Ocean
Sister.
When I heard it, I was forced to be terrified. Whatever it is, it has been confirmed that the nuns serving the goddess of the sea are now operating in secret somewhere in this pier city.
I don't know what kind of evil these cheeks are encouraging for, but this was clearly a pagan thing.
I have to do all the work.
And fuck. Which nun in the world teaches you to dump the garbage like a dick? So all the scum dumpers around here serve the Goddess of the Sea? Of course, they may have been contagious.
"Sisters, it's beautiful."
"Yes... so much..."
When he spoke moderately, he replied as if he was drunk.
"Still, I'm very sorry. I can't believe it's happening like that."
Are nuns using beauty?
This reminds me of the pagan preacher.
"My nun taught me not to let garbage into the sea. Well, everyone who speaks will have different educational content. I can't help it."
"Oh, no. I listened to him, and I thought it was true..."
"Right?"
This vicious-looking bald man seemed to have fallen very seriously into the faith of the sea. How widespread is this religion among sailors?
But this son of a bitch is really easy to handle, cheeky.
It was like being a voice phisher or a fraud.
In fact, in modern Korea, there are a lot of people who suffer from voice phishing, fraud and cyberbullying. This son of a bitch must be a similar case.
I can't be my opponent after all this pregnancy. I am an experienced Abu Dhabi face-to-face with all kinds of senior people.
"It was because of that teaching that I came to your house because of the garbage. Now, you know what? I think it's a little uncomfortable in your mind, but since you've been paid for your treatment, feel free, my friend."
"Hey, I already solved it. Don't worry. Hehe..."
He just seemed to feel good.
I'm smiling while wiping my flowing nose.
"Yeah, well, anyway. I'd like to attend the rally. Can you give me a location and a time?"
"The gathering place...?"
At this moment, there seemed to be suspicion on his face.
This is the most important place.
"I have to get my opinion right about not throwing the garbage away. You don't have to let me know if you're having trouble letting me know. You're telling everyone to do that instead?"
I was lucky enough to say no, but in reality, I did a lot of favors. Where the hell is this motherfucker gonna tell everybody that?
"Oh, I tell everyone..."
He ponders for a moment and nods.
"You don't have to. I'll let you know."
"Thank you. I'll tell you this right."
"Yes."
That worked.
I keep making faces. In addition to such verbal skills, it is also very important to create expression management and atmosphere when persuading others.
"I mean, where is the rally place... in the basement of Waxler's tavern, it's open every weekend night."
"Waxler's tavern?"
Let's remember the name.
"Yes, it's close to the pier, and it opens in two days, so I'm coming with you."
He seems to be completely out of bounds now.
"Well, let's do it."
"But I need a statue to enter..."
"Of course. I'm in the house, too."
"Then you'll be fine."
It's okay, motherfucker.
I don't have a goddess.
I memorized what happened anyway, but should I make it myself?
"..."
Or... take this son of a bitch? Stun him now, then kidnap him, put him in jail, and attend the rally like it's okay. The sailors are congregates anyway, so I don't think I'll look at the attendance book very closely.
"But if you take me, do you have anything to gain?"
"Profit? Especially that..."
"Or write a name on the attendance register."
"Nothing like that."
Hmm.. Let's keep an eye on the trend for now.
You can go to the rally in two days and then kidnap this bastard and put him in jail and decide whether or not to take a nap.
"Oh, but. I don't know if this is gonna be okay with our goddess. I don't think I can get in because the area is different."
"I think I can do that. But if you come with me, it won't be a problem. If you have an original companion, you'll be able to enter without any problems... and then you'll have to buy a statue."
"All right, I'll trust you. You said two days later, right? I'll come this way. But I might not be able to make it, so if I don't make it, go first."
He nods.
So I got the gathering place and the suspicious information and went outside. After coming out, I took some time to spin around the hydrogen gate and find a place called Waxsler's tavern.
"..."
The tavern was literally near the pier. It is quite remote. You'll be here in two days and two nights.
Let's go back.
*
After returning, I roughly organized and documented the incident and asked the officer to send the letter to the nearest Bronze Society Church.
It's very easy to give me some money.
However, there are not many churches in the southern region, so it will take some time. Well... it doesn't matter. It's not gonna be over in a minute.
After that, I returned to the listing by that date.
"Cat, it's really... it's a good thing you came to play. Cat's working too hard."
"I can't help it because of the pagans, this."
As soon as I returned to the accommodation, I washed and laid in bed. Claudie touched my face like that and said she was worried.
But what am I gonna do?
"Nigga. I think I'm really coming here to eat seafood. Look at these fat breasts."
Winia, who crawled on the bed, thrust her chest into my face.
"I want to feed more seafood because I heard about it."
"Do you want my tits to get bigger?"
"Yep."
"Fucking pervert, really."
At that moment, Ari looked down at his chest and began to touch it. Yeah, grow it hard.
Anyway, I told him everything about this as I lay down.
About the sea faith and Jorge.
"Then you'll be there in two days?"
"Uh, when you get there, you're gonna get a little stranded."
"Well, it's my husband's job, so I think he'll be good at it... if he needs help, let me know."
I intend to.
"Cat, can I come with you? If the devil is involved, I can figure it out."
"For now... no. I'm going to go and scout this out on my own. Do it the next time I say it."
"Yes! I'll be waiting!"
For now, it starts with reconnaissance.
"So what are you going to do for two days?"
"You should rest here."
"Thank goodness."
Until the day of the rally, there is nothing to do but simply make mermaid statues. I think I'll make it in an hour anyway.
"Oh, right. Leeds, what about that?"
"Yes, I've arranged a negotiation date with the lord. Leave that to me."
"Good."
You can leave this to me.
Then let's rest until the rally day.
*
Dinner in two days.
I came back to the pier city.
Jorge, I'm not going with that son of a bitch.
We'd better just go our separate ways. It's getting dark anyway, and everyone's dressed up. Can I just flip over the hat on my cape... Am I too tall? But this should be enough. Let's go.
I headed straight for Waxler's tavern.
- Woong Sung Woong.
The slit-head part of the burnout.
Nearest tavern on the pier.
It was such a place, but it was fascinating. People are gathering around a lighted tavern. It's like moths on a lantern. Or like those who want warmth.
I studied the situation with moderate stirring around.
There are more people than I thought. I heard that this faith is widespread among sailors, and it seems to be real. Are these bastards here to attend the rally? Is there room to accommodate? I think I'm gonna have to go in tight.
When the sun sank beneath the sea.
People who were spreading irregularly began to line up in search of order. At the end of it was a door that went down to the basement. I let it melt in there moderately.
"..."
The rope was quite clumsy.
The sailors have been making a bit of money lately. I haven't been to a rally in a long time. Speaking of such stories, he said loudly. It was a normal attitude that they did not even know that they were involved in a pagan affair.
I just kept my mouth shut and eavesdropped on the sailors' conversation.
"By the way... Ah, I've been waiting."
"Khhhh, that's it."
"I live all day thinking about it."
The sailors seemed to be expecting quite a rally. What excites the sailors who look like these murderers? I put myself in the line with that question.
How long has it been since I touched the stairs that go down to the basement? When the hell are you gonna do that? As I thought about it, I was slowly descending, and soon I reached the ground floor.
"Welcome."
"Long time no see."
"Well done."
As soon as I went down, I heard women's voices... no, fuck. I panicked a little. Seeing as it is, she kisses her face while embracing the sailors who enter by clean women who don't fit into the pier city at all.
The kissed sailors were very fond of it and went inside.
What the hell is this?
I questioned, but I took out the statue I made myself and put it in my hand. All the other sailors were doing the same. It looks like you need to have this statue one by one.
"Welcome."
Soon it was my turn.
These women at the entrance... must be nuns. There were three of them, and the outfit was quite impressive. Wear only bikini clothing and wear a shiny cardigan.
Strangely enough, he was wearing a crown of coral on his head.
"..."
I kept my mouth shut and allowed her to hold me and kiss my face for a moment. I don't want to be a jerk, but I had no choice but to enter.
By the way.
- Tspot!
I caught something magical happening near the moment. I ignore it, pretend I didn't notice it, and walk inside like the previous sailors did.
Is... is there something magical about those nuns pretending to kiss? Unfortunately, I didn't know what I was using. Anyway, the nun went to cling to the other sailors.
- Woong Sung Woong.
Inside it was as dense as a bean sprout. About a hundred sailors were already in the basement. Only the stage out front is empty.
There's not going to be a meeting with Jorge since there's so many people.
Anyway, I waited for the rally to begin.
I waited like that, and as I waited, I saw a sign that the women were beginning to appear on the stage.
"Oh, ooh!!"
"Ohhhhhhh!!"
"Goddess!!"
The sailors who confirmed it waved their arms as they shouted.
The smiling nuns covered their breasts and bowed their backs and raised their hands to silence the congregation.
That was the start of the rally.
"When we went out into the distant seas. We're always worried. What if I meet a windmill? What if I have a problem with my stomach? What if I go around with a plague..."
As the nun's voice rang, the sailors raised their hands and lowered their heads in a tranquil atmosphere, as if the disturbance had just been a lie.
I followed it, too.
"Now, let's pray. Let us pray to our Mother. I ask you to protect my safety at sea, to look out for mercy, to lead our souls to that warm and tranquil place..."
Hm.
"Shamaeleena, the goddess, will carry us forever. So let's protect that vast, beautiful ocean. If you defend the sea, the sea will also reward them. Let's protect the ocean. Now, follow me."
The sailors regained control of the signal.
"Let's protect the ocean."
Once the rally began, as always, it was normal. Ordinarily pray for safety at sea and lead the story to defend it.
I think it could just be a little bit of a sailor thing.
"Well, let's call the last name again today. A palace that will delight the goddess's ears."
The rally continued, and now it seemed like it was time to call the Holy Family. When I sing, I have another talent. Let's see what you got.
A nun gathers her hands, closes her eyes, raises her head and opens her mouth.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yes?
"Murya."
What came out of his mouth was not a lyrics made in a human language. It was like a whale that was cursed in the depths of the deep and sank and cried out. Is this because you don't have a musical instrument, so you're doing it with your own mouth?
That's when I thought.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just as something was emerging under the deep sea... the sailors opened their mouths in unison and began to make that sound.
The gloomy, unpaired castle of the sea...
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