"Sprinkle it? No, my hand is very steady, even my cat can't escape from my hand... However, Mr. Sianod, judging from the degree of rust in this box, the shelf life of these potions It's really long~"
While sighing, Jenkins went to feed the captives. He had learned a little knowledge of potions from Old Jack, so he naturally knew that the shelf life of potions was generally short, and the iron box hadn't been opened for at least a year.
"Hmph~ The shelf life of potions can be extended by some special means, but humans don't know it. The method I use is unique to elves. Although the steps are a bit cumbersome, it is quite easy to use. If you want to know, the fish tank in the living room outside There is a notebook underneath, which is the one with a faded cover. Starting from page 12, it is all about the shelf life of potions. When you hold it, be careful not to break the fish tank."
For issues other than elves and bloodlines, the old elf satisfied Jenkins without reservation. Even if it was an unspoken secret such as the skills of the elves in preserving potions, he didn't mind sharing it with Jenkins.
Jenkins was a little moved, but at the same time he became more curious about the lineage of the William family.
The effect of the old elf's hypnotic potion was immediate. The man who had been pretending to be unconscious, after being forced to take the dark green potion, immediately showed a state of drowsiness and obedience.
"I don't know if this potion will work for cats."
A corner of Jenkins' heart thought this way, the cat lying on his lap looked up at Jenkins and made a very disdainful expression.
"what your name?"
Although there is little experience in interrogating prisoners, Jenkins also knows the specific process.
"Justin Curland Edwards."
The man who was tied up by the wire said in a very flat tone, his eyes were dull, and his eyes changed from the usual brown to dark green, which was one of the few side effects of this medicine.
"age."
"36 years old."
The answers to two consecutive questions were acceptable, and Jenkins looked at the old elf, who nodded to indicate that he could start asking those key content.
"Are you a member of the [Gear Artisan Association]?"
"No, I am not."
"Then what organization do you belong to?"
"I'm a junior member of the Quill Club, a life member of the Yorktown Firearms Enthusiasts Association in Nolan, a silver card holder at the Goldbird Auctioneers, an associate at Edward's Dry Cleaners..."
"What sect do you belong to?"
Jenkins changed his question to prevent him from continuing to talk about those boring things.
"I belong to [Whip of the Dead] and believe in the great [Lord of Slaughter]."
This answer is predictable, after all, few people have the leisure to imprint the emblem of a cult organization on their skin.
"What are you here for?"
"It's to find Bruce Sianod, the chief priest hopes to find him."
"Why did you find him?"
"I don't know, the chief priest just hopes that if I can find him, I will give him the letter."
"letter?"
Jenkins asked, and then looked at the pile of things belonging to Justin Coland Edwards on the desk with the old elf. To prevent accidents, Jenkins confiscated all his belongings, and there was indeed a letter among them.
After blinking and confirming that it was just ordinary letter paper, Jenkins stood up and picked up the letter and handed it to the old elf. The elf looked down quickly, and then returned the letter to Jenkins:
"It's a little surprising. They actually wanted me to carry a [Alien Frenzy] tattoo. I didn't expect anyone to remember me, an old man who is dying."
This is indeed written in the letter. Although the tone is very polite, there are also some commanding words. In the end, the chief priest who did not want to disclose his name kindly greeted the old elf's health, and reminded him that if he wanted to, he could find his next address at any time.
"Looks like we're going to move."
The elf said with a bitter face, sat up with one hand on the bed, leaned forward slightly while Jenkins was reading the letter, and asked the captive again:
"Do you know anything related to [Alien Frenzy]?"
"The church hopes to obtain great abilities, and then create real killers, to prove to the world the greatness of our Lord and our strength with the power of killing."
"Is that all?"
If you just do this kind of thing, there is absolutely no need to come to the dangerous Nolan City. It is the wisest choice to quietly hold the ceremony in the countryside where the church and kingdom are weak.
"That's what the chief priests told us."
The captive replied honestly.
"Do you have any other guesses?"
The old elf asked if the age hadn't just brought him closer to death.
"The chief priest concealed something very important. I noticed that the church has been collecting materials for the blood sacrifice in recent months, and earlier last week, a monster broke into the church's secret sacrificial field. The monster made The chaos caused the church to rebel, and the betrayer stole the core materials of the blood sacrifice ceremony, and the trickster was furious because he didn't find what he wanted, causing the church to suffer heavy losses."
The old elf didn't understand this piece of information. Although he was well informed, he didn't know everything. But Jenkins caught the point, he looked up and made sure:
"Does that monster have bronze-colored skin, a chunky appearance that looks like two large vats stacked together, and has twelve fingers?"
"Yes, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but your description is consistent with that of the survivors."
The captive replied, and Jenkins showed that expression.
"It's A-05-1-4490 [Lucky Misfortune], I knew it had been planning the umbilical cord for a long time, and that treacherous situation was premeditated. It found the betrayal of the Church of the Evil God and took away the umbilical cord Or, it’s just that for some reason, they can’t directly touch the umbilical cord in the material world, so they will take great pains to use the paradox in violation of the regulations.”
This explanation is much more reasonable, and it connects all the things that happened some time ago. After the Son of Evil God was born, its umbilical cord was divided into several parts and left in the material world. After the organization that planned the Son of God incident failed, the four umbilical cords fell into the hands of [Whip of the Dead].
A-05-1-4490, who lost the gambling, has not left Nolan since Fei Ni's cousin's family was wiped out. Perceiving the umbilical cord with Son of God powers and attempting to get it, he raided the cult's shrine, but failed to find what he was looking for. It then ventured to use the power of the strange world, and then met Jenkins again, and only then did the last time the strange world happened.
"Umbilical cord, what umbilical cord?"
The old elf really didn't know about this, he asked blankly, but his face froze and he realized that he was asking this question, and he was simply taking the initiative to participate in trouble. But it was too late, Jenkins quickly said something about the umbilical cord last week.