The middle-aged woman and the middle-aged gentleman sat opposite each other in the restaurant, and the two chatted with a relaxed expression. People who can't hear them talking may think that the two are talking about some boring topic such as the weather, but the topic is actually more interesting:
"The tomb we explored has been visited by more than one group of people, and it is difficult to go deep because of the landslide. We didn't gain anything, but when we excavated the landslide, we accidentally discovered that there were many people buried in the tomb, probably Former tomb robbers... explorers have infighting, you know, it's not uncommon. I got that ring when I was digging, presumably an item left in a tomb by an ancient explorer. We found it At the time, it almost merged with the soil on the ground, although we don’t know the exact time when it was left in the tomb, but it should be nearly a hundred years ago.”
These words are all the truth, and there is no prompt to trigger the [Master of Lies]. Jenkins thought about it and asked again:
"Where is the address of the ancient tomb?"
"In Yorktown, that is the town where the dragon ruins appeared. With the earthquake, not only the huge ruins appeared, but also some scattered ancient buildings and ancient tombs were exposed to the ground. My friends and I Exploring is one of them but…”
She raised her head and gave Jenkins a regretful look:
"When we left, we accidentally triggered the defense mechanism of the tomb. Instead of killing us, those ancient gear mechanisms caused the entire tomb to collapse more completely. Mr. Candle, I can tell Your specific address, but I don't think you can find any traces of value."
It's also true, so Jenkins can only grieve about it. The ring that the old man bought was also brought out by the tomb robbers from the ancient tombs around Yorktown. It is very likely that it has a similar origin to Miss Silver Flute's.
"So what do you think of that ring?"
Jenkins wasn't willing to let the lead go like this.
"Antique, valuable, ordinary item... Last owner was male, over 1000 years old."
"Um?"
Jenkins looked up at her unexpectedly.
"One of my friends has a special ability, similar to a psychic, who can go back in history by touching objects."
There are lies.
"This is a very dangerous ability. After all, not all the histories of items are safe... your friend?"
"Yes, my friend."
Miss Yindi nodded affirmatively, and Jenkins thus confirmed that the content of the lie was not the function of the ability, but the owner of the ability.
"Friends out of thin air, forget it, it has nothing to do with me. But it's very interesting to be over 1,000 years old. Is it a short-lived species that uses rituals to prolong life, or is it a long-lived species? But it's too... maybe It's just someone else's interest."
Jenkins' thinking continued to diverge. Although he didn't get very directional information, he at least understood that there must be quite a big secret behind those few rings that shouldn't exist.
It happened that he was fine today, so he wanted to continue to explore the secret behind the ring.
It was all well and good to wait for Pop to bring news of the church, but Jenkins could also ask the old elf's friends about the situation.
After bidding farewell to Miss Yindi and repeatedly promising that she would never disturb her life, he left the restaurant under the woman's worried eyes.
While Jenkins was talking with Miss Silver Flute, Chocolate had already finished his lunch, so naturally he would not have any objection to Jenkins continuing to run around.
Anyway, it doesn't need to walk by itself.
In order to avoid the cultists of [Dead Whip], the old elf now lives in a high-end rental apartment near the Church of the Sages. Jenkins still came in disguise because he was worried that his father would see him.
The closer to the city center, the more it feels that the number of police patrolling the streets is extraordinarily large. Occasionally a disguised church giver can be seen walking around, presumably this is still part of a city-wide raid.
As Jenkins turned into another street at the fire hydrant, pretending to be a pedestrian, he passed four men hurrying by. He pretended nothing happened and continued to walk forward, only looking back when he was sure no one was watching him.
Those four people were members of the [Church of Creation and Mechanics], three of whom Jenkins had seen, and they had been tracking down the gift clock in Nolan. The other is a brand new face. His memory of human faces is not very outstanding, but his memory of the blips of the gifter's ability is quite good.
"Could that be the holy son of the righteous god [Skillful Craftsman] that Captain Binxi said, but why didn't he take the carriage in such a hurry?"
The status of the Holy Son in religion is extremely high. Except for the Holy Son who is still growing up and his identity is concealed, the general style of the Holy Son's travel can be compared to that of the Pope or the King.
"Why haven't you left Nolan yet? He also wants to continue investigating the clock here? No, it's just a trivial matter for the Holy Son. [Church of Creation and Mechanism] will not arrange for the Holy Son to station in Nolan for this kind of thing... he What are you here for?"
If you don't understand it, don't think about it for now. Anyway, if you have the opportunity to ask Miss Bevanna, you will definitely get the answer. Jenkins gave up thinking about it for a moment and looked up at the window of the apartment where the old elf Bruce Laclex Sianod was renting.
Fortunately, he was at home, and he was in the kitchen (a combined kitchen and dining room structure), presumably having lunch.
Knocked on the door of the apartment and met the old elf smoothly. He obviously had a way to find out who Jenkins was in his disguised form, which seemed to be related to the blood of the elf.
The old elf politely invited Jenkins to have lunch with him, but Jenkins refused on the pretext that he had already eaten.
"You actually eat meat?"
Seeing the elf's lunch, Jenkins said with some surprise.
"Don't you also believe those human imaginations about elves' recipes, that elves are all pure vegetarians, and never use metal products?"
asked the old elf with a smile.
"It's an exaggeration not to use metal products. If it's true, it can only show that the elves have hereditary metal allergy symptoms... But I always think that elves rarely eat meat. Even if they do, it won't be..."
He pointed to the piece of steak, medium-rare.
"The recipes of elves and humans are basically the same, except that we can use fruits as our staple food, and we will eat less meat... But basically there is no difference. Most of the statements in those stories and legends are wrong and absurd. "