Subconsciously, he reached out to grab her arm, but quickly retracted it. It is known that Jenkins was in the material world just now, and he directly contacted Miss Silver Flute in the illusion of doomsday, and then he also came in; then assuming that he was in the illusion and contacted women in the real world, maybe Miss Silver Flute who finally got out will be pulled back.
But this is a good thing. After confirming that Miss Silver Flute is really not here, Jenkins immediately used [Real Phantom] to return to Loen, then activated the magnet in his closet, and then returned to the real Nolan.
Opening his eyes and seeing that it was a rainy night in early spring outside, Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief.
He left his own house again, climbed up to the second floor of the neighbor's house and entered her house through the window (the main door was locked by Jenkins just now), made a cup of tea, and only saw Miss Silver Flute returning from the moonlit night after 20 minutes .
The middle-aged woman was soaking wet, but she looked quite happy.
"Mr. Candle, I'm really glad to meet you. I don't care if you use my kitchen without permission."
"How did you come out of [Illusion of Doomsday] just now?"
Jenkins put down his teacup, more interested in the matter.
"I don't know. One second we were talking, and the next second I appeared in the attic of someone else's house. Fortunately, the family slept soundly, otherwise I would have to lie there for a while... No more, Mr. Candle, I'm leaving Nolan now!"
This is the coping method that Miss Yindi got after thinking about it. She learned from Jenkins not long ago that he had entered and exited the illusion of doomsday. The chosen one is pulled in and spit out until the target dies.
Although I don't know how much of this guess is true, but since every entry and exit is in the corresponding position, staying away from Nolan should be able to avoid being pulled in again.
"Mr. Candle, you saved my business, and I will repay you. But I have to leave now, this is my temporary address, I have something to go to here to find me recently. I will come back when this matter subsides ... Oh, it seems that the illusion of doomsday is gradually being superimposed on the real world. If I don't want to ignore it, it won't be long before the city of Nolan will completely become like that, and there will be no reality or illusion anymore.
So if you have time, please tell the church about this, I know you have friends in the church of the sages. "
After she finished speaking, she hurried away with her packed luggage, not even caring that Jenkins was standing at her house and did not leave.
Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Jenkins can only hope that Miss Yindi is safe. He does not hope to see the stone statue of Miss Yindi from the city illuminated by the yellow moon someday.
The crisis this time is no less than the crisis brought about by the skull sword. After all, if it really develops as expected, Nolan may be removed from the list. Jenkins was determined to fix it, but he didn't even know how to re-enter that world.
So after closing the door of the house for Miss Yindi, I went to the black market in the rain, and entrusted a broker to send the information about [Doomsday Illusion] and that strange place to the church.
A matter of this scale cannot be solved by one person alone, and his current strength is not enough to suppress the monsters in an entire city.
It was past eleven o'clock at night when we returned to Loen, Dolores had already gone to rest, and Alexia was still waiting for Jenkins to come back.
Jenkins described what happened that night in detail, and the short lady agreed with him. At the same time, she also has guesses about the distorted phenomena that Jenkins encountered in the strange world, which are related to the disaster at the end of the era:
"I heard from you a few months ago that at the end of each era, there will be a final disaster befalling the material world, so I began to look for relevant information. The so-called doomsday illusion seems to be the Disasters that can be vaguely seen were all thrown into one city, such as the poisonous fog and the yellow moon you mentioned, but we still know too little to find the corresponding era for each vision .”
Jenkins agrees with Alexia, and he's guessed that all the worlds of Warcraft come from worlds owned by the Overmind. He and the professor experienced an endless treacherous situation, and the theme of that treacherous situation was also disaster, so he guessed that there is a master with the power of time outside the material world.
Thinking about it this way, the strange situation that Miss Yindi experienced most likely came from the world of that ruler. This is a good opportunity. If possible, Jenkins really wants to understand carefully what kind of disasters and pains the ancestors of the material world have experienced in the past years.
Once the overlap between [Doomsday Illusion] and Nolan really happens, it will inevitably lead to the disappearance of the entire Nolan and even a worldwide disaster. Jenkins probably thought about this matter a little too deeply. In his dream at night, he once again dreamed of the decaying city, those strange monsters and the bright yellow moon.
Later, he dreamed of chocolate again, and the chocolate became taller than the mountain, and then swallowed the yellow moon in one gulp, and burped in satisfaction. Because the cat's face is so large, Jenkins can observe the quiver of each cat's hair, as well as the delicate expression of the cat's face in chocolate.
"What the hell is this dream~"
Waking up in the morning, Jenkins rubbed his forehead and asked himself, thinking that the reason for this dream was thinking day by day and dreaming at night. The cat was also woken by Jenkins sitting up, realizing it wasn't even six o'clock, and looked at him worriedly, worried that Jenkins wasn't getting enough sleep.
After waking up, he didn't feel sleepy anymore. He sat on the bed and stared at the spacious bedroom in a daze. The size of this bedroom is as large as the living room of his house in Nolan. After entering the door, there are desks and bookshelves facing the delicate glass windows. Sofa coffee table, and quite feminine style.
As for the bed he was lying on, he needed to walk up three small steps to the left from where the desk and bookshelves were located.
The bed was a large bed with curtains, and the pillars at the four corners hung the tulle. On the side facing the bed is a makeup table and a makeup mirror. There are three large mirrors and one small mirror, the largest one in the center, just a few feet away from touching the roof, and two smaller mirrors connected to it. And the makeup table is not a straight long table, it is slightly curved, so sitting on a small stool with a red upholstery facing the large mirror, the distance from the three mirrors is equal.
"This is definitely Dolores' former bedroom, which was given to me because I came."
It wasn't the first time he came to this conclusion. The first time he came here, Jenkins smelled the unique perfume Dolores used in the air.
"Oh, what was I thinking."
He scratched his hair and got out of bed to wash up. Looking back at his cat, he beckoned to ask if he wanted to follow. The cat, paralyzed on the bed like a strip, with its chin resting on the soft mattress, "meow~", Jenkins thought it was a sign I don't want to go.
It was still not six o'clock after washing up, so Jenkins went back to Nolan to try his luck and see if he could enter that weird doomsday world again. But no matter how he turned around at home, it was useless, so he simply wrote a letter to Hathaway explaining the [Illusion of Doom].
Right now, he still doesn't know the rules for pulling people into that fantasy world, so he still told Hathaway the truth out of the insurance mentality. The source of the information is the Church of the Sages. Now Hathaway knows that he is a scribe, and the Church will probably get information from the black market today. This explanation is flawless.
Naturally, he had to deliver the letter by himself. Yesterday was Friday, and Hathaway must have lived at home, as was the rule in Earl Hessa's house.
So Jenkins pretends to be himself on a morning walk, transforms into Nolan at five in the morning. It rained last night, and it was foggy this morning. The streets were smoggy, and the sun was about to rise in the spring morning, which made the street scene a little different.
It's a pity that only Jenkins can appreciate the streets of Nolan at five o'clock in the morning, because he didn't meet any pedestrians until he came near Hesha's mansion.
When I got into the alley, I frightened the two wild cats looking for food here, and they quickly disappeared to the other side of the alley. Jenkins watched them leave with some guilt, then looked up in the direction of Hathaway's bedroom, and sure enough, he saw that she was at home.
The envelope is a normal envelope, and the stamp is Jenkins' own stamp, so that normal letters don't need to take the risk to be delivered to Hathaway alone. Jenkins put it in the mailbox of Hesha's mansion and left.
Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to buy some soft bread at the bakery on the corner that just opened, and put it in the place where the two wild cats escaped just now.
"Obviously there are still many poor people who can't eat, but I bought expensive bread and put it next to the trash can. I really changed a lot... After I go back, I can donate to the Sage Church in Loen in my own name. No donations have been made in Loen."
Chocolate didn't follow because of laziness, and Jenkins walked on the street alone, his pace was much lighter. On the one hand, this is because there is no need to carry a big meatball called chocolate, and on the other hand, it is because there is no need to always pay attention to whether your cat is happy.
It was about forty minutes before six o'clock, but most of the shops facing the street were ready to open. Women carrying baskets to buy vegetables came to the street early, and the carriages carrying goods galloped on the empty road.
Jenkins watched all this with great interest, rejoicing in Nolan's peace today. But thinking of the addictive tobacco and the illusion of doomsday, I couldn't help but feel a little hazy again. Sighing, he looked at the gloomy sky covered in black mist, and then felt his shoes being hit lightly by something.