Chapter 125: Stars in the Dark
It was finally getting dark. The gatekeeper Jonah finally adjusted the anti-magic device, putting all the indicators to the highest, and then yawned. For some reason, the number of people visiting Kenyatta in recent days had suddenly increased several folds and his workload had doubled several times. Jonah’s throat was burning with pain. His neck was stiff, and his legs were numb. As a bachelor, the iced wine in the tavern after his shift was his only support right now.
He would be liberated after sunset. Jonah coughed a few times and cleared his throat, trying to alleviate the swelling and pain that was like sand rubbing against his throat. Only two more. No, no, one was over. Then he’ll definite go to the tavern for a good drink. Maybe tonight he could be extravagant and order two more side dishes and treat himself who was too tired to stand right now.
Hell, he looked at people’s faces all day. Even if he closed his eyes, human facial features floated everywhere in the dark. Men, women, and children gradually became the same in his eyes. His life was about to be polluted by this damn job. Jonah roared angrily in his heart, trying to recall the beautiful waitress in the tavern for a few seconds, but found that her appearance that seemed to be engraved in his heart in the past had now become a blur.
He raised his eyes in frustration and looked at the gradually darkening sky.
The last person he had to deal with finally appeared in the thick night. The man had on a tan hood. He looked about 6.2 feet and with the cheap hood on, Jonah thought he was most likely one of those vulgar men. Jonah couldn’t help but groan to himself about how short he was compared to him.
The mood of the gatekeeper became worse.
He heard the unique bell of a corpse carriage. The corpse carrier couldn’t even afford a horse and instead had to use a fuller goat to pull the cart. There were about three to four corpses lying on the simple wooden car, and the materials weren’t high-end. A strong rancid smell rushed straight into his nostril and went straight to his brain.
Jonah almost cursed out in despair. The smell of corpses was not easy to dissipate and when he entered the tavern later, he would have to deal with the roaring of the owner. He resolved to give this plague god some trouble as this guy had ruined most of his last hope for the day.
“Face, identity, purpose,” the hapless gatekeeper roared with a hoarse voice.