Before Jenkins could tell the reason for his visit, the old elf took the initiative to say that he had found the thousand-year-old wood heart that Jenkins needed to prepare the potion.
Although the elf was unwilling to explain the effect of the potion to Jenkins, besides constantly urging Jenkins to configure the potion on the next full moon night, he also kept hinting that after taking the potion, Jenkins might be able to get the potion he had. The answer I've been looking for.
"Do you think I'm like the kind of person who will take medicine that doesn't work? Only a madman would do such a dangerous thing."
Jenkins was not angry either, he said cheerfully while sitting on the sofa and using [Essence of Life] to revive the dying flower in the apartment.
Seeing the dead plant blooming directly in Jenkins' hands, the elf's eyes twitched a bit. Resisting the urge to salute in the past, he still stood in the kitchen, pretending to be carelessly preparing the tea set, and continued chatting with Jenkins:
"But you have gathered all the ingredients for that potion. I don't believe that you can hold back your curiosity and not configure it. Young man, even among pure-blooded elves, my age is too old. It can be called a rare advanced age. I have lived longer than you can imagine. What kind of person you are, I can tell at a glance... Speaking of which, where did you get the unicorn hair? I remember the material world All the unicorns should have been taken away, your potion needs live hairs, and the ones that have been preserved for thousands of years are useless."
"Ang~"
With the sound of glass shattering, the space wall in front of Jenkins cracked and then shattered. The cheerfully screaming unicorn raised its head and came to the material world. The noble unicorn and pure white hair seemed to have the magic power to illuminate the dark room.
"Oh, flowers~"
The old elf moaned in a low voice, and never asked any more questions.
The thousand-year-old wooden heart he found for Jenkins is a relatively common cypress wood heart. Common but relatively speaking, this material is a treasure in the hands of any benefactor.
The old elf didn't ask Jenkins to pay. Although Jenkins didn't want to take advantage of him, he didn't say anything in the end, thinking of finding a good opportunity to repay him.
The elf repeatedly asked about Jenkins' plan to configure the potion and the steps that had been completed, and ended the topic after confirming that there were no mistakes. He seemed quite certain that Jenkins would configure the potion. Of course, there was nothing wrong with this idea.
The called unicorn didn't want to go back right away, and the old elf Sianod didn't seem to care that it stayed in the house. On the contrary, Mr. Sianod liked this little beast very much, and brought it a lot of fresh fruits, even more than chocolates.
Luckily, Chocolate just had lunch and is enjoying a nice nap time, so the elf wasn't too unlucky for this move.
"Jenkins, speaking of which, why did you come to visit me? I think you should know that there are some questions that you are destined not to get answers from me."
The old elf sat down and asked while wiping his hands with a towel.
"No, not for those questions, but for this."
He handed the photo of the ring to the old elf, who didn't know the royal family of Carmel, the cursed ancient empire. After all, the alien species had already migrated outside the material world at that time, and it was a matter of this era that the old elves came to the material world.
While observing the photos, Sianod listened to Jenkins explain the relationship between the ring and the Carmel family. When he heard about the lovebird's comb and the horrible love curse, he showed a shocked and questioning expression as Jenkins expected. ; And when he finally got the origin of the ring, he showed surprise and panic.
"Things that were supposed to be wiped out by God's punishment actually appeared? Jenkins, I don't know what humans in your era would think about this, but in the ancient books I read, if ancient humans encountered such a thing, But you have to use blood sacrifices to apologize to the gods."
The old elf said so, and looked down at the photo again, focusing on the part of the text in the inner circle that was magnified by Jenkins' reading and writing.
"It's not that barbaric era anymore, and the gods are easy to talk...at least the sages are like this."
"That's because of your special status."
grumbled the old elf.
"Special status? What is my special status?"
Jenkins frowned and asked, he was indeed favored by the sages because of his special status as the Son, but the problem was that the old elf Sianod shouldn't know this.
"I didn't say anything."
The latter replied vaguely, immediately finding an idea to distract him before Jenkins pressed again:
"Since you said that my friend old Ryan Sam also has such a ring, I suddenly remembered that I did see him wearing the same style of ring decades ago. But it's been a long time, I'm not sure..."
The elf pondered, then motioned Jenkins to wait. He stood up and walked to his bedroom, and returned shortly after with a wooden box the size of a washbasin.
Jenkins helped him put the wooden box on the coffee table, and when he opened it, there was a closed music box inside. The whole body of the music box is silver and white, and the surface is decorated with rubies and sapphires. The silver thread depicts the appearance of flourishing vines at the seams of the lid, making this music box look even more noble.
Different from ordinary music boxes, in addition to the lid for opening, there is a small drawer on the side of the box. The drawer now appears half-open, empty, at least as far as Jenkins sees it.
"B-03-5-2996 [Reminiscence Music Box], a Class B supernatural specially used to accurately read memories. I have never used it since I bought it sixty-nine years ago. I wanted to use it to recall my hometown and childhood before I died. , now it seems that it will be stored for a few more years... Let’s not talk about this, we can use it to read a certain piece of memory of mine, and judge more intuitively whether Ryan Sam held something that shouldn’t have been held thirty years ago. The ring that exists."
"Read memory? Why not a stone basin engraved with runes and symbols?"
Jenkins said in his heart the words only he could understand, and then watched the old elf pull out the drawer on the music box completely, then put his right index finger on top of the empty drawer, held a thin needle in his left hand and closed his eyes tightly.
The elf frowned as if recalling a hard memory. It took a long time to prick his finger with his eyes closed like this, and the red blood drops fell immediately, and after entering the small drawer precisely, it turned into green **.