Alomitsu - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Studio City (3)

Respectfully, respectful as a guest.

The sloppy, undisciplined blue figures bowed their heads neatly to me and the red-robed giant. They gave us the middle of the road, smooth and unimpeded, as if we were returning heroes. Such silence  made me feel no welcome atmosphere whatsoever, it was more like we were going to the underworld.

The only difference was that these blue figures occasionally made a quivering sound in silence.

I briefly thought it was because of my hearing problems, so I patted my cheeks to make myself awake. The touch between my hands and cheeks made a crisp sound, and it seemed that my hearing did not have any problem.

The faces of the blue figures were the same as those of the living. They had their own faces, both ugly and beautiful, but they were all smiling.

Including the shadow of an old man sitting in the corner with limbs as thick as a bamboo stick. His stacks of forehead lines appeared horrifying because of his smile, and the light and shadow portrayed the human body to the extreme.

It was extremely apt to describe them as products with extraordinary craftsmanship. I didn’t think any painter or sculptor could completely reshape the look and posture of these blue figures.

They seemed to be alive. They cried, laughed, and got angry.

I was behind the tall red-robed old man, like a child following an adult, jogging all the way. His step was several steps of mine, as his foot span was just too big.

I deliberately kept a certain distance from the old man in red so that I could avoid and escape from any situation if I was suddenly in danger. Along the way, I kept looking around, hoping to see Rui. However except for the blue figures, there were silhouettes, but no other colors.

After about half an hour, the old man in the red robe took me to a magnificent tall building.

Amazing! This was like the temple of the ancient Roman Pope’s sanctuary. The rotating pillars with exquisite patterns were divided into twelve and stood on the left and right sides. In the middle of the temple was a huge throne exuding ancient majesty. The throne had two little men kneeling and holding a cylindrical scroll engraved on it, as well as a tall tree with a knot carved in the center of the hall floor.

The pale starlight shone through this magnificent and majestic blue light on the steps at the entrance of the hall. I counted internally, and found out that there were thirty steps in total, which meant that I couldn’t fly or jump onto the hall.

The red-robed old man didn’t care if the blue steps could be stepped on. He lifted his feet, and stunned me in place. His feet were like plump grapes, piled together to form balls. His feet, if they could even be called that, were very ‘unique’.

He stepped on the blue stone steps in front of my eyes, and the blue stone steps really supported his huge body.

The old man in the red robe turned around and hooked his arms around me. His arms were greenish, like undried green grass. If you looked closely, his arms looked like vines linked together.

He was letting me go up! I looked down at the light and shadow steps under my feet and tried to lift my feet to step on them, just like a toddler.

Real, too real. I actually stood on them. It was no longer possible to use any knowledge I had previously learned to describe this situation.

The old man in the red robe still turned and walked upwards without saying a word. I didn’t know what he wanted to do, but judging from the current situation, I had no other way out besides following him.

When the red-robed old man and I walked onto this insecure light and shadow building, I lowered my head and looked at the sandy beach under my feet through the blue floor. I was now standing five meters above the ground.

The red-robed old man didn’t pay attention to me at all. He walked straight to the throne, his body perfectly matched with the throne and then he looked at me.

“Dear ancient man, you have summoned me here. Do you want to express something to me.” I made elegant gentleman movements, speaking every language I had learned, but the other party did not respond to me. When my eyes showed doubts, the old man placed the oil lamp shining with blue light in his hand under his feet, and he slightly bent over and motioned to let me approach the oil lamp.

I hesitated for a moment, I was afraid that he would grab me and throw me into this blue oil lamp. I walked over cautiously, but kept a safe distance. After all, I wanted to leave myself a way out.

The old man in the red robe stretched out his hands tremblingly, sliding his palms up and down on the left and right of the blue oil lamp. He was just like a fortune teller touching a crystal ball.

The blue flame astonishingly appeared to be following the movements of the old man in the red robe. Is this what he wanted to show me?

My eyes turned to the magical picture in the flames. Two knights on horses were running through the crowd, seemingly protecting someone.

I squinted my eyes to make myself look more closely. Between the two knights was an old man in a robe, holding a stick inlaid with a crystal ball. Not far behind them, there were hundreds of hunters.

This scene was extremely short, and immediately switched to another scene.

The blood spat out by the old man stained his long beard. He was put on the gallows by someone, and a vertical bonfire with burning flames was inserted in the front and back of him.

Groups of bare-chested men holding ancient stone age spears, each of them engraved with the same pattern, and the damn abominable mouse pattern.

A sturdy man walked onto the gallows holding a long whip, and he whipped it toward the old man’s back without hesitation. The old man screamed in pain, but I couldn’t hear any sound. The group of people surrounding the old man in the picture raised their arms and roared excitedly.

The primitive and crazy pictures made my heart tremble. If the pictures were real, they should be from an ancient era, even relative to my current time.

Several people carried the huge bull skull to the front of the gallows. They beat the bull skull with the sticks in their hands and performed crazy dances. There was really no sense of beauty at all, they only revealed their barbarism to the fullest.

The next moment, a mouse crawled out of the gallows at the feet of the old man. In less than a few seconds, the mice that flowed out were like piles of caviar. The group of barbarians were also present at this moment, however they dispersed quickly, leaving only the old man left in place, his whole body covered with rats.

The old man roared angrily. Before he was finished however, the mice went into his open mouth one after another.

The picture disappeared, and I looked at the three-meter-tall old man sitting on the throne with a cold face. I hope he was not the old man from the picture.

A hoarse and old voice came from the throat of the old man in the red robe. His language was not a language I didn’t know, but the ancient Roman language.

“You brought the head and crown of the conquered king to my step.”

“You insulted my queen, you threatened my subjects with slavery and death.

“Foreigners, I did consider it, maybe you should die too.”

Chiji~jiji~

The red-robed old man’s words just fell, and his throat made this strange sound.

The red-robed old man looked at me with the outline of his invisible face. His “chicking” sound made my head think quickly about what kind of animal sound was made. In less than a second, my brain figured it out, as this was exactly how I’d imagine the scream of a mouse would sound.

Boom boom~ boom boom~ boom boom~

At this moment, I heard the sound of someone beating a cow bone.

Grunge~

The red-robed old man’s robe fell and revealed the silhouette of a mouse, as his body squirmed and made a “crack” sound.

I knew at this moment that I should run for my life, purely because of my instinct.

Right now!

Immediately!

Don’t hesitate!

Get away!