The question about the ability of the current unfinished product is not its unique acquisition method, but that Jenkins really has nothing to do with this disaster.
"I am not the cause of the disaster, why am I also qualified to draw strength from the disaster?"
He looked at the white gems on the slate and worried, while the cat gently patted the back of his hand with its paws to comfort him.
"If not all the documents we obtained have errors, then it may be that this matter is actually related to you, but we don't know it."
Alexia pointed out.
Of course, the short lady has other guesses, such as being absorbed by Jenkins’ calamity power is not Loen’s disaster, or the incomplete ability he has obtained now is not [Son of Disaster] at all, but because these possibilities are very small, so Alexia didn't bring it up.
No matter how depressed he is, the work of going to Nolan every day still needs to be carried out. After the conversation with Alexia was over, Jenkins returned to Nolan, the city he cared about, with chocolates.
Nolan, who temporarily lost Jenkins, is still very peaceful, in stark contrast to the chaotic Loen City. Sometimes Jenkins wondered if his own appearance brought the disaster to Loen, but the plan for the tree house was obviously well-prepared. All kinds of things happen.
Today's luck is very good, and I entered the illusion of doom after only half an hour around the city center. Looking at the huge bright yellow moon, Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go to the nearby clock tower to inquire about the steps of the second ceremony.
But suddenly he heard the sound of swallowing saliva, and looked around suspiciously, but found no monster larger than the red spider at his feet.
"Strange, is it possible that I have been under too much pressure recently, so I have auditory hallucinations?"
He muttered, not noticing that his cat was looking longingly at the moon.
Everything in the world of Doomsday Illusion remains the same, as if time here has stood still after Jenkins left. The old man with his mouth in his palm still looked the same, telling Jenkins the location, method, and space materials for the next ceremony in a monotonous and boring tone.
It took some time to hunt the monsters, and then he had to find Miss Magic in the real world and entrust her with the ceremony. The task of this day was basically completed.
Before saying goodbye to Miss Magic, she told Jenkins that she basically had a specific plan for chasing the Pirate King, so she asked Jenkins when he would have time.
"I have time anytime, but how many people have you called?"
Jenkins inquired.
"In addition to the two of us, there is also Mr. Hood. The silver flute was also coming, but I received a letter from her yesterday. She said that she has encountered troubles and will not be near the city of Nolan in the near future."
As the sun set, Jenkins walked alone on the streets of Nolan with his cat in his arms. After thinking about the big things in life and the little things about what he would eat at night, he went to the bar at the entrance of the black market to make sure he had received the letter.
Two people really sent letters to Mr. Candle, Mr. Black Cat from Turin and Mr. White Cat from Nolan. The former told Jenkins that those suspicious tobaccos were also found in Turin, but because the Orthodox Church had intervened, it was inconvenient for Mr. Black Cat to continue the investigation; the latter told Jenkins the specific time of chasing the aliens to obtain the materials, that is, this week Get Mr. Candle ready for the weekend.
"Today is Wednesday, and I will participate in Hathaway's game on Friday, and those evil alien creatures will be on the weekend. It looks like this week will be very busy."
It is now the middle of April, and in the first three months of this year, Jenkins has not had time to rest, and has been jumping back and forth in various plots and killings. Before I have time to enjoy the warmth of spring, I am forced to continue to experience winter in the cold northern country.
Jenkins actually doesn't hate winter, but experiencing a season for too long will inevitably feel a little tired.
This Wednesday night, he didn't do anything else, but sat alone on a stone chair under the flower shed of the manor to maintain his weapons. Although swords and staffs are Class C gifts, usually they will not be damaged by time or circumstances, but Jenkins is willing to do so, and occasionally allows himself to relax and not do anything.
While wiping his weapon with a cloth, he would look up at the starry sky above him from time to time. The cat curled up beside him obediently. For some reason, it would twitch occasionally while sleeping.
Such a relaxed environment can always calm people's hearts, and it also allows Jenkins, who is always busy, to have time to think about himself and examine himself. Quietly and vigorously, he wiped his sword with the cloth again and again, and then found that the blade had unknowingly cut the cloth in half.
"..."
He vigorously wiped his cane with half a piece of cloth. Now the cane is black all over, but it is not completely conical or cylindrical. Its surface has the unique bumps of the trunk of natural plants, and the wood grain is very obvious under the black skin.
"It's really quiet. I really enjoy such a peaceful life more."
He sighed softly, seeing the sweet sleeping cat curled up beside him, so he picked up his cane and tapped it lightly under the stone bench. On the lawn that was just showing buds, the branches and leaves began to grow upward at a speed visible to the naked eye. After reaching the level with the stone bench, it covered Chocolate's body horizontally like a quilt.
"Although there are some mysteries about its origin, this cane is really useful."
Jenkins thought with satisfaction, continuing to experience his peaceful life. But this peace didn't last long, neither did the sleep of the chocolate blowing the cool night wind, and they were disturbed by Julia rushing over.
The maid looked like she had rushed here from the manor with her skirt in her hand, and she was out of breath when she spoke:
"Mr. William, just received an urgent message from Berdyran and Turin. Two hours ago, the Kingdom of Cheslan officially declared war on the Kingdom of Fidetictli!"
The movement of Jenkins' hands stopped, and he looked at Julia suspiciously for a few seconds before he understood what she said. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he stood up and put his sword and staff back in his spirit, and then picked up the cat, which was throwing a tantrum because it was woken up.
"War, has it started? Just two hours ago?"
He confirmed it again.
"Yes, Mr. Williams, I think the war has already begun. If, as you said, the eighteenth century has come to an end, then this war may be the last battle of this century."
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The upper limit is still 22,000 words in 11 chapters.
The reward period starts at 6:00 am on February 17, 2020 (that is, now), and ends at 6:00 am on February 24, 2020! A total of seven days!
The reward period starts at 6:00 am on February 17, 2020 (that is, now), and ends at 6:00 am on February 24, 2020! A total of seven days!
The reward period starts at 6:00 am on February 17, 2020 (that is, now), and ends at 6:00 am on February 24, 2020! A total of seven days!
I will check the data within seven days through the background on the 24th to know the results.
For every 3,000 recommendation tickets, 300 monthly tickets, 10,000 tips (equivalent to 100 blades) plus one update, the upper limit is 11 chapters (22,000) words.
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