The time to travel to this world was July [The Moon of the Hermit and Thunder], and now it is the end of September [The Moon of the God of War and the Falling Leaves].
In two months, the octopus matter was resolved, the hospital matter left behind the "demon" tail, the strange things in the outer sea were acquired by the church, and the progress of the evil god son incident is unknown.
There's always an inexplicable sense of urgency that keeps Jenkins improving, even without so many complications. A few nights ago, I heard the term "beast of calamity" from Miss Bevanna. Now that I think about it, there is a big problem.
It was almost midnight when we left the black market. The Pig's Head Bar, which is an entrance to the black market, is still open, but it is hidden in an alley, and its location is remote. In addition, the collective actions of the church in the past few days have made the scum who haunt the night panic, and there are not many drinkers.
An old-fashioned gas lamp hangs on the wall, the lampshade is covered with thick dust, and the sleepy bartender is shaking from side to side, scrubbing the counter with a dirty rag. A strange woman with a carrot pendant in her ear stopped Jenkins just as he was about to step out the door.
"What's up?"
Jenkins' face was hidden under the hood, and he felt a little regretful that he took back his black robe disguise when he was underground.
"Whether you need divination or not, it costs 5p a time, no money is not allowed."
"unnecessary."
Jenkins turned to leave.
"You're lost."
A woman's voice came from behind, and she followed Jenkins out of the bar empty-handed.
"In this terrible era, everyone will be confused."
Jenkins responded bluntly, blinking, 13 light spots without bubbles, level 6 gifter.
My heart suddenly became vigilant.
"You're wary of me."
"I'm wary of strangers who actively follow me on any night."
As he spoke, he backed away. The alley was not long, and the next step was the corner.
"Is there really no need for divination? It's very cheap."
The woman didn't seem to understand what Jenkins meant, and was still selling herself.
"I'm sorry, I really don't need it. I'd rather spend money to find prostitutes in Rapture Cave for entertainment than waste it on these impractical things."
"Prostitute?"
The woman was not angry, but giggled instead: "In my opinion, you should have never had intimate contact with any women. This reason is not very good."
"Damn it, these women can tell that I'm Chu... cough cough."
He complained in his heart, knowing that he couldn't beat the opponent, so he stopped before the two sides broke their faces.
"What can you divination?"
"Anything is fine."
The woman said confidently.
"That... career."
As he spoke, he took out a few copper coins from his pocket and tossed them over.
Don't look at Jenkins' daily contact expenses, which are all in units of "10 pounds", but he also needs to buy vegetables and feed the cat, so he naturally has change in his pocket.
"Marriage?"
"No, I mean business."
"Okay, that's marriage."
The coin slid across the dark street, and was accurately picked up by the woman. She nodded, neither asking for palmistry, nor props such as crystal balls, nor looking up at the stars.
"Your love is very complicated, yes, very complicated. I see some red lines, some of which are already there, some of which are not there. But one of your future partners will encounter an accident before the god of war leaves. What a terrible accident."
Her words stopped here, and Jenkins touched the brim of his hat, trying to hide his face from the dim two-color moonlight.
"What I want to divination is career... Do I need some more gold pounds before you can help resolve it?"
he sneered softly, and was ready to flee over the wall, as he had done that night at Mr. Barnard's door.
"No, this is your fate, and it should be resolved by yourself. But I can give you two hints."
"What hint?"
Jenkins felt like he had fallen into a trap.
Very good, walking slowly, looking more natural, now close to the wall. This wall is not too high, as long as you jump up and hold on to the protruding brick, you can turn over in one fell swoop.
"First, go to the left."
"Um?"
These people who like divination will indeed play tricks.
"Second, have you heard the story of the devil and the boy during the famine?"
"I heard."
Jenkins replied that he had a hunch that he was about to hear a fourth version.
"I don't know how far the stories you have heard are far from the truth, but what I want to say starts from the end: the devil tried to deceive the boy with a contract, but was defeated by the boy's kindness and innocence. The church found the devil and defeated I killed the demon, sealed the boy's evil power, let the boy return to his home, live with his younger siblings, wiped out the evil of the fate demon with the power of love, and lived a happy life."
"that's all?"
Jenkins couldn't believe that this increasingly complicated story would have such a happy ending.
There are many contradictions in the four versions of the story he currently knows. For example, in the story known by the original owner Jenkins, the little boy traveled thousands of miles to find the demon, which is obviously a processing of the story; while in the professor’s version, the demon became a lawful person, and the great god became a villain. Because his story is taken from the evil scriptures of the cultists, it will naturally be processed to conform to his own values.
"From common sense, once a human being is transformed into a demon, it is absolutely impossible to have kind thoughts in his heart. So this story... hahaha, do you believe it?"
The woman talked and laughed, and her voice became louder and louder, even causing the air to vibrate. A crack appeared on the glass window on the side of the street. Jenkins was taken aback. Regardless of the story, he jumped up and disappeared behind the low wall on the side of the street, but the woman did not chase after him.
"Mr. Williams, the savior, is that you?"
The laughter stopped, the woman whispered, revoked the disguise spell, and returned to the appearance of Miss Audrey.
"Hermit, let us wait and see."
The wheel of time turns, and the next few days are calm and everything is fine. This is not a common thing. Apart from the bad air hanging over Nolan, nothing could affect Jenkins' mood.
Of course, he didn't find out the identity of the woman that night.
"Oh, Mr. Williamette, you are my lucky star."
Publisher Mr. Burrow laughed and opened his arms, trying to hug Jenkins, but he dodged deftly.
"You seem to be having fun today?"
The place where the two talked was still on the second floor of Papa's antique shop.
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