Chapter 538

This refers to the machine that the mad poet brought to the Hokuriku city.

"I know there are some secrets you have to keep, but at least please tell me those secrets that can be told. I won't beat around the bush with you, that's the purpose of today."

Jenkins tried to be candid, but worried that his words might not be enough. In fact, using the power of the lie priesthood to directly deceive the woman in front of her and make him think that she can be completely trusted is the best way. But she is also a follower of Dolores and belongs to her own camp. Jenkins wants to give Dolores some face... But if Miss Glasses really doesn't want to say anything, then he can take any measures at his own discretion. I believe Dolores can understand some of the methods.

"Your full name, Jenkins Willamette?"

After a while of silence, the lady with glasses asked. She was actually struggling in her heart. Now that the person in front of her knows the secret she holds, it is of course impossible to leave without saying anything, and the person is also a "good friend" of the princess she is following; but that secret is of great importance, and she hopes to have a close relationship with her. Just like the ancestors, they spend their whole life preserving it and passing it on to their descendants before they grow old.

The purpose of confirming Jenkins' name here is to ask for his personal information to ensure that he is really trustworthy.

"Yes, my full name is Jenkins Redemption Willamette, you can call me whatever you want."

In formal introductions in formal situations, middle names are generally spoken.

"Redanput?"

Miss Glasses repeated this word in her mind, and she naturally knew that this word has the noun explanation of "savior, savior" in most modern languages.

"So what are your beliefs?"

"I am a believer in the Sage. Yes, that's right. I just said it. I am the Son of the Church. Oh, this can be proven..."

As he spoke, he pointed at the document paper placed aside, and the sentences the two people had just spoken appeared one after another. This is the ability of the Sage Church [Reading and Writing]. Although people other than believers can also master it, this ability is not powerful. Except for Sage believers, few people will learn it specifically.

"So what do you think of the mad poet?"

the woman asked again.

"That's a scoundrel who spreads disaster, a bastard who should be hanged... I'm sorry, I shouldn't say bad words in front of ladies."

"But you are right. The mad poet Cavendish deserves to die. After he betrayed the church, he ran around in the material world at the end of the fifteenth century. The information I have can prove that he caused at least five large-scale crimes. disaster, and countless people died because of it. You are right what you just said, the prototype of "Disaster Psalm" is the material manifestation of a unique ability he mastered, and the name of that ability is [Son of Disaster]. "

Jenkins thought, and suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he must have an intersection with this ability.

"Is this also one of the emblems of the savior? It is indeed possible. After all, it is also a unique ability."

He thought this and then asked:

"What type does this ability belong to?"

If the savior ability were to occupy all ability types, then now only purple destiny, green life, black sacred and yellow conjuration are left. The [Son of Disaster] is obviously not a green life, so as long as Miss Glasses' answer is one of the remaining three, Jenkins can determine whether it is related to the savior.

"Red martial arts, this ability draws strength from the disasters it creates to feed itself back. As the number of disasters absorbed increases, the possibility of disasters will increase wherever the holder goes."

The glasses lady said with a serious expression, while Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, because it was obvious that [Twin Demons] was the red martial artist.

"So that's why he is getting crazier and stronger, which makes sense. So these five depressions on the stone slab..."

He pointed to the slate on which he had read and written.

"This is a secret that I will never tell. Even if Her Royal Highness the Princess hates me for it, I will never tell it. My ancestors passed down the secret to me so that I can better protect it."

The glasses lady shook her head and said firmly.

Chapter 1306 Chapter 1285 The Mad Poet and Disaster (3)

"Since you don't want to say it, then there's no need to say it."

Jenkins said very kindly. Seeing that she really didn't speak, he said casually:

"I just guessed that these five depressions on the stone slab are probably related to the acquisition of abilities. But I said, I don't want to acquire this weird ability, so you don't need to tell me these things. Then let's talk about crazy The life of the poet Cavendish, I am very interested in this.”

His goal was not the ability [Son of Disaster], especially since he was sure that it was not the emblem of the savior, so he would not care about this evil ability.

The glasses lady saw that Jenkins was really not interested. She breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to talk about what she knew. As expected, she knew a lot of stories related to the mad poet's life experience, but most of what she knew happened in the Hokuriku of the fifteenth century.

She did know about the strange machine that Jenkins was concerned about, and even knew the specific process of the city's destruction, but she didn't know much about the origin of the machine:

"It was brought to the Northland by the mad poet from the Middle-earth continent at that time. I don't know its origin."

In addition to the disasters that were created, she also provided more details about the death of the mad poet. The dramatic elements are quite obvious. For example, in the final duel between the mad poet and the outsider in the village, the two fought on the top of the mountain for three days and three nights, and the outsider barely killed the mad poet after being exhausted.

But because of this, he failed to stop the catastrophic power he possessed from escaping into the village, which led to the people in the mountain village leaving their homes.

"What is the name of the outsider?"

Since there is no clue from the mad poet, maybe the "brave man" will find clues in the relics after collecting them.

"I don't know."

Miss Glasses shook her head:

"It's very strange to say that the sect was no match for Cavendish during his heyday, so they asked outsiders for help. It stands to reason that a brave man who has made such achievements should leave his name in the existing materials, but even in the core history of the sect that I have mastered, he is only called by a simple nickname. Sorry, this person did not leave a name. Apart from the nickname, there is no information about the warrior who killed the mad poet."

The lying priest did not give any hints, which means that this is the truth. But as Miss Glasses said, this person who did not leave any information is indeed very strange.

"Could this involve another secret thousands of years ago?"

Jenkins suspected, but there was no clue to support his investigation.

To this day, all the clues about the mad poet have been checked, but there is still no clue to point out where the mad poet got the strange machine from.

Miss Glasses saw Jenkins's worries, so she suggested that he go to the Sage Church to look for clues. Although she was confident that the Sage Church knew no more about the Mad Poet than she did, the Church might have other information.

"The Mad Poet spent most of his time operating in the Northland, which was beyond the reach of the Orthodox Church, until his death. Perhaps the disasters he created were recorded by the Church, and even the remains are preserved today. Since you are a scribe, I think this part of the information should be open to you."

This is a very good idea, which points out the direction for the next investigation. Today's questioning of Miss Glasses ends here. She must have a lot of things to say, but Jenkins is not in a hurry to ask her. After all, those things are about the story of the Mad Poet and the [Son of Disaster], and Jenkins' focus is not on these things.

Dolores has considered this situation. Before calling Miss Glasses to Loen, she has arranged to transfer her work to Loen so that Jenkins can ask her at any time.

Now Dolores is in need of people, and summoning the gifted people from remote areas to the capital is not a special case this time. Therefore, except for the parties involved, no one knows that there is such a purpose.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when the lady with glasses left. The ladies had already gone out to do their own things. Jenkins thought for a while, studied the slate for a while, and then stepped into the thick fog of Nolan with the cat.

When merging into the crowd in the alley near his home, Jenkins was still thinking about what he had encountered in Nolan recently when he occasionally returned to the city:

"Strange tobacco, doomsday illusions due to strange environments, alien species... It really feels like a storm is coming."

Today, I came to Nolan for three things. The first thing was to check the newspaper and confirm the address specified by Mr. White Cat in the revelation to find his cousin, and then write back to him to express that he could participate in the action against the alien species.

Considering that Hathaway would definitely remind Mr. White Cat about the fact that the ghoul had appeared, Jenkins, as Mr. Candle, did not point this out in the letter.

Then there was a further investigation of the tobacco. Through a series of calculations that Jenkins could not understand, Alexia found out the source of the damaged suitcase he brought back.

Jenkins will continue to investigate along this line. Although he cannot eliminate the influence of tobacco from the entire continent, at least he can do something for Nolan.

"The last thing is a commission..."

He will also hire a female hunter to help this time. Since the original version of "Poem of Disaster" was found in Nolan's post office, and the building damaged by the rainstorm is only twenty years old, the stone slab must have been put into the wall during this period. The Church of Sages in Loen will investigate the movement of the mad poet at the end of the fifteenth era, and Nolan's people will find the origin of the stone slab. Only by taking a two-pronged approach can the highest efficiency be guaranteed.

Although the possibility that [Son of Disaster] is the emblem of the savior is basically ruled out, he did not forget that the one who came to rob the stone slab that night was a benefactor affiliated with [Tree House].

Jenkins didn't know what the tree house wanted to do, so he was even more worried.

He saw the short message about finding his missing cousin Kate White in the newspaper very smoothly. After Jenkins wrote down the address, he went to the bar at the entrance of the black market to send the letter, and then waited for Mr. White Cat's reply.

Then he entered the black market from the entrance, found the middleman Joker, and met the Huntress. She accepted Jenkins' commission, but told him bluntly that the possibility of finding clues was very small.

"I will start the investigation from the construction contractor 20 years ago, but after all, so many years have passed, and you can't be sure of the specific date when the stone slab entered the wall. Maybe it is related to A-03-2-4667 [Evil Spirit in the Wall]. So we have to make it clear in advance that regardless of whether there is a result, I will not refund this deposit."

Chapter 1307 Chapter 1286 Luggage, Tobacco and Tower

After saying goodbye to the female hunter, he followed the sewer pipe to leave the black market and found the place where Hathaway placed the small blackboard.

The small blackboard was still there, with chalk patterns of birds, cats, pentagrams, candles and what looked like robes but were actually hoods. This meant that except for Miss Silver Flute, everyone else would participate in the game of [Stories within Stories]. Miss Silver Flute had temporarily escaped from Nolan, so it was understandable that she did not show up.

"Wish her peace."

Jenkins said in a low voice. The smell here was so strong that he had to breathe only through his mouth, so his voice was a little muffled.

After opening the small blackboard, a string of numbers was also written in chalk on the wall behind. The six numbers obtained by multiplying the odd number by three and adding two, and the even number by one were the specific month, day and time for the start of the game.

Then he rubbed the iron cover on the side of the blackboard with his fingers and felt some bulges in the lower right corner. Jenkins couldn't read the text with his fingers, so he drew some red paint out of thin air, dyed the bulge red, and printed it on the paper, and got the meeting place for this Friday.

"I happen to have time this Friday... Speaking of which, isn't this Friday the time when Miss Silver Flute said that the Fidictli Kingdom and the Cheslan Kingdom will start the war?"

When he returned to the ground from the sewer with a stinky smell, it was time for lunch. Because Alexia and Dolores would not return to the manor at noon today, Jenkins did not plan to go back.

The cat, who had been hiding in his arms and not moving all morning, was protesting now, so he found a restaurant nearby to eat, and then began to look for the origin of the box according to Alexia's divination results.

"First of all... here."

He walked to the green-shaded street in the east of Nolan, turned into the street from the intersection and came to the middle, and then walked into the alley on the side. Turning left in the alley, after seeing the rusty iron external staircase, he climbed up the stairs to the third floor, then knocked on the door, bent over and pushed the door open and walked in, and saw that this was a luggage store.

"It's hidden so deep. If it weren't for the small sign outside, I really wouldn't recognize that there is a store here... So, how did Alexia get here?"

The owner of the store is an old man who looks older than Bishop Palod. At this moment, he sat behind the counter with his head drooped, as if he was taking a nap.

Jenkins didn't disturb him immediately, but first walked around the small but extremely crowded store. Sure enough, he saw the same product as the suitcase in the corner near the door.

He touched it with his hand, and the texture of the surface was the same, which basically confirmed that it was the same box.

"Boss, how much is this?"

Jenkins turned around and asked the sleeping old man, and deliberately raised his voice to wake him up. But the old man didn't answer, and still sat there with his head drooped.

"Is the hearing of the elderly declining, or is it because they sleep too deeply?"

Jenkins shouted twice more but got no response, so he approached the counter and knocked on the table. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, so he put on gloves first, and then forcibly lifted the old man's face with his hands.

There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, and the black blood had dried up. There was no vitality in the body, and this person had died at least this morning.

"Did they dig out the eyes on purpose to prevent the ritual from going back to the last person they saw?"

Jenkins thought in surprise, then opened the shutter of the counter and walked in, trying to find the cause of death on the body.

Except for the dug out eyes, the body had no surface injuries. The clothes were neat, and there was no sign of struggle.

Jenkins thought of the characteristics of his opponent, so he reached out to open the tightly closed mouth to see the oral cavity. Unexpectedly, as soon as the mouth was opened, a thick and smelly yellow mist sprayed directly on his face.

Jenkins screamed and fell to the side, covering his face and twitching a few times before getting up:

"It stinks!"

Maybe it was a trap left by the murderer, but the toxin was of no use to Jenkins. It was just that the smell of poison mixed with the fermented food residue inside the body, the stench almost made Jenkins vomit.

But the trap was discovered, and it was basically confirmed that the murderer should also be a member of the [Scent Appreciation Committee], and they came to silence him.

After looking around, he didn't find the account book, and knew that the account book was also taken away. So he laid the body flat on the counter, lowered his head and drew the holy emblem on his chest to pray for this unfortunate poor man, then walked out of the store and hung up the [Closed] sign. He didn't leave immediately, but climbed onto the roof to observe the surrounding streets.

Seeing two uniformed patrol officers passing by nearby, he took out the pistol from his waist and fired a shot into the sky, and then slowly walked along the roof and left from the other side of the alley.

The clues of the luggage store were cut off, indicating that the organization that made strange cigarettes was quite alert. Jenkins had learned in Rune that the church had launched a joint action to thoroughly investigate the origin of these cigarettes, and newspapers had also begun to publicize the harm of these cigarettes. But there has not been much progress so far. After thinking about it, he decided to go to the cigarette manufacturing factory mentioned by Mr. Hood to take a look.

Although I don’t know the specific situation on Nolan’s side, I think the factory should have been dealt with by the church.

Sure enough, when I arrived near the mining area, I found that the atmosphere nearby was not right. Jenkins changed into the appearance of a thin man again, and then blended in with the miners who were working on their shift. While listening to people chatting nearby, I learned that a fierce gun battle broke out nearby on Thursday night, followed by a dull explosion and an unusual flash of light.

Thursday afternoon was the day when the three parties’ reporting materials were gathered at the Holy See, and Nolan acted very quickly.

After approaching the secret tobacco workshop along the gravel road specially paved for pulling wagons, I found that there were disguised church patrons patrolling nearby, so I used some tricks to enter the house that was in a mess after the battle through the skylight above. Inside the workshop.

Before the battle, production was still going on here. Although the finished products and semi-finished products were taken away by the church, the raw materials scattered on the ground were still here under the less bright sunshine.

Jenkins knelt down to study and found that he couldn't find anything. Then he opened his eyes and looked around, and found a faint spiritual light underground near the northeast corner.

"So don't put spiritual materials in the secret room, otherwise it will be like giving directions to me."

He quietly lowered his body and moved to the wall to prevent being discovered by people outside. Then he looked above the land where the aura was found, but found nothing that seemed to be a secret door.

He knew in his heart that the secret door was hidden deep, so he left the spiritual magnet in place, and then left with the cat through the skylight. Let the unicorn fly to the hill where you can see it in the distance, leave the cat and the phantom behind, use the projection to return to the workshop, detonate the twin demons above the aura, and finally use the phantom to return to Chocolate with the magnet.

The location of this hill is quite good. Standing here, you can clearly see the Gifters hiding around the workshop running towards the explosion in panic. I knew in my heart that the church would dig deep to inspect the site, and that darkroom had basically been exposed.

"Go to Loen's church later tonight and apply to contact Nolan. Then first report to Miss Bevanna about this week's life, and then ask about Nolan's current situation. I will also know what is in the dark room. ”

He was satisfied with his cautious approach and believed it was the best choice. Looking up at the sky, the sun behind the thick fog has a black halo, but it still stays above the head. It was still early, so he decided to go to Fifth Queen's Avenue to see his father from a distance, and then return to Loen.

"Chocolate, let's go."

After waving to the cat squatting at his feet, the cat immediately jumped up and was caught by Jenkins and placed on his shoulder.

He turned around and no longer looked at the mining area at his feet, but looked far away at the city located on the port plain. This is the place where he has lived since he came to this world. It is the place where those he loves live. Jenkins vowed to protect this place.

Accidents often happen unexpectedly. The mining area is in the east of the city, while Dad's Antique Shop is in the west of the city near the dock area. While walking through the city, as soon as I arrived at the city center, the surrounding scene changed again.

The noise in his ears disappeared, and when he looked up and saw the huge yellow moon, Jenkins knew that he had once again entered a doomsday illusion.

Because he already had two experiences, Jenkins didn't panic. After observing the surrounding situation, he stepped on the sewage and pushed aside the spider webs in front of him, and walked towards the clock tower standing in the distance.