Although the above are just guesses, they are extremely likely, especially the person who left the slate, which definitely shows the weirdness of the mad poet.
This is very worthy of investigation, and the investigation of the gods' beliefs is naturally left to Jenkins. After dinner, Alexia went to check Mr. Corpse's body, and Jenkins returned to Nolan to see the professor again, and gave the question to the professor. Unexpectedly, the professor gave him the answer without even reading the book.
"This question is very simple. If you carefully trace the context of history, you will find that not all the gods are ancient, and some gods are most likely only in the past thousand years..."
The professor paused and gave Jenkins a look. He didn't dare to continue, because those words were blasphemy.
"Someone in the church has done similar research. Although this kind of research is not suitable for the public, some papers can be found in the library. As for the great man who spread the faith after the end of the 15th century and before the end of the 16th century, there is only one answer. You, that [Circling Mist], the master of mist and spices... What are you asking for? Has the Ruen Diocese made any new progress in the investigation of special tobacco?"
Jenkins did not answer the professor's question, thanked him and left his home. I came to the street in a daze, feeling that behind the world, there is a faint line running through everything. The church has made it clear that [Circling Mist] is not an evil god, and the abnormal cigarette incident was done by some non-believers and a small number of believers in the [Smell and Appreciation Committee], and defeated the mad poet of the fifteenth era, successfully saved the world and became a god Yes, it happens to be this god again.
"But how do I contact this god to ask about the mad poet? Even through his believers, I have to travel thousands of miles to the other side of the continent, and that god may not be willing to see me. Walked into a dead end again... "
For a while, I was a little distressed, and the investigation about mad poets, strange machines and disaster poems seemed to be disconnected. Jenkins stood at the corner of the street blankly and thought for a while, and decided to collect the body of the benefactor who left the sound-absorbing stone first, and then return to Loen and Alexia to discuss the direction of the next investigation.
No. 3 Kelanger Lane is a very ordinary building in the east of Nolan, and there are also very ordinary people living in it. When Jenkins found this place, the lights were still on inside, so he could only wait patiently for a long time, and only after the family had talked enough about the war in the eastern part of the kingdom and fell asleep, he picked the lock and slipped in carefully.
Because it is a house in an alley, the area of the basement is not too large. After a glance, he didn't see the secret door, so he caught the aura with the eyes of reality, and sure enough, he saw the light in the underground position.
He searched for the hidden door according to the location, and easily found an imperceptible soft wall panel in the corner. After taking the wall panel apart, there was a lever inside. After pulling the lever, a trapdoor quietly appeared on the ground.
Holding a candle and entering the dark room through the trap door, he saw the mummy lying on the table at a glance. The dark room is arranged like a narrow study room, with bookshelves on three walls, and the bookshelves surround the desk and chair, and there is no other furniture here.
Patiently making sure there was no curse attached to the body, Jenkins carefully closed the trapdoor above his head and jumped down from the rope ladder. He lit the candle on the desk and saw a suicide note on the desk.
The content is probably lamenting that I shouldn't be greedy. After reading about the burial place of the mad poet in an ancient book, I went to look for possible treasures. In the suicide note, he thanked the latecomers who came to collect the body, and stated his desired burial place. Before he died, he was cursed. If he was buried immediately, the land around the cemetery would be polluted, so he could only arrange a ritual to imprison the curse in the underground darkroom, and then eliminate all this through the time after death.
As a reward for collecting the body, the latecomer can take away everything in this dark room. The owner of the suicide note finally hopes that the latecomer will not be blinded by greed like himself, and end up in the same fate as him.
"This is a good guy, just bad luck."
Jenkins said, and then thought that there might be some information related to the mad poet here, so he searched briefly, but found no valuable information.
He searched the desk one last time and found a locked drawer in the lower left corner. Because he couldn't find the key, Jenkins melted the lock with flames after a simple apology. After opening the drawer, he found a book and a piece of crumpled paper inside, which was used in the suicide note just now. Paper is the same.
The paper is placed on top of the book, and you can see it when you open the drawer:
[You are still curious about the mad poet. If you are ready, take the following book. This is all my research and records on him. I can only remind you in the end, don't be greedy.]
Jenkins read this sentence three times, then looked at the mummy lying on the table, thanked him softly, and began to pack the valuable things here.
There are some ritual materials in the drawers of the bookshelf, and there is a small box with broken gems on top of the left shelf. This man has no numbered items, but has an extensive library.
Jenkins estimated the weight he could carry at one time, and decided to move all the things here when he had time.
After finishing this, he packed up the valuables and the book, carried the corpse back to the house from the basement, and slipped out again.
Taking advantage of the night, I went all the way to the cemetery in the suburbs. According to the requirements of the suicide note, I found a cemetery on the hillside with a wide view, and then knocked on the door of the gravekeeper's hut.
"Oh, what are you going to do so late? Tomb robbery? Let me remind you, it's against the law."
The grave guard in pajamas slowly opened the door and asked.
"I want to buy a cemetery."
Jenkins said while carrying the corpse.
The gravekeeper glanced at the mummy.
"Where did you get this?"
He could tell at a glance that the time of death of this corpse was definitely ten years away, so the probability that the person in front of him was a murderer was very low.
"I picked it up in the grass. I want to buy a cemetery and bury him now."
"Yes, but cremation is required. You also know that because of the plague a few days ago, the requirements for cremation are very strict now. Even if you come to me in the middle of the night, you must abide by it."
"No problem, you can be cremated."
Jenkins nodded, and took out enough banknotes from his wallet to stuff the gravekeeper:
"I'm sorry to bother you so late, I can add some more money, can I finish this matter tonight?"