Jenkins nodded, the words of the old bishop basically confirmed that what he experienced just now was not a dream but really returned to the past.
After being silent for a while, he didn't take out the pages of the book that he put in his pocket, showing a yellow aura, and asked again:
"Are there any characteristics of the gifter who appeared back then? Since he made a move, he will definitely leave traces."
"I can't answer you about this. It's been too long. Maybe you can go to the reference room and have a look. Old Joseph, the gatekeeper, will let you in."
The database of the church is very small, and in order of time, I found the records of the small town of Death Church when it was first established in 1508, and found a description of this incident in the records of that autumn. I don't know when this document was copied and maintained. The yellowed pages vaguely stated the mysterious benefactor back then, and the desolate cemetery was overgrown with weeds overnight.
"It seems that it really took me back to the past directly, and even my behavior reflected history... Can numbered items have such a powerful power?"
He thought for a moment and put the file back, greeted the janitor of the database, and then went back to his room, picked up the "Secrets of Black Town" that had fallen on the ground, and lay down on the bed, and put the file in his pocket. Put the few pages on the bedside table, turn off the lights in the room and leave only the candles on the bedside, and turn the pages to continue reading the second story.
The name of the second story is "The Tragedy of Pine Cones", which is a weird story that happened in the forest near Black Town. Jenkins read it to the end in one breath, and then fell asleep unconsciously again.
Sensing Jenkins' abnormality, Choco stood up while pretending to be asleep. It went to Jenkins' right hand, sniffed the old open book, and froze for a moment.
The cat left the book, walked up to Jenkins' face wagging its tail, and rubbed his face lightly. Tears welled up in the two beautiful cat's eyes.
On the other side, Jenkins stood silently in the dimly lit forest. It was probably autumn now, but the scenery here was not beautiful at all. Instead, the ground is covered with humus, and the leaves on the trees are completely gone. It is late autumn now, and the body temperature is probably close to 10 degrees Celsius.
Hearing a sound not far away, Jenkins dodged and hid behind a nearby tree, and then saw a man dressed as a woodcutter, carrying a bundle of firewood coming from a distance.
Suddenly he stumbled and fell to the ground. When he got up, he cursed in a manner characteristic of the local language, and then stretched out his foot to kick the thing that tripped him on the ground.
Because of this action, he fell down again. When he got up, he angrily put down the firewood he was carrying, picked up the ax and slashed at the ground. This movement stopped quickly, he bent down to pick up something on the ground, suddenly raised his head and looked around furtively, then he didn't even want the bundle of firewood, and ran away quickly.
Jenkins came out after confirming that he ran far away. He quickly walked to the place where the woodcutter was picking up things, and used his cane to push away rotten leaves and some soft mud-like things. stone box.
He tried to pick up the box, but it seemed to be fixed on the ground, which was why the woodcutter couldn't kick it.
"According to the stories I read, I guess that the box contains a pure gold pine cone."
While thinking about it, he waved out the flames. The flames quietly burned the complex forest manure and soil on the ground, and finally exposed the things under the ground after ten minutes.
Connected to the stone box was a corpse that had rotted for a long time. The corpse was lifted in the mud, and the hands that had turned into bones were raised and tightly grasped the stone box, so Jenkins couldn't pick it up just now.
Both the stone box and the body had no aura. Jenkins inspected and burned the bones, and found symbols written in ancient dwarf script at the bottom of the stone box.
Reluctantly, he even guessed and translated it, to the effect that "the fruit of gold will curse anyone who is greedy".
"It opens like a fairy tale."
He said so, then picked up the box and walked towards the direction where the woodcutter disappeared.
I don't know which era it is now, the town is dilapidated like a village in the wilderness. Even though Jenkins used the black robe to transform into the appearance of a mountain farmer in advance, the arrival of the stranger still attracted the attention of the townspeople.
Although there is a nearly deserted inn in town, Jenkins has no banknotes of this era. So he could only use the power of lies to deceive the shopkeeper, and by the way, he found out the location of the woodcutter's house just now.
The town is small, and the townspeople are very familiar with each other, so Jenkins got a lot of interesting information. After finding a place to live, he came to the low door of the woodcutter's house, and stood against the wall by the window, closing his eyes and listening to the sound inside.
The sound insulation effect of the wall tiles is very bad, and Jenkins clearly heard the woodcutter's family's discussion about the pure gold pine cone.
Most people have such a lucky experience, and I'm afraid they can't maintain a peaceful mind, but the tone of the woodcutter's family seems to be a little bit wrong.
Frowning and thinking for a while, he reached out and was about to knock on the door, but a huge force suddenly appeared on the simple wooden door and pushed Jenkins away.
"In the name of the sage!"
He shook his cane lightly to turn it into a scepter, and sighed again, stretching out his hand towards the door, this time scarlet blood flowed from the crack above the door, forming the familiar sentence[Golden Fruit , will curse anyone who is greedy].
A kind of evil force actually temporarily counterbalanced the power of the sage summoned by Jenkins. On the one hand, this is because the time at this time is not Jenkins' timeline, and the power of the Holy Son that he can arouse is very weak. On the other hand, the body of the golden pine cone is in the house, and its power is extremely powerful.
The last cemetery was a low-level necromancer, but this time the curse would feel tricky even for Jenkins at full strength.
He frowned and slowly withdrew his hand:
"It's the same as the development of the story... I can't stop it now, just wait for the time."
That night, a fire broke out at the woodcutter's family, but after dawn no one found any corpses in the ruins. Standing in the crowd, Jenkins' eyes shone with a purple brilliance that ordinary people could not see. The black spiritual light in his eyes spread to the whole town centered on the woodcutter's house.
Waiting until the crowd dispersed, Jenkins came to the ruins of the house again in the light rain. He thrust his cane into the nearby soil vigorously, then knelt down on one knee and dug through the ruins with his bare hands, and found a rough box in a short time.