"Meow~"
During the conversation between Jenkins and the old elf, the sleeping cat uttered dreamlike cat meows, and then rubbed its body on the sofa, as if trying to find a softer position. Dishonest.
"Jenkins, if you want to prevent such a disaster, the most feasible way is to find the high-level power that the cultists use to build bridges. After all, blood sacrifices cannot be stopped, and it is too difficult to crack tattoos."
"I have found it."
Since getting to know the old elf, he has never told a single lie, and he is sincerely friendly to Jenkins. Based on the secret conversation just now, Jenkins decided to trust him.
"It is the umbilical cord of the Son of God, the umbilical cord divided into four parts."
As he said that, he stood up and walked to the basement, and returned after a while carrying a small glass bottle filled with yellow-gray turbid liquid.
In the liquid in the glass bottle, blood threads were swimming like tapeworms, and there was a piece of black lacquer floating in the bottle. Just looking at it makes people feel sick, but that is not physical discomfort, but mental discomfort. Like an out-of-control source of pollution, the umbilical cord radiates harmful capabilities around it, which Jenkins sometimes dismisses as radioactive metal.
"The umbilical cord of the Son of God?"
The old elf didn't shy away from anything, he bent slightly and squinted at the bottle. Then, he suddenly leaned back again, frowning as if he was about to spit it out.
It took him a while to recover.
"It is indeed the umbilical cord of the Son of God. Even if it is not, it is enough to use this thing as the source of power and bridge for the angels to descend."
He picked up his teacup and took a swig. Jenkins saw the veins on his temples were slightly raised and throbbing.
"I'm just two of the four umbilical cords here. If this bottle doesn't fall into the hands of cultists, does it mean that the angel will never come?"
Jenkins asked again.
"No, I have never seen the umbilical cord of the Son of God before, but I have seen something more terrifying than this when I was in my hometown. According to my calculations, it does not need to be complete, a quarter of the umbilical cord can be used with the ceremony to summon an angel .This kind of thing is prepared in four copies, it should be because the cultists are cautious, or they are planning to summon more than one angel."
The old elf looked very solemn:
"Williamt, if you want to save Nolan, you must at least find the remaining two small umbilical cords, otherwise the killing angel will come sooner or later."
"Why are you so sure I want to save Nolan?"
Jenkins asked an interesting question.
"Because you are destined to be the savior."
"Um?"
The old elf obviously knew more than Jenkins thought, and his words were simply expressing that he knew about the "Emblem of the Savior".
But just as he refused to tell Jenkins about his elf bloodline, the old elf was unwilling to talk too much about the savior.
He just told Jenkins that he came to the material world from his hometown because of an accident. He thought he would die of old age here, but now he found the hope of returning home.
"If possible, I still hope that I can be buried by the Yinma Lake in my hometown, and sleep peacefully with the evergreen woods."
He sighed and said, and then he was about to get up and leave. But Jenkins stopped him, not because he wanted to force the old elf to reveal something he didn't want to say, but because he heard an interesting place name.
"Yinma Lake?"
"What, is there a problem?"
asked the old elf.
"Please wait a moment."
Jenkins did not explain, but turned around and went to the basement again, and took out the note left to him by the elf Salamanda.
The note contains a complete potion formula and a secret word. The secret word needs to be deciphered in Elven language. The content is:
[The sunset by the Yinma Lake is the love of my life.]
"Have you met any other elves?"
After only glancing at the note, the old elf asked like this, and it was more like an exclamation sentence than a question sentence.
"Yes, do you know this potion formula? What does this secret word mean?"
"I can't answer this question, but please remember the name [Yinma Lake]."
When he said this, the first half of the sentence was a lie.
"Are you still short of ingredients for this potion?"
After thinking about it, the old elf asked again.
"There is still a thousand-year-old wooden heart missing."
Jenkins replied honestly, looking down at the note, tossing and turning.
"Come pick it up from me on the weekend, I just have one. The next night of the full moon is coming soon, and you may be able to prepare the potion at that time... Please rest assured, the young elf who gave you the formula should not have any malice .”
He said so, and mentioned that Mr. Harama Lansam is a loyal reader of Jenkins' Stranger Stories, and after hoping to get his autographed book, he left without looking back.
Jenkins stood in front of the window and looked at the figure of the old elf in silence for a long time, feeling more and more confused about his own blood in his heart.
Before going to bed, he also dealt with the round beads recovered from Miss Magic that could gain new abilities, but Jenkins did not use them after much deliberation. With the holy sword of bones, he does not lack the ability of the undead, so the bead was finally placed in the basement box, together with Professor Burns's gift box (chapter 702), Jenkins plans to go to the black market when he has time sell it.
(Finnie is praying... )
Because of the serious lack of sleep time, Jenkins couldn't get up after being woken up by chocolate early on Thursday morning. The cat made a fuss for a while, but finally calmed down, and let Jenkins sleep for another half an hour before reminding him that it was time to wake up.
After yawning and listening to the sound of rain, I finished my breakfast and was startled by the sound of thunder when I went out. Today's rain is much heavier than last week's drizzle. The wind blows and the rain pours down, and the umbrella is actually not very useful.
So Jenkins rarely chose to take a carriage to the old man's antique shop, but when he got off the carriage, he found that the antique shop was locked and there was no one inside.
"Oh, Jenkins, Dad left you a letter."
The neighbor of the antique store is the grocery store of Aunt Sally, a kind old woman, who Jenkins asked for advice on how to raise cats when he first became an apprentice. Aunt Sally heard the voice next door, came out and saw Jenkins. According to her, Dad left the antique shop half an hour ago, and he seemed in a hurry as if there was something urgent.
Only a letter was left, please tell Aunt Sally that Jenkins is on vacation today, and asked him not to forget to study.
Since he didn't have to go to work today, Jenkins got into the carriage again and headed to the church. He asked for a quiet office room, claiming to organize a cure for the plague.
PS: I realize it's been a while since I've mentioned that pocket watch chain that could portend danger, well, at the end of this volume it's retired for a legitimate reason.