thirty lumps and handed it over.The old man foamed at the mouth of his hand, counted it, and put the money in his breast pocket."
First, don't mess with the things in the mines; Second, don't run to Dunwich, where the people are not hospitable, and I am a hundred times better than I am; Third, this is the teleportation node set up by Mitra, don't try to understand the principle of teleportation, and don't cross the teleportation point without a token.The last guy who studied alone managed to teleport the upper half away, but the lower body stayed where it was, and you can do it yourself.Look around you, we're already in Arkham. ”With that, the old man took out a small pendant that hung on his chest, but carefully showed only a corner of it to Jot Brown.It was a pendant engraved with the crest of Miskati University, but it didn't look like a common metal, and it had a mysterious glow on it."
Thank you for the old man's hint, how should we arrange when we need to go back to the city?"
Jot Brown asked one last question, apparently expecting the old man to leave a contact information."
Good fellow, I still want to talk nonsense."
The old man saw through Jobrentrand's careful thinking at a glance, and after helping Jobputran drop all his luggage on the ground, he turned over to the front, and said without looking back, "If you want to leave, go to the school office by yourself." ”With that, the old man drove his horse down the mountain road.After asking for this useful information, Chobuterrand began to look at his surroundings.The curvy path he was on was covered in dust and ruts, surrounded by a gravel wall surrounded by wild roses.In the forests that can be seen everywhere, the trees here grow taller than you have ever seen before.The weeds, thorns and bushes on the roadside are also quite luxuriant.From these details, you can see that there are definitely not many people living here, because this is the reason why there are so few people who take care of it.The land available for cultivation here seems to be scarce, and the relatively poor soil can only be used to grow coarse corn.Not far away, you can see a number of abandoned houses, scattered but all in the same place: old, dirty and dilapidated.When the trail reaches high, the mountains that surround the depths of the dense forest can give people a strange and uneasy feeling.The mountains are too round, too symmetrical, and give people a sense of unnaturalness that is out of harmony.Some of the hills also have strange rings of tall stone pillars that look like altars used to worship some mysterious being.As we walked along the path, there was a reassuring wooden bridge in front of me, and the ropes that had fluffed up were struggling to keep the wooden bridge intact, and the planks of the bridge were even slightly broken.Looking down from the bridge, the thin, shiny river is always reminiscent of a cruising snake.The bullfrogs in the river chirp piercingly, weaving into an endless, irritating husky melody.Countless fireflies danced to the sound of these frogs, accompanied by the screech of nightingales passing low.Every step on the bridge is a shocking adventure, and the creaking sound of the planks always makes one wonder if the planks can support their own weight.The wooden bridge also vibrates with footsteps, which also makes people think of themselves falling from the bridge into the abyss.After crossing the wooden bridge, there are steep and almost vertical slopes on both sides.The eerie hillsides look so dark and steep that all passers-by want to avoid them, but there is no way to avoid them.All the signs that should have existed on the side of the road were removed, and the iron signs fell to the ground, the paint on them had been washed away by the rain, and a few words remained in the rust.There was a faint stench of ominous and death in the wind, like the stench of mold that had grown on a corpse and had rotted for centuries."
Oh my God, should we move on?"
Columbia asked as he looked at the blackened hillsides on either side and shuddered.It felt like something scary was going to jump out on the hillside at any moment, or it might turn into a living thing and swallow itself.On the other hand, at this time, Chobuterrand and Professor Robb were relatively calm, while Sif clenched his fists, looking ready for something."
Just get used to it.Now I finally understand why outsiders hate Arkham so much.From the aesthetic point of view of ordinary people, the topography here alone looks unsettling. ”Jobuterron said softly and looked ahead.He stretched out his hand and said, "There should be someone there, let's go and have a look." ”It was a small village huddled in streams and hillsides, with holes in its folded roof, and the villagers hastily laid some hay to repair it.There is a dilapidated church in the middle of the village, the minaret of the church has collapsed in half, and a small shop selling sundries has been built in the collapsed ruins.And the reason why Jobron said that there were people was because he saw the lights coming from the shops.Outside the hamlet, there were fences that served more than a warning effect, and these fences were hastily planted into the ground with branches the size of an index finger and tied together with ropes, so that Chobuterrand even thought that a child could knock down an entire piece with a gentle push.There were a few villagers roaming the streets of the village, but they didn't look friendly to each other.It was like looking at a dead man's eyes, lonely and empty.Pushed by Sif in a wheelchair, Jobuterron ignored this and went straight to the small grocery store.In front of the small shop stands a stone monument that appears to have been picked up from the remains of a church, and in front of the stone monument hangs a wooden sign that reads "Open"."
Wait a minute, let me see."
Jobuterrand raised his hand and shouted to Sif to stop.Most of the text on the stele has faded, but there are still quite a few visible pieces of writing."
We must admit that the blasphemy that many demons use here has become a well-known thing, and it cannot be denied.Beings in the abyss will hear cursed voices from underground, those clear demon conversations, those gurgling, rolling, groaning, screaming, and growling.These sounds must come from caves that can only be found by sorcery, and lairs that can only be opened by demons.
—Abijah Hadley, Congregational priest, 1747. ”