It was rare for the old elf to say such a long sentence at once, and his expression was very serious, so Jenkins tried very hard to analyze his meaning.
"So, the last theme of this era is not [Steam] as revealed in "The Epic of Time"?"
"No, [The Epic of Time] gives the most accurate future records, but they are not comprehensive. Can you understand, Jenkins, sometimes, incomplete truth is more terrifying than pure lies."
Jenkins certainly understands this, after all, he himself is the best at it.
Before leaving the elf's house, the old elf also asked Jenkins when he planned to configure the elf's potion. Jenkins was ready now, so he calculated the phases of the moon and decided to start preparations on the night of the next full moon, which is the beginning of the next month.
"You will be satisfied."
The elf said expectantly.
"You mean, I can find out the secret of the Williams family?"
"Who knows?"
The elves still refused to disclose this information.
After leaving the old elf's house, Jenkins summoned the unicorn to fly him to his home, and he finally decided to hold the ceremony in his basement.
Naturally, there is no shortage of wood in the home, and there are still a lot of firewood left in winter. After getting out the bonfire, he used the heat and cold of the Inextinguishable Fire and Frost Fist to deal with the mercury.
After the mercury was applied to the writing, no abnormal characters appeared. Jenkins could only sit down in front of the burning campfire, glanced at the waiting cat by the wall, and turned to the first page of the book.
There is no table of contents in this book, and the first page is the beginning of the first story. Clearing his throat, he read:
"At the beginning of the 15th century, the Rodier Empire..."
There is no problem with this idea. When Jenkins read the book coated with mercury, a strange voice came from the flame in front of him. Write down the next line to be read, and while slowing down the speed of the voice, he raised his head quickly, and then saw the flames that were originally quietly burning soaring into the sky, licking the top of the basement.
In the orange flames, one picture after another quickly flashed. It was so blurry at first that Jenkins couldn't even make out what the images depicted. And as the flickering speed of the screen became slower and slower, it finally froze on a familiar scene.
The main character in the picture in the flames is Jenkins. He is sitting alone on the left half of the picture. The tone is dark there. It is his own study room. He is writing on the manuscript with a pen. Judging from the layout of the room, it is obvious It was the scene when he wrote "Story Collection of Stranger" last year; while the right half of the picture is beautiful and bright, it is a quite lively dance scene, young gentlemen and girls are dressed in fashionable clothes, showing the enthusiasm of young people to their heart's content.
"What does this mean?"
Jenkins thought suspiciously, lowered his head and continued to study. This book is not thick, and each story is short and focuses on the ending rather than the process. He estimated that it should not be a problem to read it in an hour and a half.
When Jenkins lowered his head, the light on the writing was changing, which meant that the flame in front of him was flickering.
The crackling sound of burning was quickly replaced by another sound of bees buzzing, and Jenkins paused for a long time before he realized that it was a large number of people talking.
He quickly memorized the next sentence to be read again, and when he looked up, he realized that this was not his basement, but the lively dance scene he had just seen.
Everyone was dancing enthusiastically, and the loud music made the heart beat faster. Jenkins, who was sitting on the floor holding a torn book, looked like a stranger, but fortunately, those dancing people subconsciously avoided him.
Jenkins is not going to bother with all this, anyway, just read everything in front of him.
Suddenly, the sound of dense high-heeled shoes was heard again, and the five beautiful girls seemed to have just noticed Jenkins sitting, dancing and circling to his side, and surrounded him.
The high heels of the girls stepped on the ground with a passionate rhythm, and the turning posture made the beautiful skirts fly up, allowing Jenkins who was sitting to see the beautiful silk wa and part of the silk stockings of each girl.
"It's really a magical era, and silk stockings can be so fine."
The nose can smell a faint scent of perfume, which happens to be Jenkins' favorite floral scent.
"Would you like to dance a song, sir?"
The girls smiled and extended the invitation one by one, but Jenkins ignored it and continued to stare at his book.
"If this is a test, then it's a bit too simple~"
He licked his fingers and turned the book to the next page, then rubbed his nose, which was a little sensitive to the girls' perfume. With a soft bang, the dance scene disappeared, and Jenkins returned to his damp and cold basement again.
Suddenly the lively sound disappeared, making the empty basement seem eerily quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his cat fiddling with the black ring, Jenkins nodded and continued reading.
The fire made a crackling sound, and Jenkins was unwilling to look up to see what had changed, but the fire actually used shadows directly to project a paper-cut scene on the blank space of the page.
Although there are only black and white, no, only black and yellow, because the pages of the book are yellowed, but it can accurately express the complex scene.
It is also divided into left and right sides. The shadow on the left looks like Jenkins, walking alone on the deserted street with an umbrella in the gloomy night, and someone is waiting for him in the alley far away. If Jenkins remembers correctly, it should be a vampire in ambush; and on the right side of the picture, instead of using shadows, the characters are depicted on yellowed paper pages. It seems to be the dinner scene at William's house, except for Jenkins Besides, even big brother Newt Williams, who wasn't supposed to be in Nolan at that point in time, was home.
"Is this also a test?"
If it wasn't for the need to continue studying, Jenkins really wanted to sneer to express the ridicule in his heart. But he didn't expect that as he thought this way, the warm scene on the right immediately changed. The silhouette of Hathaway Britney appeared in the blank space of the book page. The two girls were sitting at the long dining table, seeming to be having a conversation .
The strange buzzing sound reappeared, and after it subsided, Jenkins naturally came to a well-decorated dining room from his basement.
Hathaway and Britney sat opposite each other at the long dining table, dressed in homely attire.
Jenkins could hear their voices now, and the girls were talking about the rest of their lives, thinking about the days after marriage—with Jenkins.