Jenkins remained silent. If it weren't for the peculiarity of his eyes, he might have thought it was some kind of strange ritual from the book.
But this is impossible, and all rituals must involve spiritual material, or direct communication with the gods in some way. That's why it is possible to gain the power to change the rules of ordinary physics through rituals.
But the whole process just now was just using mortal things. What's worse, that strong smell of blood, is there something like that bullet/bullet that Dad checked this morning
After the climax of the performance, the baron used the same method to make a silver spoon and a jeweled brooch float in the air. Young men and women cheered one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became frenzied.
But after that, there was no "MLM" speech that Jenkins expected, nor did the baron pretending to be mysterious announce the truth of the matter, so the dance came to an abrupt end. This is really just a gathering of mysticism lovers.
Walking out of the manor side by side with Miss Hesha, the carriage she hired was still parked there.
"Odd, very odd."
Jenkins thought in his heart, after watching the baron's performance, he was very disturbed.
The carriage moved slowly/forward, but instead of returning directly to the city, it turned into a remote path, and finally went straight into the woods.
"Give."
The red-haired girl threw a very familiar silver metal piece, which was the make-up charm of the elegant lady last time.
"What are you going to do again?"
Jenkins asked puzzled.
"I want that melody."
Jenkins frowned hesitantly, "I'm sorry, but I still want to ask. Miss Hesha, aren't you a believer in Mother Earth? Why do you care so much about these things related to music? Oh, I remember a few days ago, you When you were hunted down by the Orthodox Church, it seemed that you were a false god [Wan Miao Yue Zhang]... "
She put her finger on Jenkins' lips, and the man stopped opening and closing his mouth immediately.
"I'm a mixed believer, do you have any objections?"
This sentence was not as strong as before, and the word "mixed believer" could hardly be heard.
Jenkins has also learned that superficial believers account for the majority of believers in this world, unbelievers will be despised by everyone, believers in false gods have a slightly lower social status, and mixed believers believe in a false god and a righteous one. Believers in God are often regarded as crime prevention targets, and even neighbors are reluctant to talk to such people.
This is very reasonable. Originally, believing in two different gods means that the belief is not pure, but the belief that one is true and the other is false shows that this gentleman or lady has ulterior motives.
Jenkins didn't know how believers in false gods viewed mixed believers, but the Orthodox Church rejected any help to them.
"I respect your beliefs and don't express any opinions, as long as you are a good person."
Jenkins raised his hand to show that he really didn't care.
"Really? You are so naive!"
There seemed to be some wetness in the girl's eyes, and the identity of a crooked believer seemed to be understood better than Jenkins...
"Please don't cry here, I won't comfort people."
He said directly, but was slapped on the shoulder by the girl.
"You'll never find a woman to spend your life with without someone else's help. Well, let's go!"
After finishing speaking, she jumped out of the carriage first, leaving only Jenkins looking at her back suspiciously.
"Strange, I don't even care that she is a mixed believer, why does she still mock me?"
The two quickly walked through the woods, and carefully touched the periphery of the manor in the shadows. Because the guests left, most of the servants were cleaning up the dance scene indoors, and the two sneaked into the room smoothly.
Just like last time, Jenkins dreamed of leaving the body to see if there was anyone behind the wall, and Miss Hesha used a requiem to put people who could not escape to sleep.
I checked as I walked, but I still couldn't find the record.
"Hey, don't you have the ability to detect treasures? What are you waiting for?"
Miss Hesha patted Jenkins on the back and asked in a low voice.
"how do you know… "
"Stop pretending, little rookie, last time we acted together, I have almost figured out your abilities."
He couldn't hide his pride in his deliberately low voice.
"Okay, okay."
Jenkins nodded helplessly, tapped his temple, and glanced up, down, left, and right.
Fortunately, the location where the golden light is located is only separated from the current standing place by a wall, so it can still be seen.
Walking quickly to the second floor like thieves, Miss Hesha's requiem stunned the baron who was packing up the records, and the two immediately approached the room.
"Take it away directly?"
Jenkins asked, reaching up and tearing the floral tablecloth off a side table.
"Need not."
She walked quickly to the disc, opened her sleeves to reveal her snow-white wrist, and brought the bracelet that was tightly clasped around her wrist, which seemed to be made of silver thread, close to the record, and with a light touch, the bracelet itself The golden light is more vigorous.
"Some similar items have the characteristic of devouring each other, but after the devouring is over, the malicious characteristics will also be amplified."
She explained softly that Jenkins had indeed not heard of the incident.
"But… "
"There is nothing wrong with it. This is a fact that only high-level bestowers can know. In order to prevent people from creating even worse items because of greed. And ABC items that can be numbered are hard to find... Okay, let's go."
She didn't explain in detail, but Jenkins didn't move.
"Put it on."
Tear the tablecloth into pieces, throw one piece to the girl, and put another piece directly around the face.
The red-haired girl didn't know what Jenkins wanted to do, but she had achieved her goal, so she raised her hand and wrapped the tablecloth around the lower part of her face.
He took out a black pistol from his waist and slapped the Baron in the face.
He woke up immediately.
click~
The insurance was opened by Jenkins, and the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the baron's forehead. He immediately understood what happened here.
"If you want gold pounds, I have some change and some jewelry in the safe in the left room on the second floor."
"Huh~"
Jenkins reached for the leather wallet from him, but the muzzle remained on.
"Just now we have been hiding by the side, your 'little magic' seems very magical?"
When he said this, he intentionally used the tone of the local dialect of his hometown before crossing, and with the mask on his disguised face, it was easy for people to misunderstand that these two were habitual robbers from other places.
"It was given to me by my friend Cowan!"
The baron confessed without hesitation.