At the same time, Gobelin did not know when he got up from his seat and walked to the middle of the restaurant.
People looked at him, and all the noise stopped for a moment.
"I'm sorry that I asked you to leave the room at three o'clock in the morning and sit here with me for more than four hours. Let me tell you some good news. The security check last night was completed and there were no problems..."
People looked at each other at a loss. Most of the people present did not quite understand what this meant. Everyone could only perceive some comfort from Gobelin's tone and attitude.
"...However, the danger is not over," Gobelin said, raising the file bag in his hand, "As you can see, this is the "Shengming Cruise Guide".
After saying that, Gobelin glanced in the direction of Hesta.
"Don't worry, everyone, I am going to hand over this "Guide" today, because from the moment the "security inspection" ends, my "term" ends."
Everyone was startled.
People were wondering about the meaning of the phrase "term of office", and Gobelin casually placed the file bag on the small round table beside him.
"And I, as the previous "arbiter", will directly withdraw from all subsequent "games" - in other words, starting from today, I personally will no longer receive any invitations and do not have to follow any rules. The "chelate" - let's call it "chelate" for now - on the boat will no longer see me as "prey."
"In other words, personally, I'm safe."
A thorn monk stood up and spoke with strong hatred: "Gobelin——"
"Be patient and let me finish my sentence." Gobelin put on his glasses again. The purple color at the corners of his mouth and cheekbones was still vivid - they were the marks left by Bree's fists and kicks, which made his face Always looking a little embarrassed.
Gobelin reached out and pressed the file bag beside him, "Let me tell you first what happened in the past few days - in fact, these are very simple to say. Everyone has seen it. There are new things appearing on this ship every day. The dead, the circumstances of their deaths... were all very tragic, but their deaths were inevitable - because they failed to pass the "trial" they triggered themselves.
"Let me give you an example. The day before yesterday, Gustav received an invitation letter - the same invitation letter, Ashley, Gruening, Dietrich have all received it, and each letter mentioned An unknown night banquet, the recipient can choose to attend or postpone it.
"If you choose to postpone, you need to find an additional "guarantor" to guarantee you. But what is not mentioned in the invitation letter is that there is actually and only an "adjudicator" on the entire ship who can bear the responsibility of the "guarantor" I - that is, the person who held the "Guide" on the ship at that time.
"Once you accidentally choose someone else to be your guarantee, not only will you be unable to save yourself, but you will also implicate the other party. This is the reason why Mr. Bree was frequently killed."
There was a slight gasp in the hall, and people were feeling a sense of fear.
"I find that many people are worried that this death toll will continue - in fact it will not," Gobelin looked at the devotees of Roboglier. "These invitations to death are coming from the thorn monks walking in with their luggage. It started that night at Bishop's Restaurant. In other words, as long as the next "arbiter" is responsible enough, it will stop after all the Thorn Monks have accepted the invitation to the night banquet."
"...What do you mean?" Someone raised his hand in confusion, "What does it mean that the adjudicator is responsible enough?"
"For example, forcing all of you to change rooms, such as calling everyone here at three o'clock in the morning... It can be said that all my instructions have a reason," Gobelin said softly, "They are all what I should do as the "arbiter" Every word of the duties performed is clearly written in this "Guide"... But unfortunately, I cannot reveal too much. I can only say that once the "Guide" is violated, the consequences will be very serious."
"Then what if the 'arbiter' is not responsible enough?" Another person asked tremblingly, "Then we...all of us have to die for this person's mistake?"
"No," Gobelin replied expressionlessly, "if the "adjudicator" is not responsible enough, then the "adjudicator" himself will be the first to face violent death."
The passengers in the restaurant fell into silence again, and people
Looking at Gobelin, it took him a while to understand the meaning of his words, and his eyes couldn't help but change.
"I have said here last time that I got the "Guide" by accident," Gobelin said softly. "At that time, like everyone here, I knew nothing about what was going to happen next. Frankly speaking, , on the "execution" level, I don't trust anyone here except myself, so I originally planned to keep this "Guide" until I can no longer perform the duties of a guardian, but... just like me As I started to mention to you, I was kicked out of the game."
Not far away, Gustav stood up slowly, "Kicked out of the game...why? You have always been very conscientious -"
"Because this is also part of the rules." Gobelin's eyes fell back on the "Guide" again, "And, one of us will become the new "arbiter" today, and I will also use this book Give him the Guide."
People began to discuss, and hazy voices evaporated in the room like mist. Everyone's voices were enveloped in the fuzzy noise, filled with surprise and uneasiness.
"Gobelin!" Rene's voice from behind penetrated half of the restaurant, "Let me ask you, will all the "adjudicators" be able to exit safely in the end?"
"Yes," Gobelin replied, "as long as he survives until the end of his term."
The discussion in the hall suddenly rose.
Rene's eyes widened: "Then who will be the next "arbiter"?"
"There are two ways," Gobelin took out a red pen from his pocket. "First, as the previous "adjudicator", I can choose one person to appoint directly among the passengers holding the ship card. I only need to Put this pen in this person's hands and everything is settled;
"The second option is that I withdraw silently. All passengers with ship cards can run freely. In the end, the person with the most votes will take the "recording pen" and become the next "arbiter."
After saying that, Gobelin quietly placed the red pen on top of the brown paper portfolio - he didn't explain anything, but the direction was clear enough.
Immediately afterwards, Gobelin withdrew his hand, returned to his original seat without saying a word, and sat down quietly.
People held their breath.
Hesta, who was not far away, finally understood - it turned out that this was a good show.
