Miss Magic didn't ask for Jenkins' money, but talked about the Pirate King again. She is already making preparations, but she is still not sure how many people she can gather, so she must ensure that she has reliable helpers.
So, if Jenkins can promise now that it will show up then, she can tell Jenkins what the "Catastrophe Canto" is right away.
"Of course, if you can find your 'friends', I can even reveal some unspeakable secrets."
She should be referring to the same believers in lies as "Mr. Candle".
If Jenkins really found those people, he would certainly do it, but it was all a lie.
"Working with people like us, you don't seem to have much grudges in your heart."
he sarcastically said.
"Why do you have a grudge? Your gods don't know evil gods, and you have never killed innocent people or done evil things. You are just spreading lies, aren't you?"
Jenkins pretended to hesitate and thought for a while, and then agreed to participate in Miss Magic's "Pirate King Fermisau Crusade". Miss Magic also kept her promise. After coughing, she asked a question first:
"Do you know the mad poet Cavendish?"
"If you're talking about the famous mad poet from the fifteenth era, I know... But is his name Cavendish? I don't know that."
"It's him. The Disaster Poetry is related to him. Mr. Candle, I don't know how much you know about that lunatic who was nearly ten thousand years ago, but there is one fact that you must first understand. The mad poet Cavendish and I share the same beliefs."
Jenkins really didn't expect this, he adjusted his sitting posture, ready to listen to a wonderful story.
"This is a disgrace in the history of the sect, but you should also understand that in any organization, there will inevitably be some people who are different. The mad poet is the most deviant in the history of the sect. In that era, he did countless crazy things, and was even declared by God himself to have deviated from the faith and refused to recognize him as a believer.”
"is it so serious?"
Jenkins didn't think such "little things" deserved to be spoken by God himself.
"Of course it's worth it. The era when the mad poet was active was at the end of the 15th century. In that chaotic era, he created more chaos and disasters, and the number of deaths caused by this was even more than the current resident population of Nolan... Excluding those without a citizenship number."
Miss Magic paused at this point, giving Mr. Candle enough time to think. She saw Mr. Candle's cat playing on the coffee table, trying to peel the orange with its sharp claws.
"In order to erase the shame of the sect, at the end of the fifteenth century, my ancestors kept hunting him down. As for this..."
Miss Magic pointed to the slate on the table.
"The prototype of this thing is the main weapon of the mad poet Cavendish in the later stage of his activities, "Catastrophe Poems". According to sect legend, the authentic book has the function of drawing power from disasters."
"So the real "Catastrophe Canto" is a numbered item?"
Jenkins asked immediately, which was what he had been guessing all along.
"No, that book is not an item, it should be regarded as a part of the ability. For example, the ability you used to turn people into gears, isn't it manifested as a miner's lamp? But that miner's lamp is not a numbered item."
This metaphor is quite appropriate, and Jenkins understood the meaning immediately.
This is all the knowledge that Jenkins promised in exchange for, but the key questions, such as "Why did the tree house come to grab a useless replica", "Why did I feel strange when I made this stone", still Not answered.
Thinking that instead of spending a lot of time looking for it from other places, it would be better to get the answer directly from Miss Magic, so he offered to know the secrets she didn't say.
"My church members are all busy and unable to participate in the action against Pirate King Fermixiu. You can make other requests, and cash is also fine, but if the amount is too large, I may need to raise it for a while."
Seeing the sincerity of what he said, Miss Magic asked Jenkins to talk about what he could offer for the sake of being friends. Jenkins then took out a tree root obtained from the silver cube seal, that is, the thing that can give the devourer a blank bubble with a certain chance, and Miss Magic did not bargain, and immediately agreed to use this as a transaction.
"Mr. Candle, don't think I'm greedy. What I'm going to talk about next is absolutely worth the money. The ability corresponding to the "Catastrophe Poetry" is a rare and unique ability, that is to say, at the same time, only There can be one person who possesses this ability. When the mad poet obtained this ability, he had not been excommunicated by the gods, and his degree of madness at that time was not as good as those sensational records later. The specific place and time of obtaining this ability are now unknown. People can know, but the mad poet's madness does mostly come from this."
With a serious face, she tapped the slate again.
"But the sect I belong to has kept some materials related to this dangerous ability. When I was researching the particularity of the unique ability, I read that part of the data, so I know part of the conditions for obtaining that ability—you need to hold a The replica of the "Catastrophe Canto", the appearance similarity, especially the similarity of these five depressions, must be higher than 98 percent."
"So that's the case. Then, what conditions are needed to acquire that ability, and what is the corresponding ceremony like?"
Jenkins was extremely curious, but Miss Magic shook her head:
"How can you think that we have preserved such dangerous knowledge? How can you think that the mad poet told the sect all his secrets? How can you think that after nearly ten thousand years, we can still Do you keep complete records? Sorry, Mr. Candle, I don't think you can get an answer from me."
Perhaps because she misunderstood Jenkins' curiosity and mistook it for greed for terrifying power, Miss Magic's attitude suddenly became much colder. But when it comes to mad poets, she's still willing to say something.
Jenkins mentioned the death of the mad poet he heard from Alexia yesterday, and Miss Magic affirmed his news:
"This is similar to the information I have seen. He probably died like this. Do you know, Mr. Candle, since the mad poet died in the Northland in the 15th century, my sect has been keeping people in the north to prevent that The polluting power of the Madman is revived. It has been a tradition from the 15th to the 18th, and to this day there are men in charge of it in the Far North."
This reminded Jenkins that after he was transferred to the north because of chocolate, the companion he met in the strange world used exactly the same magical ability as Miss Magic.
This made him suspect that the lady who called herself "Miss Glasses" was the one in charge of inspecting the Northern Blessers of the [God of Mystery and Ritual] sect mentioned by Miss Magic. And if this is the case, there may be more things about mad poets in Miss Glasses' inheritance.
In this way, the mad poet's strange mechanism and the mysterious stone "Catastrophe Canto" are combined into one. Continue to check along this line. The next step is to find Miss Glasses again and confirm whether she really has the information Jenkins wants to know.
Although Miss Glasses works under Dolores, when it comes to such sensitive issues, Jenkins can't guarantee that she will tell everything she knows.
So she revealed to Miss Magic that she wanted to ask her churchmates for news. Miss Magic nodded to express her understanding, but her sect did not have any fixed tokens to identify her identity. , gathered from all over the mainland to meet and exchange news.
The believers of [God of Ritual and Mystery] do not have a strict management organization. They are scattered all over the continent. If there are no believers of this god around, then deliberately looking for it is basically the same as finding a needle in a haystack.
No way, Jenkins could only try it out, and told Alexia and Dolores what he had gained today during dinner. Dolores immediately said that she could write to Miss Glasses to inquire, but Jenkins thought it would be better to meet her in person.
In this way, at least lies and truth can be easily distinguished.
It may take two or three days to call Miss Glasses from Hot Spring Town to Loen. But at least the traces of the investigation have not been broken, and Jenkins has enough patience to wait.
After dinner, Jenkins called out the unicorn, and together with Alexia, took Dolores and Julia to visit the ice and snow palace hidden in the snow mountain.
Jenkins purchased additional spiritual magnets in Loen, handled them according to the method taught by Miss Magic, and left one of them in the palace to achieve fast movement.
Dolores seemed to like it quite a lot. The four of them walked around every corner of the palace while chatting. Julia also suggested storing some non-perishable food here.
The internal area of this building complex is three times that of the external observation area, and it is only slightly smaller than the palace complex of the Stuart royal family in the center of Loen. If it weren't for the special origin, Jenkins actually thought about buying a piece of land by himself and living in this palace.
But neither the wallet nor the reality allowed him to do this. Jenkins would leave Loen in a month, and he would leave the building and the snowman servants inside to Dolores and Alexia. In this way, no matter what happens in the future, at least they still have the safest shelter.