"Magic conch? A batch?"
Miss Yindi almost screamed and repeated.
"Yes, a batch."
Mr. White Cat nodded:
"Some time ago, my fortune-telling friend had a premonition that there would be a catastrophe in Nolan, so he went to the sea with me to seek refuge. Therefore, I was not in the city on the day the angel fell. We originally wanted to go on vacation for a while , but encountered some... very strange things at sea, it was a very wonderful story. In short, we found an ancient shipwreck and gained something from the shipwreck."
Seeing that no one spoke, he continued to ask:
"I think you also know the value of [Magic Conch]. I'm here to assure you that no matter whether the final operation goes well or not, as long as you participate, you can get a conch."
This is a very compelling condition, but no one can make an immediate decision in the face of a heterogeneous species that doesn't understand the situation.
In the end, Mr. White Cat could only suggest that he could wait for everyone for a while, and on Monday next week, he would publish an advertisement in the newspaper looking for his cousin. Those present at that time who wish to attend may write to the address on the advertisement.
"If you don't participate, I can only risk going to the black market to hire people. To be honest, although those people are cheap enough, it's really hard to find people who are completely trustworthy."
Jenkins almost blurted out, introducing the huntress to him, but stopped himself abruptly. He also knew the value of [Magic Conch], but he always had an ominous premonition about this matter, as if it would definitely cause a terrible disaster.
"Is this an illusion, or has my divination finally improved?"
Next came Miss Silverpipe, Jenkins' genial neighbor. When she spoke, everyone was shocked:
"I found a strange entrance in the city last week, is anyone interested in going to see it together?"
"In the city?"
"Yes, and the entrance is relatively stable. I think it can exist for at least a week or two. I'm going to explore by myself, and I'm worried that something will go wrong. How about it, is anyone willing to participate in the operation?"
This is a more dangerous action than Mr. Hood's action. Although Jenkins has frequently appeared in the strange world with a frequency of once a half month in the past six months, in fact, most of the bestowers may not have so many times in their lives.
Of course, no one had a reason to take part in the action, and even Jenkins gave up after a moment of thought. But he suggested again that Miss Yindi could sell the news to the Orthodox Church. In this way, she would not have to worry about the strange things inside coming to the material world after the collapse of the Paradise, and could make a safe profit.
"Mr. Candle, you didn't join the church recently, did you? I found that today is the second time you have proposed to sell the news to the church."
Miss Yindi joked.
"This is just for safety. The city has already been under too much pressure. I don't want Nolan to suffer another disaster because of our actions. To be honest, this place is dangerous enough, and there is no need for more dangerous things to happen. .”
What he said was also reasonable, and Miss Yindi nodded and stopped dwelling on this issue. Of course, compared with the information provided by others, her information was a bit too thin, so she said another thing:
"I have information from Beldylan. My friend told me that the two countries will go to war next Friday, and the Kingdom of Fidiktli will officially submit the war letter at that time."
"Huh? Sorry, you said..."
Mr. Hood asked incredulously.
"Yes, next Friday, the Kingdom of Fidiktli will officially start a war with the Kingdom of Cheslan. If you have relatives or friends who live on the eastern border of the kingdom, it is best to persuade them to move as soon as possible. Once this war starts, no one knows what will happen. Time will end."
"Why is it next week? I thought it would be delayed until at least the summer. After all, neither country is well prepared for war."
This was Jenkins' question, but he did not doubt Miss Silver Flute's information. After all, he knew that Miss Silver Flute had a connection with Miss Windsor, and the latter's news about this country was completely trustworthy.
"There are many reasons, and I can't tell you the specific things. It's probably related to the Queen's health, the civil strife in Cheslan, and the turmoil that broke out in the city of Loen, the Kingdom of Hampavo in the north. Now the entire continent is in chaos. , Maybe the nobles of the kingdom think that if we continue to delay, we don’t know what will happen.”
Miss Yindi said indifferently, she didn't have any opinion on war or not.
"But this kind of news, you just tell us like this, is it really okay?"
Miss Magic asked hesitantly. Among the people present, she has the closest relationship with Miss Yindi.
"It doesn't matter, no one will believe it anyway. If you care about current affairs, you know that every day you will make a statement in the newspaper, saying that you have got inside information and know the exact date of the war. In fact, this is all grandstanding... "
"There are also some sent by the kingdom to confuse the public."
Hathaway added.
Her father, Earl Hessa, was an important member of the navy and knew something about this.
"Right, that is it."
Miss Silver Flute nodded, of course, because she was wearing a hood, this movement was not obvious:
"So when I tell you this news, there is no need to worry that you will spread it everywhere. Because I believe that many of you should even doubt the specific date I provided."
She shrugged, indicating that her news was over here.
"Anyway, I believe it."
Jenkins thought silently in his heart, and then thought about how the war between the two countries might affect him.
"Perhaps it will be more difficult for smuggling ships to come to Nolan, right? So the prices on the black market will rise again."
This is the most troublesome thing he can think of right now.
Finally it was Hathaway's turn, and before he could speak, Miss Magic asked:
"You don't want to call us to do something, do you?"
"… Yes."
Hathaway admitted, and before Miss Magic spoke again:
"I don't know why today is such a coincidence that everyone has such a thing. But mine is neither dangerous nor difficult, yes, that's it."
After speaking, he asked:
"Do you know B-11-1-0299? It's [a story within a story]."
Everyone, including Jenkins, shook their heads. Jenkins really didn't know, but he didn't know what happened to the others.
"That's right, the Type B extraordinary event corresponding to this number is quite rare. More precisely, this kind of event will only appear at the end of each era."