In Room 2 on the third floor, following the voice of the landlord downstairs, the old elf smiled awkwardly at Jenkins, but then said suspiciously:
"Huh? I don't remember that I made an appointment with another person today, and the only one who knows that I live here is the old Harama. Who is this time?"
"Let me see."
Jenkins looked down at the floor as he said, but he was actually observing the aura directly with the eyes of reality. Unsurprisingly, the comer is a gifter, and the number of magical abilities is very large.
Although Jenkins did not know all the benefactors of the Orthodox Church in this city, he instinctively thought that the following person must not be a follower of the Orthodox God.
"I think you may be in trouble, and this one who is going upstairs is probably not a good person."
he warned.
"Is that so? Damn, what happened today?"
Talking about the old elf is like struggling to get out of bed. Although he has been healed by Jenkins, his body is still not very good. After all, the exhaustion of life is not only affected by the influence of the spirit of life, but also the imprint of time, which Jenkins cannot reverse.
"You don't need to move, I'll take care of it. It's just a third-level gifter, so it's not a big deal."
Saying so, he brought the old elf back to bed, then put the somewhat excited cat on the desk beside him, and calmly walked out of the bedroom.
Although the landlady was very violent, she let the visitor upstairs. The footsteps of the visitor were very light. Even though Jenkins was already standing at the door of the house, it was still difficult for him to judge the figure of the person who was going up the stairs from the footsteps.
After hesitating for a while, he didn't stand at the door, but opened the door and walked out. At that time, the person who went upstairs did not go to the third floor. And when the two met, it was only on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor.
Jenkins stood above and looked down at the man in a black trench coat who was clutching the banister. He raised his head in a black round cap to look at Jenkins, and then stopped in tacit agreement with Jenkins.
Neither of them spoke, they silently watched their opponents. Jenkins above the steps stood on the same step with both feet, while the man below the steps had his right foot up and his left foot down, maintaining a climbing posture.
After three breaths, the man below couldn't hold back at first, quickly flicked his lowered left hand, and a silver light hit Jenkins' face directly. It was a palm knife that had been enchanted by a ritual. When the blade flew past Jenkins, Jenkins even observed the runes imprinted on it.
He tilted his head to avoid the throwing knife, and then realized that the person below had jumped up directly. Jenkins stood still in the distance, stretched out his right hand and pushed his fist aside, and then kicked the man who had just jumped back down.
"He's stronger than/less than me!"
The two thought at the same time, Jenkins tilted his head again, and let the throwing knife that flew back from behind like a boomerang brush his hair and fly towards the man's hand. Jenkins squinted his eyes and recalled the rune imprinted on the knife, and suddenly realized:
"It's not a common elemental enchantment. You use rituals to increase the magnetism of the knife, and the ability you use is to control magnetism!"
While speaking, he had already jumped down actively. The man below reached out and hit Jenkins in the chest, but Jenkins punched his wrist.
"Snapped!"
Jenkins landed firmly on the steps and fought the man at close range. Both have good hands, but Jenkins has more strength. He gained the upper hand with just two punches, and at this moment, the strange noise on the stairs had already attracted the attention of the landlord downstairs.
Grabbing the escalator beside him with his left hand, he slammed forward with his right shoulder and received a hard punch. Then he stepped hard on his feet, jumped up with his left hand as support, controlled the strength of his hand in the air to change direction in the air, and then threw his leg suddenly:
"Hi~"
It kicked the man's chest with great force and the sound of breaking through the air, and he was kicked flying with almost no resistance. This made more noise, but Jenkins overpowered the man and led him to the old elf's room before the landlady went upstairs.
Even in the bedroom, the voice of a woman cursing on the stairs can be heard.
"She always does."
The old elf shrugged, not offended by the landlord's behavior.
Because of the possibility of interrogation, Jenkins kicked the intruder unconscious and did not use [Profane Production] to permanently stun him. He just broke the bones of the man's limbs, tied him up with wire for safety, and put a charm that could be remotely activated with his thoughts in a very short distance in his breast pocket.
The old elf didn't say anything about this, he didn't know this man, but during the process of binding Jenkins, they all saw the emblem belonging to the evil god on the shoulder blade, which meant that he was a member of [Dead Whip].
"Since such a tattoo will reveal your identity, why do you have it on your body?"
Jenkins asked while twisting the wire.
"Because it's faith."
The old elf gave an irrefutable reason, and Jenkins thought about it and felt that he was right.
The broken bones in his hands and feet had already woken up the man in pain. Jenkins' foot was heavy just now, and there must have been something wrong with his internal organs, so it was quite difficult to speak.
Before he died, Jenkins wanted to use some cruel methods to force him to obtain the information he wanted, but the old elf Sianod stopped him, not because of kindness:
"If we make strange movements again, the landlord might actually kick me out of the apartment."
He complained, and asked Jenkins to take a dark green potion from the flat box on the desk foot. That box was used as a pad for table legs, and it must have been there for a long time, and the iron box was pressed out and dented downward.
The box was covered with rust, and there was a thick layer of dust on the surface. Jenkins wanted to blow on it to make it cleaner, but the old elf warned that he didn't want his bedroom to be a dusty place.
Inside the box were more than a dozen small hoses of different colors, only one of which was dark green. Jenkins was able to judge that these potions were all within the shelf life because he had briefly learned potions from Old Jack.
Judging from the strength of the aura, these potions should be very powerful, at least none of the potions that Jenkins has successfully configured can compare with these.
"The one you took that can temporarily hypnotize intelligent creatures is made from the dust of [Emerald Dream] I brought from my hometown. You can think that people who drink these potions can only tell the truth. Over the years I have used Quite a lot, now only this one is left, don't spill it."
said the old elf, and coughed again. But the coughing sound has become very healthy, more like clearing the sticky phlegm in the throat.