Returning to Loen that evening, Jenkins confirmed that the fifth gem of the "Disaster Document" had appeared, and then opened the book he got from Mr. Bai Birch's house, and solved the puzzle using the method given by Mr. White Cat. Unsurprisingly, he got the unique ability to point to the emblem of the savior.
Sometimes he can feel it himself, as if there is an invisible hand manipulating his destiny, and everything about him in this world seems to have been arranged in the dark.
But just like what his divination teacher Miss Audrey said, the inevitable combination of fate is only accidental. If Jenkins hadn't been nosy and involved in the many disasters in the past month and a half, even if he got the book, he wouldn't be able to obtain the above abilities.
While lamenting his fate, he also worried that this is already the seventh emblem of the savior. There are the last two pieces, and all the qualifications of the savior will appear, but he is not yet ready to face the final day.
I planned to hold a ceremony in Loen to learn this ability, but after thinking about it, I decided to go to Nolan to do it. The learning of other abilities is in Nolan, and Jenkins does not want to break this tradition.
So after dinner and saying goodbye to the ladies in the manor, Jenkins returned home with the cat he had "abandoned" all afternoon. Instead of staying in the urban area, he flew directly to the Augustus family cemetery on the outskirts of the unicorn.
It was so remote that no one except Jenkins had been there since Mr. Augustus' death. Jenkins had hired professionals from the [Church of Death and the End] to maintain it regularly through the relationship of the Church of the Sages, so the cemetery was not abandoned.
I stood for a while in front of Mr. Augustus's mausoleum, and then came to the abandoned small cemetery under the light of the double moon.
This place is still the same. The gravekeeper’s hut collapsed after a snowstorm last winter. Now that it’s almost summer, weeds have grown on the ruins, and the broken beams are covered with moss.
I picked up some dry firewood in the nearby woods and built a bonfire in the cemetery.
Jenkins sat down with his hands on the ground, looked at the bonfire and thought about a lot of things, and then made up his mind not to waste time.
"Chocolate, go to the side, don't walk around, I will take you back soon."
He hugged the cat and put it on the grass beside him. The cat barked at Jenkins, and then walked obediently into the nearby darkness. Its eyes were like two green gas lamps glowing in the night, and Jenkins was glad that his cat was sensible.
Turning to face the bonfire, Jenkins added some firewood to it, and then took out the letter paper he brought from Loen from his pocket. On the letter paper was a simple human figure that he had drawn with a pencil in advance. He tore out the human figure according to the pencil marks and threw it into the fire.
The sound of crackling firewood spread far in the quiet night. Jenkins waited silently, and it took a long time before he sang the ballad from ancient times in Elvish language:
"A field of rhododendrons blooming,
The brave people bid farewell to the girl and went to the distant land.
Their stories are thrilling,
That is a legend that has been sung through the ages.
savior, savior,
The savior of every age.
You fought bravely,
You are indomitable.
sacrifice, blood;
Legends, stories.
The long river of time engraves traces,
Your voices echo in the epic.
…”
His voice was deep and melodious. Although Jenkins was not good at rhythm, this beautiful ancient ballad, sung in the same elegant and ancient elf language, still reminded the cat of the past stories.
The singing echoed in the mountains, and the shadow of Jenkins sitting alone in front of the campfire swayed gently with the flames. Chocolat looked at the back of the man singing solo, hoping that Jean could sing for a while longer.
But the guests around the bonfire quickly stopped the singing, and as the bonfire danced, a man who was also sitting cross-legged on the ground appeared on Jenkins' left.
He wore thick silver-white armor, but it was covered in mud and blood. The helmet was placed next to the body, revealing a rugged face with a single scar. His hair was the color of hay, messy as if it hadn't been washed in days.
The eyes were one big and one small, as if they had been injured, and the scar under the left eye almost split the lower eyelid in two. But his eyes are very energetic, flames dance in those eyes, those eyes seem to be able to see through all the fog, they are firm eyes.
He put his sword on his leg that had not taken off his armor, and wiped it with a rag. That sword is beautiful, the sheen of the metal contrasting nicely with the smudge of the armor itself, it's definitely a powerful sword.
Inscribed on the blade was a phrase in an ancient language, and Jenkins tried to translate it, then realized that he had learned the language from his father:
[Eldavon-Flanders].
"Griffons in the rain?"
he asked.
"Yes, griffins in the rain, this is Gundels' family motto."
The strange man replied, his voice low and hoarse, making Jenkins unconsciously think of the neighing of a poisonous snake.
"Sorry, my throat was seriously injured. I was attacked with a harpoon by two sewage murlocs in the sewer of Fort Wengebu, and I've been talking like this since then."
As he spoke, he lifted his sword from his lap with his right hand. The shiny sword reflected the light of the bonfire. Jenkins liked such a cold weapon very much. Although he also had a sword, he couldn't have such a color because it was not entirely made of metal.
"Nice to meet you. I thought that this ability would be lost after my death. I didn't expect that there would still be a next generation of saviors. I don't think this inheritance will be interrupted. What connects us is the bond. This is not some simple justice, this is a mission."
He slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard, and the sound of clanging~ the sword body entering the sheath was extremely pleasant.
"It's a fine sword."
Jenkins couldn't help but admire.
"Yes, this is a sword forged by the dwarves using ancient techniques and a whole piece of mithril after I repelled the orcs attacking the city for the dwarf craftsmen of Iron Furnace City. This sword is almost useless for killing people. But it is the nemesis of any extraordinary creature. I used it to decapitate an ancient red dragon, and I used it to fight the ancient Balrog in the magma hell. Later, in the battle of the valley, it was killed by a sheep's head The tempered black steel sword of the Demon Overseer was cut off, but then the witches helped me repair it and gave it more power."
He said, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was recalling the long past.
In simple words, what is revealed is a thrilling story of a man's life. Jenkins listened quietly. Although he yearned for a peaceful life, he liked such legendary stories.