Braving the wind and rain, Jenkins was soaking wet when he pushed open the door of the antique shop. The chocolate came out of his pocket, and Jenkins saw that the little tuft of fur on the top of the cat's head was wet.
Some displeased cats hopped onto the counter and lay down on the cushions while shaking the wet tufts of hair on top of their heads, looking like they didn't plan to go out again on this stormy day.
Just like yesterday, Dad didn't stop at the antique shop for long before leaving with an umbrella. There are not enough people in the church now, so the investigation of those rings can only be done by himself temporarily. Jenkins suggested that he should be free now, but he immediately got the answer of "I don't want to die today".
The appointment with the old elf was in the afternoon, so Jenkins had nothing else to do on Monday morning. He finished copying the photo of the stele early, and while he was conceiving a new book with a pen, he waited boredly for the guests to come to his door.
But judging by the apocalyptic weather outside, instead of expecting guests to come to your door, expect chocolate to be a little more industrious.
The clattering rain covered most of the sounds of the city. Jenkins, who was staying indoors, was grateful that he could stay in the dry and warm antique shop, and was a little worried about what would happen if he visited the old elf in the afternoon.
At half past nine, a carriage stopped at the entrance of the antique shop. After the carriage stopped, Professor Burns covered his head with one hand and jumped from the carriage to the rain eaves at the entrance of the antique shop. But no matter how fast he was, it would not be faster than the thread-like raindrops. When he opened the door and walked in, the professor's shoulders were all soaked.
The apprentice walked over quickly and handed over the towel. Professor Burns wiped his glasses with his shirt while thanking him. Although I covered my head with my hands, my hair was still wet from the rain. In this season, it is easy to catch a cold if you get a little cold.
The professor came to find Dad. After learning from Jenkins that Dad had gone to church, he directly gave Jenkins the kraft paper bag hidden in his clothes to prevent it from being soaked by rain, and asked Jenkins to pass it to Dad.
"Oliver asked me to translate some texts from the Carmel period. It happened that my friend in Frank County came to visit me recently. He is an expert in this field, so I commissioned him to help translate it. He said that these texts are from the Carmel Empire. The later text, but after special encryption, it took us a whole day to understand a line of text.”
The professor put the brown paper bag on the counter and winked at Jenkins:
"Although I don't know if Dad allows you to check the translated results, I can tell you seriously that this bag is not sealed, and it can be closed again after opening."
He waved his hat goodbye to Jenkins, and then rushed out into the rain again. The carriage just now was still parked in front of the antique shop, so the professor didn't have to run to the next street to find a carriage at the risk of being drenched.
"Ancient Carmelite text? Dad really found other clues but didn't tell me!"
Jenkins watched the professor leave before turning to look at the brown paper bag. Because it was hidden in the arms of the professor, the bag was not wet by the rain, and it was lying quietly on the counter now, with the lower left corner still slightly hanging in the air, as if it was urging Jenkins to check it.
"It's very impolite to browse other people's things without their consent!"
Jenkins didn't like to be rude, so for the next half hour, he continued to do his own thing at the counter, only sneaking a peek at the bag occasionally.
Such an important document should of course be put away, but Jenkins was worried that he might accidentally damage the surface and open it when he picked up the bag, so he kept it in his sight at all times.
"Why am I so curious? It's just a translation, and it's not necessarily related to what we want to investigate. Even if it's related, it's fine for Dad to investigate. I don't need to get involved at all."
He thought in his heart, persuading himself to give up that unnecessary curiosity. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like a chocolate is constantly scratching in my heart, and the desire to open the file bag becomes more urgent.
"Meow~"
Squinting his eyes and playing with the chocolate that sealed the calamity black stone ring, he let out a soft cry, and Jenkins' constant tangled attitude annoyed him too.
So the cat stood up and came to Jenkins' hand, rubbed the back of the man's hand with its side face, and then followed his gaze to look at the file bag.
"Chocolate, do you think I should open it?"
Jenkins muttered to himself, not really wanting an answer from the cat.
"Meow~"
The cat responded immediately, and then stepped on the document bag before Jenkins could react. With a wave of its little paw, the thin thread holding the paper buckle broke.
"Meow~"
It looked at Jenkins proudly.
"Chocolate, I didn't ask you to open it for me... well, you probably don't understand what I'm talking about."
As he spoke, he reached for the paper bag, and now it was Chocolate who opened it, not Jenkins. Jenkins just wanted to check if the files inside were corrupted by cat.
"I'm really shameless."
He said in his heart.
"Meow~"
Chocolate agrees too.
Although the father only entrusted the professor to translate a short passage, the professor wrote down the entire translation and puzzle-solving process because of his rigorous scientific research attitude.
So even if the amount of translation is small, what Jenkins sees after opening the brown paper bag is still a stack of documents. He turned the papers to the end before he saw the Kamal text and the corresponding modern language translation:
[I woke up from my sleep, everything disappeared, God's punishment has come, and fate has not blessed me.]
The original text is a black and white photo, and the black and white photo is another photo of being held. The edges of the photos within the photos were cracked and the photos were all glued back together. The photo above is an ancient tree, and such words were rudely engraved on the bark by people without public morality.
"Who woke up? God's punishment? Is there anyone else in the Kamel family who survived besides the couple?"
Jenkins thought of it in surprise, but he also understood that there is a high probability that this guy who carved on the tree reappeared the ring that should not have existed, otherwise Dad would have no reason to investigate this line of text.
Although there are many long-lived races in this world, there are very few races whose age can easily exceed a thousand years. If someone really lived from the end of the 16th era when Kamal was destroyed to the present, only elves, dragons, and elemental spirits can do it in a hurry based on Jenkins' knowledge. And these are the most powerful races at the top. If such alien species and God's punishment are mixed together, no matter how you think about it, you will know that there will be troubles in the future.