Chapter 402 The Enemy is at Narisan
This izakaya looks like one you can see everywhere. The owner is an old man in his fifties. Due to the "permit quota" system of the East Riku Republic, his degree of cyborgization is very low. Quite low, only the eyes twinkling.
The izakaya has no guests at the moment.
Hearing Song Shi's words, he stopped fishing for edamame.
“Brother is from out of town?”
The face Song Shi pinched now was that of a young man, and he hummed: "Yes, I am living here, I guess. I have long heard of the reputation of the 'Desolate God Festival' in Nali County, and I found that the time was just right, so I stopped by Come here.”
“Oh, oh, sojourn!” The old man wiped his hands on a white towel and pushed a plate of roasted birds, with real nostalgia on his face: “It’s so good to be young! At that time, I also wanted to travel everywhere!"
"I didn't realize it in the end." Song Shi smiled and picked up a bunch.
“Well, I don’t have money. I only have a vibrant, beating heart, but what can the heart do?” The old man shook his head and sighed: “Now, I don’t even have the vitality of my heart. No more, only beating."
".Uh."
Song Shi swallowed the roasted bird and pondered for a moment: "How much is a monthly membership?"
The old man's face suddenly stiffened, and his smile barely remained: "Guest, guest, what are you talking about?"
"The main thing is that this set of talking skills sounds so familiar to me." Song Shi touched his chin: "It feels like the kind of talking skills software that analyzes conversations in real time and provides heart-to-heart strategies. You won't be from the Earthly Deed Era. Did you buy it? "
"Ouch!" The old man quickly poked his head around and scanned the area around the izakaya. After finding that there was no one else, he said with a smile on his face: "But, don't you? Mention it! Don’t mention it!”
He took a bottle of sake and a plate of grilled fish and placed them in front of the table, indicating that he would not charge.
Then, he admitted that Song Shi was right.
The words he just said came from the conversation strategy software he purchased from the giant company [Dust Contract Generation], known as the "Late Night Canteen", which is provided in real time and adopts a monthly membership system.
On the old man's face, he really sighed: "There is no way, business is not easy to do, there are so many izakayas. There are only a few brands of pre-made dishes that everyone can buy, and the taste is difficult to choose. There is no gap, I must improve my core competitiveness in other places."
As he said that, the old man said angrily: "I still take the right path. Some people add ingredients to the roasted bird. These addictive substances are really, really true!"
"Actually, it's not a big problem," Song Shi said with relief: "These people added it secretly, and everyone in the enterprise alliance is honest and honest. There are so many people, even those who are not addicted will not eat it.”
The old man choked for a moment, and after a few seconds, he said dryly: "Brother, I have been to a lot of places."
"If you came here specifically for the Aragami Festival." The old man thought about it for a long time and said in a persuasive tone: "Brother, if you ask me, just look at it from a distance and don't squeeze into the crowd."
"Do you mind telling me the reason?" Song Shi stroked the small cup of sake and raised it to the old man.
The old man hesitated.
“The Aragami Festival is held once a month and continues month after month, but only the Aragami Festival held in July each year is qualified to be called the ‘Great Aragami Festival’.” The old man said: “Well, the Arakami Festival The festival is held once a year, and people come and go, and things like trampling often happen. You, a foreigner, are not familiar with Lianggang City, so it is a blessing to be so close.”
Song Shi heard the insincerity behind the words.
His perception is so keen, even if it is not a [consensus], it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to deceive him.
"Actually, I knew a little bit about it before I came here."
Song Shi did not ask, but took the initiative to change the topic: "I heard that the Arakami Festival is to worship the myth of Nari. Among them, there is a god named 'Desolate God', who is responsible for the disasters in the world, so he must worship him frequently in order to gain peace."
"Oh, yes, that's true." The old man agreed. Nod.
"However, although the Aragami Matsuri has a long history, it has always been a small local festival. Until fifty years ago, the Kamima clan made great efforts to formalize and expand the Aragami Matsuri in the name of 'reviving the ceremony'. Only then did he gradually gain his current reputation." Song Shi paused and suddenly changed the topic.
“I also heard that in every Aragami festival, thirty pairs of virgin boys and girls under the age of ten are sacrificed and sent to Nali Mountain?”
The old man who was still nodding his expression suddenly froze.
His face became extremely ugly, as pale as falling into an ice cave, but the face covered with sparse white hair held up a bit of ruthlessness.
"It's not open! It's not open!" The old man waved his white turban and said loudly as if to disperse: "It's closed! It's closed! Guests, please leave!"
Song Shi put down the untouched bag. Sake, turned around and opened the curtain to leave.
The movements were so neat that even the old man was stunned for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he found two silver coupons under the wine glass.
The old man stood blankly for a long time, then reluctantly said: "What an old-school style."
His prosthetic eyes flashed, he found a picture of a Buddha statue and bowed, then he picked up the alcohol, sprayed the silver coupon, and carefully put it into his pocket.
Bad luck is bad luck. But as a member of the eighth class with the lowest status under the household registration system of the Eastern Land Republic, you really can't care about this. You can make a little bit.
Half an hour later, in a private room of a restaurant called "Shirasakale".
Chu Tonglu pushed open the door and found that he was the last to arrive.
“You came so late?” Song Shi raised an iron stick and shook it: “Seeing things and thinking about people, are the old scenes cute?”
"Not so sentimental."
Chu Tongluo sat down, unceremoniously reached into the oil pan with his bare hands, grabbed a handful of fried food and put it in his mouth.
"I haven't returned to Lianggang for many years." Chu Tonglu said casually: "Aren't my parents gone? This time I killed He Wen, avenged the past, and just came back. I By the way, I'll put some incense sticks on them."
"It would have been better to put He Wen's head in front of the grave." Chu Tonglu shook his head and sighed: "But the situation in the Knowledge Council was urgent. I can only burn it into ashes and replace it. I hope my parents in heaven won’t blame me.”
“Why put the head on it?” Lapis asked cautiously.
Chu Tonglu looked strange: "Isn't that what they do?"
Ai Lu opened his eyes and spoke concisely: "Eastern Continent inheritance."
Song Shi made the final conclusion: "Excellent Customs."
Lapis was silent for a few seconds, and then decided to remain silent.
“——Everyone, I have decided.”
At this moment, Song Shi knocked on the table.
"Have you read the news? Three days later, on July 1st, there will be an annual Nari event, the 'Great Wild God Festival'."
The young man looked around the crowd and said calmly .
“——On that day, let’s kill Mount Nali.”
(End of this chapter)