Late at night, Haiti, Port-au-Prince.Sporadic lights dot the Haitian capital, and because of the lack of electricity, the local people's electricity is cut off at night, and only a few special buildings, presidential palaces, wealthy areas, and areas controlled by voodoo religion will have a small amount of electricity to continue their life at night.In the dark sea, with the sudden sound of motors, a dilapidated fishing boat docked at the harbor of Port-au-Prince."
It's already in Port-au-Prince."
On board, the dark, rough-skinned Haitian boatman shouted in thick Creole to the figure at the bow of the ship."
Thank you."
Nodding at the fisherman, carrying his black satchel, the witcher landed on the dilapidated dock with a dull thud.Speaking in a heavily accented Creole to Geralt on the docks, the fisherman set up a motor to make waves, and soon disappeared into the dark sea under the gaze of the witcher.Watching the fishermen disappear from the boat, Geralt withdrew his gaze and then glanced down at the broken dock beneath his feet.Unlike Amanda and others, the legal means of entry chosen.The witcher chose a more brutal approach.Thanks to the poor local security and poor economic situation in Haiti, it has always been Haitian locals who smuggle to other countries, and there are very few people who will smuggle into Haiti, after all, under normal circumstances, smuggling is to smuggle to the country that gave it, and in a poor and backward country like Haiti, even the life of its own people is already so difficult, and anyone who smuggles here will definitely not wait for opportunities, only deeper despair.As a result, Haiti does not have a strict border management, or it should be said that Haiti's local military strength is simply not capable of managing the border.After all, they can't even manage their domestic problems, so they still have the experience to care about the surrounding situation.On the docks, the witcher glanced up at the sporadic lights in the distance.Reaching out for a cigar from his pocket and lighting it, a faint spark looming in the broken docks, and carrying the black satchel in his hand, Geralt immediately walked in the direction of the flickering lights.......
"Come, come, great empress, I pray for your gaze, great Regba Daddy, the guide perched at the crossroads, please guide our direction, guide the soul of the empress......
Haiti, somewhere in a voodoo church.Countless cloaked Voodoo rituals surrounded the flames, chanting strange incantations from their mouths.In the surrounding beating firelight, a Haitian covered in white symbols lying motionless in the center of the altar formed by the flames, his eyes closed tightly, his face stained with white paint loomed in the light of the fire, if Lin Jiu and the others in London before were here, they would find that this guy who was used as a sacrifice was the voodoo warlock Naciss, who had fought with them for the shadow corpse before.“…… Daddy Legba, I offer sacrifices and pray for your guidance......"
In the church, the priests danced strangely around the brazier, and their bodies were adorned with all kinds of ornaments, most of which were white bones.At the front of the altar, a withered Voodoo priest was sitting on the ground, his chest with a head the size of a dry fist hanging from his neck, kneeling and praying at a dead dog head in front of him.With the prayer of the high priest, the dog's head in front of him began to gradually change, a large amount of blood flowed out of the dog's eyes, these blood was extremely black, and at the same time emitted an inexplicable stench, and then the living dog's head began to become withered, as if an unknown existence was absorbing the life force on the dog's head, and in just a few seconds, the dog's head turned into gray smoke and dissipated.Witnessing the dissipation of the dog's head, the incantation of the voodoo sacrifice in the church became even more intense.The high priest raised his head, and in his cloudy vision, a black man dressed in tattered clothes and on crutches appeared in front of him, accompanied by the dissipation of the dog's head.This is Papa Legba, the Haitian Voodoo deity, the medium that connects humans to the great god of Voodoo, Loa, who is worshipped at the beginning and end of Voodoo rituals.And the dog is His symbolic animal."
Daddy Legba."
Looking at Regba's father as he saw him, the high priest pressed his head to the ground.As the high priest of Voodoo, he has great power, but all this is not worth mentioning in front of the gods.Especially for religions like Voodoo that rely on fear to rule their beliefs, the gods they believe in are not too kind beings themselves, such as the ruler of the portal, the street, and the destiny in front of him, the god of crossroads, Daddy Regaba, who teaches oracles at the crossroads, but is himself capricious and often leads people to despair."
I know your purpose."
On crutches, he walked up to the high priest.From the High Priest's point of view, all you can see is the tattered shoes that Daddy Legba's feet are wearing, and you can vaguely see the holes in the shoes.Normally, if a guy dressed like this enters the church, he will definitely incur the curse of Voodoo.However, at this moment, in the face of Regba's father, who looked like a homeless man, the high priest's face did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction."
It's not the time yet."
Father Legba's voice was hoarse and sharp, like a bayonet piercing the high priest's ear, but it seemed to whisper beside him."
The power of countless despairs and souls will be the keys to the gates of hell, and I will teach you the oracle when the time comes."
Hearing Father Legba's words, the expression on the High Priest's face changed.He pressed his head against the hard floor of the church, and plucked up the courage to ask, "So, Daddy Legba, how long do we have to wait?"
”"You'll know when the time comes."
Without answering the High Priestess's question, Daddy Legba cracked his mouth, revealing his rotten teeth.From His mouth, some of the more terrible bugs could be seen crawling in it."......"
As Daddy Regba's voice faded away, the prayers of the priests resounded in the High Priest's ears.Cautiously raised his head and looked at the god who had disappeared in front of him.The High Priest couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he looked back at the priests behind him, these Voodoo priests seemed completely unaware of what had just happened.