"But how is it possible? How could the last piece of metal be in the hands of Miss Capet?"
Jenkins watched in surprise as Miss Capet hung the piece of metal on her chest, and suspected that the coffee he drank had been added with hallucinogenic ingredients. He was quite sure that the piece in Miss Capet's hand was from the same source as the two pieces he owned. He was an apprentice in an antique shop and had a good observation of the color and texture of objects.
I was puzzled in my heart, and the more I looked at the side face of the woman, the more I felt that look was so familiar. Soon, Jenkins finally figured it out, it was exactly the same as his profile in the mirror. Familiarity does not come from others, but from oneself.
"Miss Capet... Is it my cousin?"
Dad talked about Miss Capet's life experience. She was an orphan adopted by the [Church of Everything and Nature] and lived in the church since she was a child. If the possibility that she picked up the metal block pendant from other places is excluded, then the possibility that she is a relative of the William family is very high.
It seems that similar to the descendants of the second brother among the three brothers, the descendants of the eldest brother also suffered accidents.
"But how could it be? Miss Capet..."
He couldn't help pressing his forehead, and then let it go suddenly:
"Wait, is she a relative of the Williams family? Does it have anything to do with me?"
Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be the case, except for writing an extra greeting card every year at the end of the year, it doesn't seem to matter. So he turned the pages of the magazine in his hand and pretended to continue reading, thinking in his heart that Miss Capet's name might be on the brochure left by Miss Broniones.
"This is really interesting. When I come back from Ruen, I must tell my family about this, and they will be very happy."
With such a good mood, he drank all the coffee in the cup in one go, and then choked because the sugar at the bottom was not stirred.
He coughed several times, and was even suspected by the guests behind him that he had the spring flu. Jenkins hurriedly apologized to the people around him, and then called the waiter to prepare for the bill.
Seeing that the sun was still early, I went to the Nolan post office before returning to Loen, wanting to see the wall where the slate "Doomsday Verse" was found. But because of recent repairs, that wall has been knocked down, and Jenkins can't see anything.
He was still curious about the slate, so he went into the alley and used [Read and Write] to construct an identical slate, to see if he could find some new clues.
It's just that this slate just appeared, and Jenkins felt something was wrong. He stopped and frowned and looked at the stone held in one hand, capturing the different feeling just now in his heart.
That feeling was very strange. When the stone slab in his hand was shaped according to the original shape, he had a feeling that he had "completed the manufacture" in his heart.
Just like the difference between painting a tree with a paintbrush for ten minutes and painting a tree in ten minutes, Jenkins' feeling of making this slate is not "I made something with unknown meaning" but "I Made something unique."
"What strange feeling is this?"
he asked himself, before throwing the rock upward and smashing it with his fist. Then continue to walk, and then [read and write] out the exact same stone slab again. Sure enough, after the stone slab was formed, that wonderful feeling reappeared.
"It's not an illusion."
He walked with his head down, grasping the wonderful feeling of that moment just now. The alley is not long, and soon came out from the other end. As soon as he stepped out of the alley, he felt dark in front of his eyes, and immediately suspected that the nearby lamppost was broken, but immediately remembered that it was only noon.
"eclipse?"
Of course it wasn't a solar eclipse, as he completely walked out of the alley, the empty dark street came into view. There are rotting corpses piled up on the street, and most of the shops on both sides have sealed the doors and windows with crooked old wooden boards. There was only half of the steam pipe left on the wall, dripping sewage downwards, and the weird-shaped creeper next to the pipe almost covered the entire wall.
There are cobwebs everywhere in the corners, and spiders the size of Jenkins' fist make a rustling sound as they crawl. The ground was uneven, and sewage and blood had accumulated in the pits, reflecting bright yellow light.
Looking up towards the east where the street extends, there is a five-fork intersection not far away. The five-storey tower facing the street has completely lost any traces of whitewash, exposing the uneven masonry wall.
Behind the tower was a dark night sky and a huge yellow moon, so big it looked like it was about to hit the ground. The bright yellow moon exudes a gloomy light, illuminating all the terrible things in front of him, and also illuminating the doubtful cat standing on Jenkins' shoulder.
"..."
Jenkins looked at everything in front of him silently, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and the ice particles that had just condensed in the humid air were ejected at a very high speed. It directly penetrated the colorful spider on the wall next to it, and the green ** and strong stench immediately exploded in all directions.
"Is it a hallucination..."
He couldn't judge everything in front of him, so he stepped on the stagnant water to the other side of the street, found a relatively clean place to sit down, and then projected to Ruen.
Everything went smoothly. After appearing in the living room of the manor, outside the window was the sunny early spring scenery, and the city of Loen in the distance shone brightly in the sun. The maids who happened to be sweeping the floors came in, saw Jenkins standing there, and immediately bowed to him.
Nothing in Ruen has changed, it's normal here.
Returning to Nolan again, the dim and decaying street scene and the huge bright yellow moon in the sky have not changed. Chocolat stood aside and kicked away a dead spider with no trauma, and then rubbed Jenkins' hand affectionately.
"So, what's going on here?"
The yellow moon should have disappeared in the ancient era, and the city of Nolan should not have decayed like this. Looking at the street scene, Jenkins remained silent for a long time, and it took him a long time to recover from the beast-like roar behind him.
Turning around, an indescribable humanoid creature came staggeringly from the other side of the street. It was at least twice as tall as Jenkins, very thin and all of its skin was black. The body was wrapped in tattered black gauze, and some of the clothes even fused with the skin.
The body is tall but the head is small, the left hand droops unnaturally, and the right hand holds a rusty machete. Walking unsteadily towards Jenkins, he made the sound of a beast deterrent. When he was five steps away from Jenkins, he made an obvious retreating movement, and then rushed forward, with the scimitar in his hand. It hit Jenkins on the head with force.
Clang~
The white holy sword was raised above his head and collided with the rusty black scimitar. Jenkins' hands holding the scimitar shook violently, and the weapon almost fell out of his hands. The strength of the opponent was really amazing.
As if startled by Jenkins' block, the opponent's movements paused for a second, and Jenkins immediately lifted the sword upwards, causing the scimitar to be bounced. Then he retreated his right leg to lower his center of gravity, and stabbed forward with both hands holding the sword.
This blow unexpectedly didn't pierce the opponent's skin, but pushed it backwards and fell down. Jenkins took a deep breath, recalling the superficial swordsmanship he learned in Miss Bevanna's fighting class. He still held the sword in both hands, straightened up and twisted his waist, and turned his body 180 degrees in situ with his feet. After reaching the peak, he slammed down hard.
Amidst the loud noise, his sword split half of the fallen opponent's body, and even left deep marks on the ground.
The thing on the ground, I don't know if it is human, was killed by this heavy blow. But the way it "died" didn't mean that the sky wanted to borrow five hundred years, but lay there twitching, and the ashes scattered into soot disappeared.
"What the hell is going on? Where is this place? What was that monster just now?"
Jenkins watched the corpse disappear, then tilted his head to look in the direction it came from, but still couldn't find any clues. He stood still and thought for a while, and summoned the unicorn.
The little beast came to his side smoothly, but was also frightened by this terrible scene. It bent its legs tremblingly to let Jenkins step on it, but when it flapped its wings to take off, it looked at the sky suspiciously, and paced back and forth on the ground impatiently, but it couldn't fly.
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously, but just like he didn't understand cat language, he also didn't understand unicorn language. After trying several times, he reluctantly let the unicorn go back first, and then used the sword to carve obvious sword marks on the wall of the building beside him as a mark, and then walked along the street with the curious cat.
Judging from the urban planning and the vaguely visible shop signs, this is still Nolan, but it looks much dilapidated and decayed. Under the yellow moonlight, the whole city was eerily quiet. Jenkins walked forward from this street until he reached the turn, without encountering any accidents again. When he left the range of this street, the light of the sun suddenly shone from the top of his head, and at the same time, the noise of the noisy city entered his ears.
In just an instant, the dilapidated and dimly lit city turned into Nolan, the most famous seaport city on the west coast. Jenkins holding the sword stood behind the mailbox on the corner of the street. Seeing this, he immediately put away the sword, and then looked around to see if there was any sewage on the ground or the yellow moon above his head.
Everything just now seemed to be an illusion, and when Jenkins walked the route in and out of the decaying city again, he never encountered a similar phenomenon.
The wall that was deeply scratched by his sword is now the side wall of the open tobacco shop. There is also a smaller window next to it, which is used to display expensive ceramic snuff bottles with enamelling work.
Of course, there are no sword marks here.
PS: It has been 3K per chapter for three consecutive days, has anyone noticed...