"The next move is the merchant's daughter and the noble girl, because they are not gifted, nor are they sailors who have seen all kinds of cruel scenes, so their spirits are greatly stimulated. In this battle, any value rolled will be increased by 10 .”
Mr. Corpse preempted Jenkins and Mr. Hood and said that Jenkins was too lazy to count the characters controlled by him and Mr. Hood, and how much value has been increased now.
He glanced at the two sides still confronting each other on the tabletop scene, and said:
"The aristocratic girl was frightened, so she retreated and hid behind the writer William."
"And so is the merchant's daughter."
Mr. Hood understood Jenkins' intentions and followed up.
"No problem, but since this is the case, there is no need to roll the dice. Note that because of this dodge action, your character cannot take any action including healing friends before being actively attacked."
Mr. Corpse nodded and said, then looked at Hathaway:
"now you."
"I want to know, who decides the actions of the evil spirit?"
"I."
Mr. Corpse answered simply.
"Then if I respond first, will you target me?"
Hathaway spotted a blind spot.
"But the character you control reacts first, which means he shoots first, not after being attacked. This is in the rule book, and you probably don't see it."
He said so, and then motioned for Hathaway to touch the dice.
Hathaway's eyes were fixed on the small piece of metal in her hand, and it took a long time before she said:
"Jenkins Williams is ready to fight, he uses..."
At this moment, the players at the table became nervous. Judging from the current situation, this combat power is the most important.
"He uses a special ability [prayer]."
Hathaway said this, except for Jenkins, the other three expressed doubts, because prayer itself has no lethality.
But Hathaway, who has read all the ability descriptions, has already made a decision and cast [33] points, while Jenkins' prayer has [72] points.
Mr. Corpse took the two dice on the table and announced:
"Evil spirits use [Fear Aura]."
The statues confronting each other on the table immediately started to move. The sailor knelt down on one knee and prayed. The viscount held up his skirt and sprinkled something shiny like salt grains at the evil spirit at the stairs ahead. The two young men The girl backed away in a panic, while the writer walked forward while waving his right hand while holding a cane.
A miserable green light appeared beside the evil spirit, and it also moved towards the crowd. Ignoring the sailors who prayed in place, then dodged the viscount's exorcism, and finally ran into Jenkins head-on.
A faint golden light flashed past, and the evil spirit disappeared in place. The woodcarvers flocked to Jenkins, as if celebrating.
"How is this going?"
Mr. Hood asked in surprise.
"I don't know, the ability description only says that Jan... Williamette's prayers have special powers."
Hathaway shook her head slightly, then looked at Mr. Corpse suddenly:
"Perhaps you can explain."
"I don't know the characters you manipulate. It looks like your friend has a lot of secrets."
Hearing this, Jenkins was overjoyed, knowing that it was impossible to write all the secrets of his past densely on that metal sheet.
"Although they encountered evil spirits, the group did not suffer too much loss because there were users of supernatural power in the team. They followed the stairs and found the place where the evil spirits appeared in the broom room on the second floor, and found there There is the remains of a woman. So what are you going to do now?"
Mr. Corpse asked, and at the same time the wood carvings all moved to the second floor. The writer and the sailor blocked the door of the broom room, and the three ladies behind looked at the dilapidated corridor with great interest.
"Examine the bones."
Mr. White Cat said.
"The sailor's special experience in the past allowed him to master the method of examining the corpse, but you still have to roll the dice... Okay, luck is pretty good, the sailor concluded through observation that this woman died 13 years ago, but because the body was severely damaged , unable to find out the specific cause of death. But the sailor concluded that the black bones were definitely not formed naturally."
"The writer uses [occultism]."
Hathaway went on to say, I don't know what is the basis for the judgment, but Jenkins's [Mystery] is as high as 92 points.
"The writer examined the remains from an occult point of view and judged that the skeleton contained a very powerful curse. Since you killed the evil spirit, the curse is now about to escape from the remains, and you must make a choice: what Don’t do it, wait for the curse to return to the hospital and infect five adventurers; use the fire in the lamp that you carry to burn the corpses to prevent the curse from venting on the adventurers.”
"Fortunately, the writer has superb mystic skills. If we can't test it out, we're probably in trouble."
Mr. White Cat praised.
Not surprisingly, everyone supported setting the remains on fire. Because there are flammable materials such as old bed sheets in the hospital, the lanterns used by adventurers can be used as a source of fire, so there is no need to roll dice to call for flames.
In the scene of the wooden table, the beautiful red color is quickly reflected on the wood carving of five people and one cat. The people at the table seemed to hear a howl, and then the skeleton that looked like it was made of black iron disappeared.
"The adventurers decisively burned the bones of the evil spirit and expelled this curse from the hospital. Then they..."
"Sorry, what does that mean? Evicted from the hospital?"
Jenkins, who was sitting at the table, frowned and asked, interrupting Mr. Corpse very rudely.
"You guys made a decision to immediately release the curse of burning the body, so the curse was expelled, that's it."
Mr. Corpse looked Jenkins in the eyes and replied.
"Then what does it mean to be expelled from the hospital?"
Mr. Hood also realized the problem with this sentence.
"Literally, that is..."
Mr. Corpse stood up, walked around the round table to the wall next to the fireplace, and then completely opened the curtain with only one gap.
It was only ten o'clock in the morning, but the thick black clouds made Nolan City outside the window as terrifying as night. The strong wind howled through every street, black lightning struck down from the sky, and a woman's wailing could be faintly heard from the sky.
It wasn't like this when the game just started. Outside the window at that time, it was still a peaceful and peaceful Friday morning.
The whole city seemed to have entered a peaceful sleep, and no pedestrians could be seen from the windows. The city is cursed, and the players around the round table know it.