"Mr. Bruce..."
"My name is Bruce Lacles Siannodel ("Moon Creek"), and you can call me Mr. Siannodel."
The old elf finally spoke his name, but Jenkins was not sensitive to the elves' surnames, otherwise he would have been able to deduce his identity from his surname.
"Well, Mr. Sianod, thank you for your help, but I still want to know about my identity. My parents and brothers are all ordinary people, and there is nothing special about them except that they are healthier than ordinary people. I I have been doubting my family's lineage, so I want to get an answer from you."
Jenkins was already a lot more polite when he spoke, not at all as impolite as when he broke into this place just now. But when the old elf heard this question, he immediately covered his mouth again, and showed Jenkins his determination that he would never give an answer.
"I know some things are not unknown but can't be said, you just need to give me some hints..."
"Oh, damn it, who is it?"
The sound insulation here is not good, even in the bedroom, you can clearly hear the knock on the door again from downstairs. Jenkins' words were interrupted, and then both of them heard the impatient voice of the landlord:
"Looking for old Bruce again? Oh, God, how many people are still looking for him today?"
Having said that, she apparently let the visitor in through the door, and Jenkins heard the sound coming upstairs.
"That's my friend who came to visit me today. We made an appointment and he will help carry out my will. When you knocked on the door downstairs just now, the landlady thought you were him, so she let you in upstairs."
"Your friend?"
Jenkins glanced back and saw that it was the Giver who had come. Moreover, this bestower met him twice, once at Mr. Corpse's party, and once when he was looking at the shop last night, the old man sold a ring that looked exactly like the grave robber Miss Bailing in the antique shop.
"Yes, I have known him for many years, we are friends. For God's sake, young man, my friend has nothing to do with our affairs, please leave him alone."
old Bruce pleaded.
"I understand, but when he opens the door a few dozen seconds later, you have to introduce me to him, properly."
Jenkins replied, and walked out of the bedroom with the cat in his arms to answer the door. Sure enough, the one who knocked on the door while taking off his hat was the old man who came to the antique shop to sell rings that night last week.
He was surprised that it was a strange young man who opened the door. After entering the bedroom, he learned from old Bruce that this was the child of his old friend in the past. He came to Nolan for business recently and just wanted to see him.
"Look, it's such a coincidence that I'm about to die, and my old friend's child comes to see me."
The old elf said with a bitter face.
"This is your luck, Siam Nord, I think fate favors you, how lucky this is!"
The old man said with a smile, and asked Jenkins politely if he was used to Nolan's weather.
The visitor's name was Harama Linesam, who claimed to be 65 years old. Despite his age, he looked healthy, at least healthier than the old elf.
The purpose of his coming today is to proofread the will with Sianod for the last time, which is what they agreed on last week. The old man Ryan Sam was concerned about Jenkins' presence, so he kept talking about the weather and the plague after entering the bedroom.
The old elf also realized that such a conversation was inappropriate, so he said to him:
"Harama, I think the matter of the will can be postponed for a while. I feel the power of the ancestors. The ancestors don't want me to die like this, so I can live for a while, and the matter of the will can be discussed next year."
He babbled about reasons.
"next year?"
The skinny Mr. Ryan Sam looked at the naked old elf in surprise. Jenkins judged from his expression that he might be expecting the elf to tell him, "Ha, I was tricked, but I'm actually going to die tomorrow."
But the old elf just looked at him with a sad expression, until his back felt cold, and Mr. Lansam shook his head suddenly, as if he was shocked.
"Okay, okay, whatever you want, you are always so weird."
He waved his hands in front of his face like chasing flies, then stood up and was about to say goodbye:
"Sianod, this joke is a bit too much, I thought you were really going to die."
He said in a pretended vicious tone, then sighed and looked at Jenkins who was sitting next to him pretending to be dazed, said goodbye softly, then turned and left the apartment.
"Does he know you're an elf?"
Leaning against the wall next to the window, he opened a gap in the curtain with his fingers, and Jenkins asked only after making sure the old man had left.
"Of course I know, we all know each other's secrets, we are both strangers, we are old friends. I warn you, he really has nothing to do with the elves."
Looking at Jenkins' skillful posture of peeping out the window, the old elf couldn't help but said.
"I know, I'm not interested in your friends."
Jenkins replied, and sat down from the wall to the bed again. Seeing that the old elf was still coughing, he poured a cup of hot water from the dirty teacup on the bedside and handed it to the old elf.
The moment he took the teacup, Jenkins' hand held the old elf's wrist again. A steady stream of green blood flows into the old elf's body through the connection between the hands and arms. Jenkins can't reverse his age, but considering the already super long life volume of the longevity species, even if he will die of old age sooner or later, this time Jenkins It also lasted at least 5 years for him.
For some reason, the vitality produced by [Essence of Life] is quite suitable for the body of the elf. Jenkins has never felt that any benefactor can receive his treatment with such low loss and high efficiency.
"After all, I am an elf, a race that is naturally close to life and nature, and it is very likely that I also have elf blood. Maybe the appearance of [Contact Healing] is related to the blood of this body."
It's not surprising that Jenkins thought about it this way.
"I'm helping you with the treatment, not because I want to repay you, but because I want you to give me an answer. I just think you are valuable, so I will help you."
In order to prevent being misunderstood, Jenkins said while using his ability.
The old elf didn't try to break free this time, but seemed to be wandering away, not knowing what he was thinking.
Until the end of Jenkins' treatment, the sick old elf didn't speak any more. He maintained an air of inexplicable thought, but at this moment it was difficult for Jenkins to think of any important issues he could think about.
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