Cheng Yu merely glanced at the few of them. It was not arrogance; he could even control these little fellows' next movements through the script. What threat could they possibly pose?
But Ten Thousand Mouths had actually arrived in East District Three ahead of schedule. Since Cheng Yu did not know exactly what relationship existed between Ten Thousand Mouths Morse and Thousand-Eyed Dermot, he had no desire to get involved with Morse right now.
That was what Cheng Yu thought, but the other party clearly did not share his view. The speech soon ended, and Cheng Yu distinctly felt the Many-Mouthed Monster "staring" at him.
A dense mass of mouths sprouted beneath that fleshy, egg-shaped body, extending tongues covered in white fascia that writhed beneath it. The creature actually began moving, apparently straight toward Cheng Yu and Miss Puppet.
It slithered along like a giant slug, leaving a trail of slime behind Morse. Cheng Yu finally understood what work those Players were doing here.
The little fellows deftly picked up their mops and buckets and swiftly cleaned away the trail of slime Morse had left behind.
The sight made Cheng Yu want to laugh, but as Morse approached, he relied on his exceptionally refined manners to suppress the urge.
Morse soon reached Cheng Yu. Looking at the monster blocking his view, Cheng Yu could not help reflecting that, in this damned Lovecraftian society, no sanity-draining monstrosity was truly surprising.
An enormous pair of human lips suddenly appeared on Morse's body, and Morse spoke.
"You carry Thousand Eyes' scent, and a very strong one at that. Has Thousand Eyes taken an interest in this district too?"
The voice was rich and resonant, but Cheng Yu was not surprised. Without nerves of steel in this Lovecraftian society, he would probably spend every