Jenkins knew a little about most of the books on Dad's bookshelf, so he knew the general story when he saw the title of the book. The cultural penetration rate in this era is not very high, and the number of people who can write a novel that may not be published with the awareness of having nothing to eat for a year is even smaller.
This has led to the fact that there are very few popular books that can be found on the market. For example, among the writers who competed with Jenkins for the "Ritter Award" last year, there were no popular novel writers at all.
This is partly because the award is generally only given to older, serious literary authors, and partly because it's really hard to find successful writers who can make pulp fiction a career.
"The author of "The Legend of the Detective Knight" seems to be from the Cheslan Kingdom..."
Thinking to himself, Jenkins saw another novel with a black spine and the thickness of a dictionary. The title of the book was "The Cat and Thirteen Fingers".
"Oh, it's this book!"
An expression of disgust immediately appeared on Jenkins' face. This book describes a mystery that happened in modern times. The baron's family living in the valley mountain villa mysteriously disappeared, and the friend who came to visit was a well-known detective. , he found a domesticated pet cat and thirteen fingers belonging to different people in the villa.
The detective worked hard, fought against the mysterious creatures in the valley, deciphered the ancient murals in the underground pit of the villa, and was almost suspected of being the murderer by the police in the small town.
Finally, the detectives came to the conclusion that the real murderer was the pet cat, who ate everyone.
The original owner of this story, Jenkins, has read it, and now Jenkins has just read this memory, and he was immediately disgusted.
"There is no logical inference at all, sloppy clues and rough conclusions... Besides, how could a domestic pet cat do such a thing!"
Jenkins couldn't help grumbling, running his fingers along the spine of The Cat and Thirteen Fingers. Chocolate squatting at his feet immediately nodded in agreement. Chocolate doesn't eat people, cats don't like humans, and Jenkins is not human.
There were less than twenty fiction books on Papa's shelf, and Jenkins finally settled on The Rudolph Case Book, a novel that chronicled the story of detective Rudolph.
He walked downstairs with his cat while flipping through the catalog, and was attracted by the third story "The Case of the Body Hiding in the Antique Store".
"This looks interesting, that's all."
He wrote down the number of pages, then closed the book, and returned behind the counter with the cat.
The sunset glow in the sky disappeared little by little with the rotation of the clock, and the street lamps on the side of the road flickered a few times, and the light spread little by little to illuminate the stone bricks on the ground of Fifth Queen's Avenue.
Jenkins in the store was reading a book in front of the counter with his head down. The chocolate beside the counter was holding Jenkins' ring that sealed the Calamity Black Stone, twisting and turning, not knowing what he was doing.
Each person and cat have their own things to do, so there is no sound in the antique shop except for the occasional sound of flipping books.
Jenkins has been completely attracted by the content of this book, he did not expect such a thrilling detective story can happen in a small antique shop.
jingle~
The bell at the door rang, which meant that someone had opened the door of the store. It is not yet eight o'clock, and the customer who agreed to pick up the goods with the old man cannot come.
Jenkins looked up in surprise, and it was Miss Capet who had entered.
"Good evening, Williams. Is Pop there? I have business with him."
The woman greeted Jenkins very familiarly, and then learned the fact that Dad would not be back until at least midnight.
Today she was wearing a very low-key linen skirt without any decorations, making her look like an ordinary female worker who came out of a textile factory. But ordinary female workers don't have such delicate skin and beautiful faces, let alone the unique temperament of the priests.
"That's such a pity. I originally wanted to ask my father to borrow a book... Come back next time. I don't think my luck will always be so bad."
As he spoke, he wanted to wave goodbye to Jenkins, but Jenkins left her behind:
"Please wait, Miss Capet, have you heard about the dragon scales appearing on Miss Knight?"
"Of course I know. I recognized the lines on Miss Knight's body, but I don't know what happened next."
She was really interested in this matter, and immediately put away her attitude of leaving.
"This matter is actually kept confidential. I only mention it to you because we are all friends who are adventuring in the mirror world."
In fact, Jenkins just wanted to find an excuse to keep her, so as to ask about the father's apprentice. Miss Knight's blood returning to the ancestors is of great importance because it may involve matters related to the dragon clan, so it is impossible for pagans who only temporarily live in Nolan to recuperate from their injuries to participate in the follow-up.
"I also just heard about this from my father. It is said that Miss Knight may be the reawakening of the ancient blood."
"Is that so? I knew that she separated from us when she was in the mirror world, and it was definitely because of an important discovery!"
Miss Cape's guess is the same as Jenkins'. She also believes that the teammates who left the team early are not really in danger.
"I think Miss Knight must have gained a lot in the mirror world to awaken the blood of the alien race so quickly. Heh~ But that may not be a good thing."
"Yes, it's not necessarily a good thing. Dragons are not humanoid, and there is a considerable risk in awakening their blood."
Jenkins also catered.
This is the fact that human-shaped aliens, such as elves, sea tribes, or vampires, even if they awaken such bloodlines, their bodies will not change much, at most there will be slight changes, such as sharper ears and the like. However, non-humanoid creatures such as dragons are different. Even if the extremely thin blood is reawakened, it may cause the alienation or even deformation of the limbs.
For example, a few months ago, the woman who awakened the blood of the praying mantis under the influence of Pompeii potion. Her madness and the alienation of her limbs are inseparable from her inhuman blood.
"But I'm even more curious about what happened to Miss Knight in the mirror world."
Miss Capet said, and put her handbag on the counter, which indicated that she would not leave in a short time.
Jenkins tactfully prepared some hot tea for her before resuming the conversation.
"It should not have accepted the power of the evil things in the mirror world, although those things are indeed very powerful. I think this should have something to do with my own mirror image. The mirror image reflects itself, and maybe it will reveal the things hidden in the soul and body. "
Jenkins said nonsense casually. In fact, he wanted to discuss things about his father's apprentice, but he didn't know how to start.