"According to you, all the plagues mentioned above were caused by this plague god Hastauruk?"
Sif took a bag of white sugar from the table, tore it open, and slowly added it to the coffee cup in front of her, and asked.
“That’s not entirely true. The reason why Hastauruk is so insidious is that he can only be observed under a microscope and exists only as a catalyst.
His role is to amplify the disease infinitely, so that it can have strong transmission ability and be lethal. "
After Professor Robert finished speaking, his body trembled slightly and his eyes dimmed a lot.
"Professor, is there something on your mind?"
Jobtran noticed Professor Robert's little move sharply and asked.
"The current eighteenth-century outbreak has not yet occurred. I want to stop it, but I don't know how to do it."
Professor Robert said with a wry smile.
“Legend has it that the Book of the Dead contains not only a spell to summon Hastaluk, but also a spell to send Hastaluk back. That is my real goal.
Think about it carefully, how many people will die if something like this harms the world?"
Professor Robert's words inspired awe among those who heard them, but they also served as a warning.
"Hastaluk is just an Old One who is not aggressive.
They cannot be compared to the ones we face."
After saying this, Joe Butran pointed to the floor.
Second mate Paul saw what Jobtran was doing and said with lingering fear,
“Every sailor’s nightmare.
Cthulhu, the Great Old One sleeping in the deep sea."
"An Old One of this level is daunting in terms of both size and combat power.
If we were to face such an Old One, we would probably go crazy before we even enter the battle state.
The Old Ones, no, the Outer Gods, who planned a series of unexpected events during this trip, are even more terrifying. "
Joe Butran said slowly.
"Hey, are you talking about me?"
A black man wearing a gentleman's hat, a black suit and white gloves stood behind Jobutran, showing a hearty smile and putting his hand on Jobutran's shoulder in a very friendly manner.
"Do you mind if I sit down here, Mr. Jobtran?"
The black man acted very familiar and smiling, looking naive and approachable.
After hearing this, Joe Butran's body seemed to be frozen. He was stiff and did not dare to make any big movements.
The hand holding the coffee cup was shaking unconsciously, and he didn't react at all even when the hot coffee spilled on his hand.
Two lines of sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, and his eyes, which were as big as copper bells, revealed a look of disbelief and fear.
As fear spread in my heart, a large amount of adrenaline surged, and my heart began to beat faster due to endocrine disorder.
Joe Butran could almost feel his heart about to beat out of his throat.
The black man casually pulled out a chair, called the waiter, simply ordered a glass of orange juice and a ham sandwich, and took out a few large bills from the wallet in his trouser pocket.
"I'll pay for this table, and the rest is just a tip."
The black man smiled heartily, revealing a set of white teeth.
“Except for Mr. Jobtran, this is the first time I meet everyone here.
But please don't panic, I'm still very friendly."
Sif held Jobtran's hand, and from the sweat on his palms she could tell that the situation might have become complicated.
Joe Butran, who always appears calm and composed, actually behaved like this. It was obvious that the visitor was an uninvited guest.
Paul, the second mate who had been involved in a mysterious incident, felt a pain in his temple, as if there was a percussion band beating in his head.
The sense of crisis in his heart kept reminding him that the newcomer was not a good person. Paul clenched his fists and glared at the black man who sat down opposite Joe Butran.
“Don’t be too nervous. I am probably the friendliest and easiest to talk to among the other incarnations of my true self.
Besides, if I want to kill you, why would I go through so much trouble
If you are not satisfied, you can just pull out the flintlock from your waist and shoot me in the head, but you will bear the consequences at your own risk, okay?"
The black man crossed his legs, spread his hands outward, and spoke with a harmless look.
Jobtran sighed as if he had lost all his energy.
"What on earth are you planning?"
"What do I need to plan?"
The black man tilted his head and politely took the orange juice and sandwich brought by the waiter.
He took the sandwich in his hand without using a knife and fork, took a bite, and mumbled something incoherently.
"Don't try to guess our thoughts from your human perspective. You will never be able to guess."
Professor Robert, who also understood that the current situation was not simple, asked the black man,
"Dear sir, may I ask why you appear before us?"
"Having breakfast and stopping by to say hello, is that reason enough?"
The black man finished the sandwich in his hand in two or three bites and took a sip of orange juice.
"Ah ha, fresh orange juice tastes much better than the kind that has been diluted with countless pigments and flavors."
"Is it fun to fool us? Stalking Chaos, Will of Chaos, Mr. Nyarlathotep."
Joe Butran clenched his fists and spoke in a hoarse voice.
“I think you must have made a mistake.
I am Nyarlathotep, but I am also not Nyarlathotep.
I would rather you call me Dallai.
I hope you can understand this.
Each avatar has its own mission, and I symbolize pleasure, which is why I am the easiest one to talk to.
If you were facing the black pharaoh, the symbol of majesty, you would be dead.
Do you understand
You can still sit in front of me and enjoy this delicious breakfast because you people can bring a little joy to my eternal life.
However, just because I am easy to talk to doesn’t mean I won’t get irritated.”
The black man who called himself Dallai smacked his lips and took out a box of exquisitely made cigarettes from his pocket. The cigarettes were printed with black, red and orange-yellow fonts and patterns. In the middle of the cigarette box was written "Advice to citizens: Smoking brings pain."
"Would you like one? This is a limited edition Marlboro that will only be released for three months after 120 years. It's said to have peach and melon flavors. Would you like to try it?"
Everyone shook their heads. No one dared to take the cigarettes that were said to be from the future from him. No one had even heard of this brand of cigarettes.
Who knows if it will turn into a strange tentacle monster after smoking it
"Your loss."
Dallai curled his lips and lit a cigarette.
"You know, boredom is a terrible thing."
He looked at the ceiling and said blankly.
“It’s not fun to watch a play when you know the ending.
It’s a simple truth, isn’t it
But if you change your perspective and appreciate the process of the play, you will get much more joy than just watching the ending."
Everyone listened to what Dallai said and fell into deep thought. Only Sif asked,
"Mr. Dalry, if you are a hedonist, why do you spend your time on us instead of looking for other fun things
Listen to music and see the world? "
“Simplicity is good.
Since I can produce cigarettes from more than a hundred years later, I can naturally produce cigarettes from five hundred years later, do you understand
I've done all these things, and I'm tired of them.
For me, the most interesting thing is to see how you humans who are seeking the truth struggle with your destiny.
Do you know which type of person I like best
Academic researchers, detectives, and mystics, those who like to get to the bottom of things often step into the abyss step by step in pursuit of the answers they desire. "
Dallai exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke extremely cruel words in a nonchalant tone.
Nevertheless, Jobtran caught the deep meaning in his words and looked solemnly at Nyarlathotep who was pretending to be relaxed.
"Shh! If you know something, don't say it out loud. Some things are better kept in your heart.
Ummur should have taught you, right?"
Dallai noticed the look in Joe Butran's eyes, gave him a smile, and spoke in a teasing tone.
"...Helpless?"
After hearing this, Joe Butran was stunned, and then asked.
"certainly.
Otherwise, the original body wouldn't have created an avatar like me, right?"
Dallai picked up the orange juice in front of him and drank it all.
"Okay, okay, enough chatting.
There are surprises waiting for you on that island.
Stay tuned, hahaha."
After saying that, Dallai stood up, walked out whistling without looking back, and danced lightly with his feet.
"Wait, give me a cigarette."
Jobtran stopped Dallai and made a strange request.
"Here, it's for you."
Dallai turned around and gently threw a whole box of cigarettes over. After Jobtran reached out to catch it, he took out a cigarette and silently lit it for himself.
Seeing this, Dallai smiled from the bottom of his heart.
"Interesting, interesting. See you on the island."
This time no one tried to stop Dallai, and he quickly left everyone's sight.
Sif looked worried as she looked at Jobtran who was smoking and asked with concern,
"Is this cigarette okay?"
Jobtran took a deep breath, and the spicy yet slightly fruity-sweet aroma of tobacco lingered in his lungs and mouth.
He shook his head slightly.
“It’s good smoke.
Very pure and rich.”
Professor Robert looked at Jobtran who was smoking a cigarette with deep meaning, and asked,
"What did you know?"
“Didn’t you hear that
I don’t believe you didn’t.”
Jobtran immediately asked back.
Professor Robert gave a forced smile, his face full of melancholy and distress.
"I still don't understand."
This time it was the second mate Paul's turn to look at Sif with sympathy.
"I finally understand your distress of not being able to get a word in!"
"Woo woo woo! That's right! They are so mean. It's like they are playing charades every time."
Sif acted innocent and pitiful, hoping that the two smarter insiders could reveal some information.
Jobtran and Professor Robert looked at each other. Professor Robert said nothing, stood up without even saying hello, and went to the cashier alone to buy four or five bottles of liquor. Then he returned to his room without saying a word.
He decided to make an exception today and get himself drunk with a large amount of alcohol.
Seeing Professor Robert's actions, Paul and Sif opened their mouths wide, and then turned their eyes to Jobtran who was smoking silently.
"Tell me about it?"
Sif blinked her bright big eyes and probed in a coquettish tone.
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
"I can't tell you. Taste it yourself."
"Humph! You're so stingy. What's so wrong about that?"
Sif angrily hit Jobtran with her little fist.
“When watching a play, there is more than one person watching, and the most important etiquette is that everyone should remain silent.”
Jobtran said with a vicissitudes of life.
He imitated Dallai, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
When he came to his senses, Jobtran found that he seemed to be in the universe, and the person in front of him was obviously the extremely familiar Umr.
“How does He feel?”
An ethereal voice came out from Umr's mouth. Umr, who was wearing a veil, seemed to be in a good mood today.
"He... is a contradictory mixture of saying one thing and thinking another."
Jobtran answered truthfully.
"Oh? Interesting question.
Your answer is infinitely close to His essence."
Umr floated up and came in front of Jobtran.
"Lift the veil in front of me and you will get the truth. What do you think? Lift it or not?"
Umr suddenly proposed an option to Jobtrul, and Jobtrul understood that it was a test.
Because of his curiosity, Jobtrul stretched out his hand, but because of his reason, his hand stayed in front of Umr and did not move forward.
"What? You don't dare to lift it?"
Umr questioned.
“It’s not fun to watch a play when you know the ending.”
With a serious expression, Jobutran repeated the words spoken by Dallai in front of Umr, and then he laughed.
"Hahahaha, I understand. I really understand."
Joe Butran suddenly burst into laughter and even cried.
If he wasn't floating in the universe now, Jobtran would probably be lying on the ground, laughing and pounding the floor.
"Hahaha, what a bullshit truth, hahahaha!"
Joe Butran still didn't stop his unbridled laughter; he had seen through his fate.
Seeing this, Umr also smiled.
“Those who understand the rules are truly smart people.
Go, and do not forget your mission."
After hearing this, Joe Butran stopped his arrogance.
“Umr, I want to ask you a question.
As someone who knows everything, you should be able to understand what I am going to ask, right?"
“Yeah, I know.
We are both actors and audience.
And you are just a minor role in this long drama."
"What about the Silver Spoon?"
"At best, it's just a relatively important supporting role."
"Have you given up?"
"I've never tried, so how can I give up?"
"Tsk, you coward."
"roll!"