"It's okay, please listen to me."
Jenkins eased his voice a little, trying to speak in a soothing tone:
"Everything is over, here is safe, and we are also safe. Maybe recalling those deliberately forgotten things at this time will relax the tense nerves. The best way to overcome fear is to face fear directly. Come on..."
Unknowingly, his words had a taste of lies, and the words really worked. The sobbing man seemed to be hypnotized to calm down a lot, at least his speech became coherent.
"So, in that darkness, what exactly did you promise?"
"The altar, there is an altar under the ground of Nolan in reality. The voice promised to help me get rid of the delusion, and I need to sacrifice one of my relatives to the delusion through the altar after returning to the material world... Yes, I did, so I survived...”
He's so mentally unstable that, even with Miss Magic's conjuration and Jenkins' lies hinting at it, he's barely able to say anything at this point. But the most critical point of doubt has not been clarified, and Jenkins has no choice but to directly use the power of lies bestowed by the priesthood of lies:
"If you don't tell me the location of the altar, then maybe you will die in the next moment, now tell me where the altar is..."
"In the underground pipes directly under the clock tower, it's not deep there, but the entrance is hard to find."
After finding clues to the next step, Jenkins and Miss Magic did nothing to the man, left him in bed and left. This person is not a good person, but judging from the psychological trauma he has suffered, he will probably live in fear and pain for the rest of his life, which is enough to compensate for what he has done.
Miss Magic doesn't want to go into the sewers, it smells bad and sometimes has a disgusting slime dripping from her head. But today, the matter was urgent, so she endured the displeasure in her heart and followed Jenkins into the sewer mouth in a remote alley, and found the place described by the man after several twists and turns.
It was indeed an altar, set in a hidden door in the side wall of the duct. Because the light in the sewer is very weak, it is difficult for ordinary people to find such a place if they do not know in advance.
The construction of the dark room should not be very far away from now. Jenkins guessed that it was about a few weeks ago, because judging from the traces and layout of the scene, it is very likely that this place is a part of the clock tower old man in the doomsday illusion, thrown directly from the strange world space.
The darkroom is small, and the round stone altar occupies almost all the space. The flat surface of the altar was covered with dirty blood and broken bones. Combined with what he heard from the man just now, it was easy to figure out what happened here.
"Well, what can you see?"
Jenkins asked Miss Magic expectantly, and stepped back to give her a better view.
"It's not a creation of our time. Basically, it must have been thrown out of the doomsday illusion. Let me take a look at these runes... Well, I won't be able to figure it out for a while. I need time to study it."
She said this, and then retreated from the small dark room, looking at Jenkins:
"Mr. Candle, I think tonight's activities can only end here. I will study the function of this altar as soon as possible. Before that, you'd better not be active in Nolan City to prevent seeing the old man in the clock tower again. , he wondered why he didn't continue to arrange the ceremony."
"Then how do I know if you have cracked the secret of the altar?"
Jenkins asked.
"I'm planning to move in with Mr. Yindi temporarily. Well, let's call her Miss Yindi. She said that you know her identity. You come to the mountain villa every morning and evening to confirm my Is there any progress. But be careful, it is best to bypass the Norland city when you come, we want to avoid the worst."
It was quite easy. Jenkins directly gave Miss Magic a processed spiritual magnet. The projection ceremony was originally improved by Miss Magic, so she also understood what it meant.
Before saying goodbye, Jenkins once again observed the details of the altar in all directions, and then returned to Loen. It was already late at night for Ruen, and Jenkins took advantage of the night to draw a sketch of the altar in the room, and mentioned it to Alexia at breakfast the next day, hoping that if she had time, she could Help to see if you can decipher the function of this altar.
"I'll take a look, but don't have too much confidence in me. After all, my forte is calculations, not archaeology or rituals."
She said as she patiently spread butter on the bread with a knife.
"So we can only wait for Miss Magic's results? Isn't there a better way? There are so many special numbered items in this world, there must be one that can answer questions, right?"
At this point he paused, and then realized where he should look for the answer.
After breakfast, he helped Dolores deal with some unimportant official documents, and immediately returned to Nolan with the cat. First found Miss Magic, then contacted Mr. Hood through Miss Magic, and finally contacted Mr. White Cat from Mr. Hood.
It was already noon when the two met, and the sun could not penetrate the dense fog of the city. The place to meet is the foggy Hess Bridge outside Nolan City. This bridge is the only way to enter the Nolan area from the southwest, but standing on the bridge can barely see the water below. This is a meeting good location.
"[Magical Conch]? Oh, of course, I have a few left here, do you want to use it? Of course, no, I can't ask for your money, Mr. Candle, last time you ran to the strange place to rescue Me, I don’t have anything to offer to thank you, I’m really sorry. You can use the conch shell, and its value will become even greater in your hands. I know you are a good person.”
Mr. White Cat was very generous. After handing over the conch to Jenkins, he went to Mr. Hood who was waiting at the bridge. The two seemed to want to have a drink.
Miss Magic, who was standing with Mr. Hood, nodded to Mr. White Cat, and walked up the bridge to Jenkins, watching him prepare to speak to the conch.
"Are you really sure you want to use this conch? You should know how precious it is."
Only Mr. Hood got this gift last time, because he was the only one who participated in Mr. White Cat's failed operation.
"Of course I know, but only when it is used can it exert its own value."
Jenkins held the conch to his mouth and began to speak in a slow, clear voice.