"Thanks."
In the old apartment room, feeling the familiar flow of the spirit of life, the naked old elf breathed a sigh of relief. But he suddenly froze for a moment, as if he felt something incredible. The left hand not held by Jenkins raised and rubbed his eyes, then reached forward towards Jenkins, squinting to study his face.
Jenkins is now in the disguise state of the black robe, and the old elf should not have seen any truth. But he found that the elf's eyes were an unnatural emerald green, like magic eyes, and as old Bruce finally saw Jenkins' face, he let out a cry of horror:
"Oh, World Tree~"
The elf yelled in horror, wondering if Jenkins' treatment had had an effect, he actually broke free from Jenkins' arm and shrank to the other side of the bed.
That exclamation was probably similar to how a human would yell "My God~" when they were surprised, and Jenkins didn't suspect it.
"Is there a problem?"
Jenkins looked at him and at his own hands, and the doubts about his own race resurfaced in his heart.
"No problem, no problem at all!"
Old Bruce shook his head like a rattle, and he didn't look Jenkins in the eye. Even without the judgment of the priesthood of lies, Jenkins knew that this appearance was a lie.
"I've never seen you before, and there's no way you'd know what I mean from the way I look."
He raised his right hand, and the green gas swayed in the air like a flickering candle.
"You know this?"
"I do not recognize!"
After finishing speaking, the old man covered his mouth, and he also knew that it was wrong to say too much but not right.
"It seems that you know each other."
Jenkins thought for a moment, and gently stroked the cat with its wide-eyed, expectant expression.
This silent attitude made the old elf feel even more pressure. He was just suspicious at first, but now he felt the spirit of life of the young man in front of him carefully, and he had completely confirmed his guess.
"Oh, Lord, this is..."
He thought that he would never be able to return to his hometown, and that dying alone in the material world was his end. Unexpectedly, fate made a joke, but at this moment, old Bruce would rather die silently than get involved in such a thing. He has lived a long time, and he knows what Jenkins' appearance means.
"Am I an elf?"
After the silence, Jenkins asked abruptly, but the naked old elf didn't say a word, or even make any movements. He was quite cautious, more cautious than Jenkins thought.
"Since you don't answer, it means that I really have something to do with elves. Interesting, that's true~"
Jenkins fell into deep thought again, thinking about all kinds of things since he came to this world for more than half a year. The old elf's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't want to participate in any destiny trajectory at all.
"What on earth are you here for? Oh, young man, let me lie quietly in bed and wait for the messenger of death to take me away? I'm just a poor elf who left my hometown by accident and had to die as a guest .”
He desperately wanted to drive Jenkins away, but Jenkins didn't want to leave at all. He rarely had the chance to meet such a lawful and kind-hearted alien who could communicate for a long time.
"The messenger of death? So is it the righteous god [End of Death] or the master [Ancient Death God] who is responsible for the belonging of the soul in the material world?"
Jenkins asked a more sensitive question.
The old elf's face turned even paler, and he directly covered his mouth with his hand, expressing to Jenkins that he would never speak again.
Jenkins asked a few more questions after this, but the old elf was unwilling to answer. He looked terrified, as though Jenkins had the plague, and Jenkins could not understand the reason for this strange attitude.
"Even if I have the blood of an elf, he shouldn't be afraid of me. We can barely be regarded as the same race. Could it be that pure-blooded elves discriminate against half-elves? But Mr. Salamanda in the fake world of ghosts treats me quite well." friendly."
After thinking for a while, seeing the resolute attitude of the old elf Bruce, Jenkins thought about solving today's original purpose first.
He put his hand into his pocket, took out the picture of the fruit plate, and handed it to the old man who was sick, motioning him to take a look:
"This originally belonged to you, right?"
"Yes. Oh! So that's why you found me!"
The old man's face was full of remorse, "I should have moved after that burglary, damn it."
"Your fruit plate was stolen, and I bought it after several rounds. If you want to take it back, I can return it to you, but I want to know what it is."
Jenkins said calmly.
"No, you don't need to return it to me, just put it in your place... This was a long time ago, yes, before the elves exited the material world, they used the bark of the world tree and some elemental essences, the stones of all things to grind powder and Made of other messy things. I was not born at that time, but I also know that there are some irreproducible processes in the manufacture of this item. In short, it can produce any fruit that has ever appeared in the material world. I was in 12 years ago Found it at the flea market and bought it because it was made by elves."
"Any fruit? You mean, the fruits produced in this fruit plate are not limited to ordinary fruits?"
Jenkins asked, and Chocolate's ears twitched. Although it can forcibly activate the extra functions of the fruit plate, it would be better if there is a more labor-saving method.
"Ordinary fruits are not limited, but if you want to obtain fruits with extraordinary power, you need to choose the right time to arrange the ceremony according to the moon phase, the weather and the nature of your own spirit. Of course, if you are lucky enough, you can get it without being so complicated. Extraordinary fruit, but that kind of probability is like your cat can talk. If you want to know the specific information... "
The old elf pointed to the desk opposite the bed:
"On the left, in the second drawer from the top, there is a white notebook in it. It turns to page 34, and the next dozen pages are the description of the fruit bowl. I was going to burn it before I died , since you are interested, take it and see it.”
Jenkins glanced back at the desk, then nodded, placed the cat by the bed and stood up to get his notebook.
Taking advantage of Jenkins' turning around, the old elf shrank into the quilt again. His action of pulling the quilt caused the cat to be moved too. It was a little unhappy, so it gave an unceremonious "meow~" to the old elf.
Before the old, dazed elf could observe the appearance of the bold cat, Jenkins had returned with his notebook.
"Hey, don't bark, respect the old man."
He stroked his cat and said, the cat responded softly, then lay obediently on Jenkins' lap, staring at the notebook with big amber eyes.