piratefiction Chapter 72 Flying Curly Hair
Chapter 72 Flying Curly Hair
The human face smiled at the goblin, its eyes forming crescent moons.
Geb silently put the mask back and then closed the bag.
Take a deep breath...
Is this... wrong way of opening it... or am I seeing things?
Gebu rubbed his eyes and opened the bag again. The mask was still there; he hadn't put it away properly in his haste, so half of his face was showing—the man's mouth was grinning, revealing half of his tiny white teeth.
Geb Bread, expressionless, grabbed his curly hair and opened the window.
"Hey, Geb, I admire you..."
"Bye-Bye."
Bang!
Gebu kicked the man's head away.
The curly-haired head traced a curve in the air, bang, bang, bang... and rolled down the hillside.
Gebu clapped his hands, closed the window, covered it with a cloth, and then sat down on the bed.
I remained calm...
Gebu was sweating profusely!
What happened?!
This face looks familiar... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...
The...strange, elf-like uncle in the market?!
No, no, no, I must be out of my mind...
Geb stood up, opened the bucket lid, and dipped his head into the water to calm down.
Two minutes later, unable to hold his breath any longer, Gebu finally emerged, feeling much cooler in his head.
"Hey, I didn't see anything. Nothing happened."
The goblin strolled around the house with his hands behind his back, seemingly unconcerned. "Oh, right, time for egg tarts."
Gebu walked to the table, picked up a warm egg tart, blew on it, and was about to put it in his mouth...
The egg tart let out a groan.
"Ah, eat me—swallow me whole, Daddy."
A remarkably realistic human mouth has sprouted from the egg tart, with plump, moist lips and a tongue licking it, making a soft, smacking sound.
"Magnubier is my dad!" Geb threw the egg tarts on the ground and stomped on them hard!
The egg tarts were stomped to pieces, and Gebu was panting heavily—there was something terrifying in his peripheral vision.
I don't dare turn my head... No...
On that plate of egg tarts, some had eyes, some had eyebrows, and some had ears—forming a bizarre human face.
Every facial feature was twitching, but it had no mouth, so the face couldn't speak; it just winked and made faces at the goblins.
Geb had lost all appetite and picked up the Book of Sand...
"……goodbye."
He turned and ran!
Gebu burst through the door and was about to step out when he tripped over something and fell forward.
"Oh dear!"
The goblin wizard rolled on the ground with the book in his arms, landing hard on his bottom.
Gebu grimaced and rubbed his backside. Who was so inconsiderate! Putting one at the door...
What is this thing?
A huge hermit crab stood in front of Gebu, its pincers raised. On the back of the crab was a curly-haired head—the hermit crab used its pincers to straighten the head, turning it 180 degrees to reveal the sunglasses-wearing elf's smug smile.
"Gebu! We meet again..."
"Ignis!"
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The afro-haired elf, his face charred black, stood with eight crab legs on the table, staring at the goblin.
"Gebu..."
"...Shut up first, let me calm down."
"Do you need me to explain again? I'd be happy to."
"...No need, I understand, but I just can't accept it."
Gebu rubbed his forehead and said, his head was buzzing.
Seeing that the goblin didn't respond, the crab wandered around the table listlessly. When it saw the egg tart, it used its pincers to pry a piece off the tart and put it into the human head's mouth.
"Think about it slowly... (chewing) I must say, you goblin cooks pretty well. (chewing)"
The goblin rubbed his temples, feeling his veins throbbing.
"...So, you said you're a priest... a pastor."
"(Chewing) That's right."
"You serve the god of chaos and change... what was his name again?"
"【The Traveler】, my god's name is 【The Traveler】—or rather, it's one of his countless code names (chews). You can also call him: the pioneer of chaos and change, the god of a thousand faces, the benefactor, the deceiver—(chews—swallows) So delicious. He bestows crowns, and he can also turn crowns into chamber pots…"
Geb raised a finger, interrupting Uncle Crab's speech.
"Hold on, you're calling me 'Traveler,' right?"
"Yes. (Picks up another egg tart and continues chewing.)"
Gebu took out the Book of Sand and flipped through it haphazardly.
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[Traveler]
God of Chaos and Change.
One of the six evil gods of darkness.
Change arises from chaos, and new life is created from change.
A mysterious being, an incarnation, a god of deception and trickery, wandering the human world in countless different faces, creating chaos, inventing inventions, and bringing knowledge. Legend has it that he is an impulsive and unpredictable deity.
His followers were once spread throughout the entire Golden Continent, but after the war of destruction 1,200 years ago, like other "pagan" gods, he disappeared from most of the continent.
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The Six Dark Gods—that name alone sounds suspicious. Would legitimate gods call themselves evil gods?
Even Magnubie, that shameless magnus, didn't call himself an evil god!
Followers of evil gods...
"Uh...this is a cult?! You creepy old man!"
"If you say it that way, you're being narrow-minded, my dear Gebu. Let me tell you a story... I'll tell you a tale—"
"No, wait, am I supposed to sign some kind of contract? I'm not interested, goodbye."
Gebu stepped forward and reached out to grab the crab.
The crab turned sideways, raised its claws, held half an egg tart, and slid sideways to the edge of the table with its four legs, then jumped onto the window with a thud.
"Don't rush, Gebu. If you want to hear my side of the story, I promise you, this whole thing will only benefit you, not harm you—when have I ever cheated you? You seemed to be having a lot of fun using that dimensional bag, didn't you?"
chew.
Upon hearing this, Gebu was stunned.
Yeah, the dimensional bag was stolen from the weirdo... Thinking back, this guy actually gave the bag to me; he planned everything.
However, I really enjoy using this bag... and I don't plan to return it.
Geb looked at the bag, then at the crabs.
Seeing that the goblin didn't protest, the creepy uncle smiled, adjusted his sunglasses with his crab claw, and continued:
"You see, the traveler never signs any contracts with mortals—those kinds of rules and regulations mean nothing to the god of chaos. He simply gives without asking for anything in return. He helps mortals to be reborn, to destroy the existing order, and then to be reborn from the ruins. That destruction itself is what He desires."
Well, a god who doesn't follow the rules and doesn't ask for anything in return, how wonderful... I can't trust him even more! Gebu thought to himself.
"I admire you, Geb... Hey, you've heard that a million times, but it's true. Your thinking, your way of doing things, is very much in line with the Traveler's Believers. Create chaos, seek change—and then profit from it. It was true in the Wanderer's Market, it was true in the basement of the Seven Seas Apothecary, and it was true in the goblin camp in the Kingdom Forest."
"How do you know about what happened at the Pharmacy and the camp?"
Gebu interrupted the strange uncle, who remained noncommittal, only pointing to the dimensional bag on the ground.
Geb quickly kicked the dimensional bag a little further away—there's a GPS here, isn't there! Mission Impossible!
"...Every place you go leaves behind a perfect chaos, and you are the only one who walks away unscathed—it's simply wonderful."
"What a load of rubbish!" Geb retorted. "Perfect chaos? It's more like leaving behind a pile of shit."
"You're right! You're the most brilliant troublemaker! (chewing)"
"Enough! Stop with the flattery," Gebu said impatiently. "You went to all this trouble to scheme against me, so tell me, what do you want?"
"As I said, the traveler never asks for anything... He only gives and encourages."
Upon hearing this, the crab tucked its claws behind its back and turned to look out the window.
"Come here, Geb, tell me, what do you see?"