The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 2151

Chapter 2151 – Vessel

“It’s almost ready. We’re looking for a suitable vessel, but whether we can find one among our own people is another matter,” said one of the Yellow monks.

They were currently performing a ritual around a glass basin, which was carved with various Unspeakable patterns. A drop of blood was flowing along the lines of the patterns, filling every path it traversed with its crimson liquid.

This drop of blood had been extracted from a tentacle given by a Divine Favorite. Strangely, even though it was just a small drop, it could fill all the grooves on the glass basin, and the amount of blood seemed to decrease not at all.

They were using this ritual to calculate those similar to the Divine Favorite. However, even with the company employees and the Yellow monks, there were only about eighty people here, and it was not certain if they could find a suitable individual.

But this ritual was a wide-area search, capable of scanning an entire district. As long as there was a suitable person nearby, it could pinpoint their location, and they could go and capture them. This would just mean more work, and it was a bit troublesome.

Just then, the drop of blood suddenly emitted a red light. Their spirits surged, and looking at the glass basin, they shouted, “Found it! Found it! Let’s see the location. Huh? There’s a suitable person right in this room!”

“Who is it?” Others looked intently at the blood, which pointed vaguely in a certain direction. All the people in that location looked bewildered.

In that inconspicuous corner stood the company’s lower-level employees and new hires. They generally did not have a deep belief in the King in Yellow, and many simultaneously believed in other gods. They had come to apply for positions at this company merely to earn money.

Although the true purpose of Ambrose Adventure and its archaeology investment company was to seek the heritage of Carcosa and items related to Hastur, they also had to maintain a proper facade to keep the company running. Specializing in art and ancient artifacts, they were very profitable.

The expansion of business brought a greater demand for employees to help them collect artworks from various industries and accompany the expedition teams on overseas explorations. This was to prevent them from accepting sponsorships but slacking off, or from privately embezzling important items related to the King in Yellow.

The influence of a secularized company resulted in members of mixed quality. Although the Carcosa Foundation strictly controlled things, its core members and high-level executives were certainly those who had converted to the belief of the King in Yellow and undergone baptism. However, there were many purely wage-earning individuals at the grassroots level.

Standing there now was such a group of employees who had come solely to work. They had a general understanding of the King in Yellow’s faith, but not a deep one. Watching these figures in yellow robes engage in their demons dancing wildly, they were even more confused.

One of the Yellow monks approached them, carrying the glass basin. These employees instinctively moved to the sides, but the drop of blood shifted with their evasive movements.

“There! It’s definitely here! One of you is suitable to be a vessel for a Divine Favorite!” the Yellow monk exclaimed excitedly. If they had someone suitable among themselves, they wouldn’t need to go to great lengths to find someone.

“Wait, we… we’re not…” Several employees waved their hands frantically. They had witnessed the company’s high-ranking members performing rituals, and they were truly bizarre and terrifying. If the investment company didn’t pay so well, they would have left long ago.

“Stand still! Now, part in the middle and move to both sides. Good, don’t move. You, have a few more people separate and move to both sides!” the General Manager also shouted anxiously. If they could provide a vessel for channeling spirits, he would guarantee them basic contributions as well.

Those few new employees stood there pitifully, tremblingly obeying the General Manager’s commands and separating. Those who were not suitable were immediately called to the side and told to wait. Soon, one person was selected.

It was a youth, reasonably handsome, wearing a yellow employee uniform. When he was pointed out, he was still flustered, his face a mask of disbelief.

Not only he, but even the General Manager and a group of senior company executives showed expressions of uncertainty and disbelief. Some were trying to recall who exactly this youth was.

“He seems to be, Sanchez, right? Hired as a temporary worker last month,” the General Manager recalled. The investment company didn’t have too many people, so with a bit of thought, he could remember.

“Yes, he used to be a thief from the Slums. Because he was quite quick-witted and asked for little pay, we hired him,” the head of Human Resources said.

“This must be a mistake somewhere. He hasn’t even been taught the ways of Our Lord, nor undergone baptism. How could he possibly be a suitable vessel?” the company’s Priest also exclaimed in disbelief.

Although secularized, they were, after all, an organization that believed in the King in Yellow. The company had a special Priest department responsible for supervising employees’ prayers, rituals, adherence to doctrine, and ideological guidance, somewhat akin to the roles of a party whip and political commissar.

The Yellow monks also found it somewhat unbelievable. They had fully expected that the vessel for the descent of a Divine Favorite would most likely be one of their devout followers, followed by these secular reformers from the foundation. They had not expected to choose an outsider who barely understood anything.

If it were someone completely unrelated to the Yellow Church, they could understand it; perhaps that person was indeed just right. But this person was not completely unrelated, and his past experience as a slum thief meant that a believer of the King in Yellow should be a Noble or an artist, an opera singer, not someone like this.

“There is no mistake, the ritual points to him. We’ll know once we verify it,” said the leader of the Yellow monks. He used a silver needle to pick up the drop of blood and said to the youth, “Extend your hand.”

“Wait a moment! Esteemed Masters, you may have made a mistake. I cannot possibly be suitable. What vessel, I don’t know anything about it!” the youth named Sanchez said in panic.

Although he didn’t know what a suitable vessel meant, he instinctively felt it was not a good thing, so he refused with all his might.

“Whether it’s true or not, we’ll know after a test. You, grab his hand and lift it,” the Yellow monk said, holding the blood-stained silver needle.

“Wait! No, don’t!” Sanchez shouted, held by two company employees whose hands were raised. Then, the Yellow monk rubbed the silver needle lightly on the back of his hand.

The drop of blood remained on his hand and quickly seeped into the back of it. His skin was smooth and flawless, leaving no trace of blood.

“This, this is real! He truly is suitable for a Divine Favorite!” the General Manager exclaimed with surprise, seeing this scene. He hadn’t expected their company to find a suitable vessel.

“Wait! This must be a mistake! Let go of me! I have nothing to do with your so-called Divine Favorite! Help!” Sanchez screamed as he was carried into the center of the bizarre patterns and tied there.