Late at night, Haiti, Port-au-Prince.

Scattered lights dot the capital of Haiti. Due to the lack of electricity resources, local people's livelihood electricity will be disconnected at night. Only a few special buildings, the Presidential Palace, the rich areas and the areas controlled by the Voodoo Church will have a small amount of electricity to supply them to continue their night life.

In the dark sea, accompanied by the sound of motors, a dilapidated fishing boat docked at the port of Port-au-Prince.

"I've arrived in Port-au-Prince."

On the boat, the dark and rough-skinned Haitian boatman shouted at the figure on the bow of the boat in a heavy Creole.

"Thanks."

Carrying a black bag, he nodded to the fisherman, and the witch hunter jumped gently and landed on the dilapidated pier, making a dull sound of landing.

He said to Geralt on the dock in Creole with a strong accent. The fishermen started the motor and started the waves, and soon disappeared into the dark sea under the gaze of the witch hunter.

Watching the fishing boats that had disappeared, Geralt retracted his gaze and then looked down at the broken pier under his feet.

Unlike Amanda and others, the legal means of entry chosen.

The witch hunter chose a more rude way.

Thanks to the poor local public security and poor economic conditions in Haiti, Haitian locals have always been smuggled to other countries, and there are few people who will smuggle to Haiti. After all, under normal circumstances, smuggling is to smuggle to the given countries. A poor and backward country like Haiti, even the lives of its own people are already so difficult. Anyone who smuggles here will definitely not be an opportunity, only deeper despair.

This also causes Haiti to not be strict in managing borders, or it should be said that Haiti’s local military strength has no ability to manage borders at all.

After all, they can't even deal with domestic problems, so they have no experience in caring about the surrounding situation.

On the pier, the witch hunter looked up at the scattered lights in the distance.

He reached out and took out a cigar from his pocket to light it. The faint sparks appeared and faintly appeared on the broken pier. Carrying the black shoulder bag in his hand, Geralt then walked towards the direction where the lights were flashing.

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"Come on, come on, great queen, I pray here for your eyes, great dad Regba, the guide who lives at the intersection, please guide us in the direction and the soul of the queen..."

Haiti, somewhere in a voodoo church.

Countless voodoo priests in cloaks surrounded the flames, and whispered strange spells in their mouths.

Amid the rushing fires around, a Haitian man covered with white symbols lying motionlessly in the center of the altar formed by the flames. He closed his eyes tightly, and his face covered with white paints appeared faintly under the reflection of the fire. If Lin Jiu and others in London had been here before, they would have discovered that this guy who was regarded as a sacrifice was the voodoo warlock Narsis, who had fought for the shade of corpses with them before.

“…Dad Reggba, I offer sacrifices and pray for your guidance…”

In the church, the priests danced strangely around the brazier, and they hung various ornaments, most of which were bones with lush bones.

At the front of the altar, a voodoo priest who looked haggard was sitting on the ground. On his chest, a head as big as a dry fist was hanging around his neck, and he knelt and prayed to a dog with his eyes open with his eyes.

As the high priest prayed, the dog's head in front of him began to change gradually, and a large amount of blood flowed out of the dog's head's eyes. The blood was extremely dark and exuded an inexplicable stench. Then the living dog's head began to become haggard, as if an unknown existence was absorbing the vitality on the dog's head. Within a few seconds, the dog's head turned into gray smoke and dissipated.

Witnessing the scene of the dog's head dissipating, the spells of the voodoo priests in the church became even more intense.

The high priest raised his head, and as the dog's head dissipated, a black man in ragged clothes and crutches appeared in front of him.

This is Dad Regba, a god in Haitian voodoo religion, a medium connecting humans and the great god Loa of the voodoo religion. The voodoo rituals will be sacrificed to this god at the beginning and end of the voodoo ceremony.

And the dog is his symbolic animal.

"Dad Reggba."

Looking at Dad Reggba who appeared in his eyes, the high priest pressed his head tightly to the ground.

As the high priest of the voodoo religion, he has great power, but all this is not worth mentioning in front of the gods.

Especially for religions like Voodoo that rely on fear to rule their beliefs, the gods they believe in are not very kind, such as the portal, street and destiny in front of us, Dad Regba of the god at the intersection, who taught oracles to people at the intersection, but he was capricious and often led people into despair.

"I know your purpose."

With a cane, he walked to the high priest.

From the perspective of the high priest, you can only see the ragged shoes on the feet of the father Regba, and you can vaguely see the holes on the shoes.

Normally, if a guy dressed up like this enters the church, he will definitely be cursed by Voodoo.

However, facing Dad Reggba who looked like a homeless man, the high priest did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face.

“It’s not the time yet.”

Dad Reggba's voice was hoarse and sharp, as if a bayonet was penetrated through the high priest's ear, but it seemed as if he was whispering beside him.

"The power formed by countless despair and souls will become the key to opening the gates of hell, and I will teach you the oracle at that time."

Hearing Dad Reggba's words, the expression on the high priest's face changed a little.

He pressed his head tightly against the hard ground of the church, and asked, "So, Dad Regba, when do we need to wait?"

"You will know then."

Without answering the high priest's question, Dad Reggba opened his mouth and revealed his rotten teeth.

From His mouth, some more terrifying bugs could be seen crawling in it.

“…”

As the voice of Dad Regba disappeared, the prayers of the priests rang again in the ears of the priest.

He raised his head carefully and looked at the gods who had disappeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!