Realizing that Jenkins let go of his hand after the treatment, the old elf Sianod finally regained his senses. He opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it again.
After repeating this action three times, he said:
"Young man, I cannot answer your question, but I am happy to provide you with other help. If you are still curious about your family, why not ask your elders? Even if they have no clues, the ancient race The implication of his extraordinary blood, always has a fate-like connection, as long as you search for it, one day you will be able to find the answer by yourself... just like you can find me."
"But I want answers now."
"I won't even say it."
Sianod spoke slowly, shook his head, and covered his mouth again to show his determination.
Jenkins sighed and shook his head, wanting to get up and leave, and visit again when he has time. He knew that he was doomed not to be able to ask questions today, but the old elf's attitude was very gentle, and there might be a better chance next time.
But suddenly thought of another thing, so he continued to sit without moving:
"Okay then, I'll leave with just one question, and I'll visit you again next week: Do you know [Alien Frenzy]?"
"Yes, I also know that the cult organization [Whip of the Dead] is planning to acquire this ability in Nolan recently. They are really a bunch of lunatics."
The old elf took away the hand covering his mouth, and replied quickly, it seems that as long as Jenkins doesn't ask about the elf, he knows everything.
"Then do you know where those five tattoos are? I mean, the learning ritual of [Alien Frenzy] requires five different aliens to carry tattoos for a period of time. Now I know that the Church of the Sage has obtained two of them. You Do you know where the other three pieces are?"
This can be regarded as one of the factors threatening the city. It would be great if we could get news from the old elf.
"Five dollars?"
The old man Sianod frowned as expected. Jenkins thought that he didn't understand the content of the ceremony. When he was about to stand up and say goodbye, the old elf suddenly asked:
"How do you know that only five tattoos were scattered by [Whip of the Dead]?"
"Because the content of the ceremony stipulates that those runes must be divided into five parts."
This was the news from Miss Capet, which Jenkins had read in the letter to his father.
"The rules of the ceremony are indeed like this. According to the information I know, the lunatics of [Dead Whip] also do the same, but... who told you that they only prepared one set of rituals?"
The old elf asked, frowning. But because of Jenkins' treatment just now, the wrinkles on his face have been significantly reduced, so even if he frowns, he won't show that ugly old look.
"More than one set?"
"Of course there is more than one set. You must know that [Alien Frenzy] is not a unique ability. Although making ritual rune tattoos is complicated, it is not only done once. Although they are crazy because of their ambitions, at least they have Normal intelligence."
The old elf looked at Jenkins seriously:
"How did you know that they only prepared one set of ceremonies? This is not right. According to the information I got, at least 5 sets of ceremonies were being prepared at the same time. There are at least 25 tattoo bearers scattered around Nolan. .Oh, since you said the Church of the Sages has acquired two tattoos, there are now 23 left!"
He made the number two with one hand and the number three with the other, and added:
"Of course, although I claim to be well-informed, it does not rule out that there are rituals that I don't know about. So the real number of tattoos is greater than or equal to 23. I want to say this, and you should understand what I mean."
"Are you sure this is the correct news?"
Jenkins was slightly surprised, but felt that the old elf's words were all right. Indeed, no one stipulated that only one group could be prepared for the ceremony at the same time. If it weren't for the ritual that stipulates that the tattoos can't get too close together, Jenkins believes that the group of xenomorphs will gather in the same secret location instead of being scattered throughout the city.
"Of course, you must know that I have been living in Nolan since I accidentally came to the material world from my hometown 129 years ago. I know this place very well~"
Having said this, he couldn't help being a little proud, and then he saw Jenkins' eyes looking at the decoration of the bedroom.
"So you've lived in Nolan for 129 years, and you've never saved enough gold pounds to buy your own house?"
"Things like gold pounds... have nothing to do with connections, ahem."
The old elf coughed loudly on purpose to prevent Jenkins from continuing to ask, and then quickly moved on to the next topic:
"If you want to find those who have tattoos, I can provide some clues. Because [Alien Species Frenzy] stipulates that only alien species can carry those tattoos, and the stronger the tattooed person, the stronger the ability created by the final ceremony, so The ones chosen to wear tattoos must be powerful alien creatures. I have lived here for so many years, and I also know some strange people living in this city. I can give you a list, if you want to track down , can be used as a clue.”
As he spoke, he asked Jenkins for paper, and then wrote down information such as name, race and address on the paper. He wrote very detailed, and spent half an hour writing a full 12 articles.
"These are alien species that meet the requirements and may agree to cooperate with [Whip of the Dead]. Some of them have a bad temper. If you go to investigate by yourself, be careful that those people will suddenly attack you."
"I'm not going to go by myself."
It wasn't too much of a hassle for Jenkins to report the piece of paper to the church along with the speculation about the 25 tattoos.
"It's fine if you don't plan to go."
Passing the pen and paper to Jenkins, the old elf shrank back into the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed.
"Speaking of which, haven't they looked for you?"
Jenkins asked while looking at the list.
"I'm just an old elf...and they can't find me."
He said triumphantly, reaching for the teacup on the bedside table, when there was another knock on the door downstairs.
"who is it?"
The irritability in the landlord's tone was not concealed at all, and when the person downstairs replied that he was looking for the director of the second room on the third floor, the mean and thin woman's anger broke out completely:
"Oh, damn old Bruce, how many people have come this hour! Are you going to have a party in the house, oh, I really shouldn't have agreed to let you live in the first place!"
This sentence was obviously shouted upstairs, and both Jenkins and Sianod understood.