She suddenly approached Jenkins and put her hand on his shoulder, "Listen, young guy, becoming a gifter means you have to face a more complicated reality. And reality is definitely not like your stories. , It’s either black or white. Today is Monday, and next week you will be waiting for me here on Monday evening, and I will take you to see and see, and let you understand the horror of the extraordinary world.”
"I'm older than you."
Jenkins protested, stroking her hand away.
"It's just age, but in terms of appearance, psychology, or the level of the bestower, you should call me sister."
For some reason, when Miss Hesha mentioned the word "sister", a strange blush appeared on her face.
"This person is usually under too much pressure, so he is abnormal?"
Jenkins complained that it was quite possible, based on the difference in her personality in the presence of Miss Michael and in the presence of herself.
Pretending to shrink his neck, he nodded cautiously under the gaze of the strong girl.
"Okay, see you next Monday."
"now it's right."
she said with satisfaction.
"Am I going too far?"
On the way home, Jenkins reflected on how he had acted in front of Miss Hessa, but found nothing but shame in his heart.
"That's not too much, I didn't hurt her, and I gave her more fun."
He put the matter behind him with peace of mind.
After settling down the cat, Jenkins disguised a little, took the 200 pounds he just got, and took his recent savings, and went to the underground black market again. This time, he didn't buy anything, summoned the black robe disguise in the shadow of the sewer, and then found the middleman clown.
"I have a troublesome matter to investigate, and I may need to go to other places to collect information, about 300 pounds."
He said directly.
"Is it related to the giver?"
the clown asked in a low voice.
"uncertain."
Stuffing out the candle with his hand, the clown made Jenkins wait where he was like last time, and did not come back until two hours later, leading him to the same room as last time.
A familiar woman was sitting on a dim sofa with her legs crossed.
"What a coincidence, it's you again?"
Jenkins leaned on the sofa and sat across from her.
"oh?"
The huntress raised her eyebrows, "An old customer who is good at disguising? Let me guess who you are..."
She scrutinized Jenkins' movements carefully, but did not observe his clothes and appearance. She presumably had some experience with the camouflage of the bestower.
"Are you the cheapskate who asked me to investigate the house last time?"
"not me."
Jenkins immediately denied it.
"Well, yes, it's you, what's the matter this time?"
"Habitual sitting poses the potential to give away."
Jenkins reminded himself in his heart, and then stated the purpose: "You should know about the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe that performed in this city recently, right? I hope you can help to find out. When the opera troupe was in New Truman City, one of the members should suddenly Passed away, I need the burial place of that member."
According to the information obtained during the last apotheosis state, no matter the coming of a righteous god or a false god, both divinity and containers are needed.
The container is the body of a mortal, and after the container is used, the body must die. Since the two brothers from last night dared to covet the items touched by the saint, it means that the false god who descended has definitely left.
The coming of the Holy One is definitely a big event. If it is exposed, it is impossible for Jenkins, as a scribe of the church, not to hear any news.
So he assumed that no one should know about the saint who descended in the incident of the son of the evil god, except for the two "running fast", so what will happen to the soulless body after the saint leaves
There is a high probability that he will be buried on the spot and die as a sudden illness. And what would be in that body? Will divinity remain
Jenkins didn't know what the false god was trying to do or how it failed, but he felt that since there might be divinity, it was worth the risk of spending money to investigate.
"New Truman City? Why do you always need information about those troublesome places?"
She didn't say a price, but Jenkins knew the bargaining had begun.
"You don't need to contact that city. I also know what's going on there now. You just need to contact ordinary people in the opera troupe and try to get information out of it."
he said lightly.
"Since it's so simple, why did you offer the task of 300 pounds to the middleman clown?"
"Because I need a truly capable gifter."
Jenkins fiddled with his hair. This was indeed a mistake, and it looked like he was going to be ripped off.
"200 pounds, I'll go to the troupe to inquire about the news, and we will meet here in a week. If the mission is successful, the money and goods will be cleared; if I don't find out, you can choose to pay only 100 pounds, or add 5,000 pounds to let me go to Xinte Ruman City inquires about the news."
"The lion opened his mouth wide."
Jenkins snorted coldly, but didn't get up.
"Of course, I also accept transactions of abilities, rituals and items, you don't have to pay in cash."
"300 pounds, no matter what method you use, give me the answer in a week."
he said. At the same time, my heart was bleeding, this is the price of a pretty good house in Nolan City.
"It's impossible, the risk is too great."
The huntress licked her lips, "Why do you have to stick to gold pounds? I also accept other trading methods."
"Do you want ability?"
"want?"
"Do you dare to accept the magical ability?"
She really hesitated, "Orthodox god or false god?"
"God."
Jenkins whispered that when it comes to gods, even if they don't mention the name or title of the gods, they dare not call them out loud.
"Let's say it earlier, of course the righteous god's magical ability is taken away... The false god's magical ability is very flawed, but there are many believers of the righteous god who like to trade on the black market. Let's talk, what kind of ability."
Jenkins felt that he had learned a lot. He deliberately paused for a few seconds, and then said what he heard in the whisper at the end of the month: "Pray for war."
The Huntress had obviously heard of it, and didn't even ask what it was for.
"This is really destiny... I know some of its ritual items. If you are willing to trade them, you don't need to find someone to verify the authenticity. Well, this is not the first time we have traded. If you give me the learning ceremony of this ability, I will I'll give you the answer next week."
With the index finger of Jenkins' left hand, he tapped the cushion of the sofa regularly. After thinking about it, the ceremony was for nothing anyway, and it would be a good thing to save some cash for backup. In the future, it is impossible to cooperate with the huntress. This time it is urgent, so let's be more generous.
"Yes, but as soon as possible."
"no problem."
Leave 100 pounds as an advance payment for the task. Jenkins will write down the complete materials and steps of the learning ceremony when they meet next time, and the huntress will return the information and the 100 pounds to him.