"That's fine. But how do I go back? The two time travels just now came back spontaneously after the incident was resolved."
Jenkins thought for a few seconds before agreeing with the point of view of the strange humanoid creature in front of him.
"It's very simple. The way you use to travel through time is to borrow the wonders created by the power of our lord. You can return as long as you touch a part of the wonders."
As he spoke, he inserted his hand directly into the void, and then took out a few pages of a yellowed thread-bound book from the air.
"I will temporarily seal the 'girl' in the lake, and then release it when it should appear. After it has played its role, I will seal it again. When you return to your time, you can Do with it as you like."
As he said that, he stepped forward and respectfully handed over a few pages of "Secrets of Black Town" to Jenkins.
"These pages... what is the origin?"
"Since my lord chose you to obtain them, it means that my lord thinks that you need to keep entering the past time to maintain the closure of time. I can't speculate on the thoughts of a noble person like you, but it makes sense to think about it."
He put his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed slightly to greet Jenkins, and Jenkins suddenly woke up from bed.
"Hoo~"
Panting heavily, he looked at the extra paper in his hand, and put them together with the two stories just now.
"Another master is involved? But what exactly does He want me to do? Why does He always find me?"
Jenkins said to himself, and left his bed again. Seeing that the cat still had no intention of leaving with him, he came to the corridor alone and knocked on the door of Father Follett's room opposite.
"Oh, good evening, St. Williams, what can I do for you?"
The priest who opened the door saw that the knocker was Jenkins, and asked immediately.
"I took a nap just now, and I had a strange dream. My dreams are usually prophetic, so I want to tell you something. I dreamed that under the lake where we parked the airship, there was a sealed The monster. The body of the monster is a skeleton, and it has quite powerful charm and illusion abilities."
"I see. Since the main body is a skeleton, I think the grave guards in the church might be able to help."
Father Follett trusted the information Jenkins provided without even questioning the detail of his dreams. After a few simple greetings, he changed into his clothes and prepared to deal with the matter. Instead of following, Jenkins went to the kitchen to get some hot tea, and then returned to the room to start the fourth story.
Since the master participated in this matter, then this matter must be meaningful. Although I don't know about the [closed circle], judging from the current information, this should be a master in charge of the time domain, and such an existence will certainly not be aimless.
"Chocolate, are you sick?"
He reached out and touched his cat, the chocolate was still curled up without showing his head. He just shifted his position slightly because of Jenkins' touch, exposing the ring that sealed the calamity black stone from under his body.
"Chocolate, I took this?"
He said this intentionally, twisting the ring that the cat's paw was holding onto and putting it in the pocket of his pajamas. But the cat still didn't move, it just showed its face and looked at him, and then curled up again as if falling asleep.
"Chocolate is sleepy? No, it's not time for him to sleep yet."
Jenkins is very worried, but there is no other good way. He put his hands on his cat's body, feeling its physical condition with the spirit of life, but he didn't find anything unusual.
"If you're not feeling well, you must tell me."
He said to Chocolate, and the cat finally responded to him with a waxy cry this time.
The fourth story is called "The Devil Between Fingers", which is also a story that happened in the small town of Black that I don't know how long ago. Compared with the first three stories, which have obvious directionality, this story did not explain at the end what caused all this.
Waking up again from sleep, Jenkins stood in his pajamas on the street south of town. The weather was dark and the wind was howling. It was probably the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. There were no people on the street. Judging from the style of the buildings facing the street, this probably did not happen in this era at all.
Taking advantage of no one around, he put on a black robe and changed his appearance, then walked to the street, walking forward aimlessly. In the three stories of "The Ghoul in the Cemetery", "The Tragedy of the Pine Cone" and "The Girl in the Lake", there are clear characters and story lines, but now "The Devil Between Fingers" is more like folk rumors , just recorded this phenomenon, but did not mention the specific story of what happened.
"At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, put any two fingers together in front of your eyes, align your fingers with the entrance of an alley or street, and you will attract a demon who can grant all wishes, but all of this requires a price."
He repeated the general meaning of the story. It was understood that he wanted to warn people not to make wishes at will and not to be greedy, but if it happened in reality, it would be much more troublesome. This story sounds like it's describing phenomenal monsters, which are generally quite troublesome.
This is the long past, and the structure of the town is very different from Blacktown at the end of the eighteenth century. But the size of the town is still not that big, so it took Jenkins some time to successfully find the church in the town.
I don't know which era it is now, but the church in front of me obviously belongs to [The Night and the Hidden Church]. The location of the church almost coincides with the Church of Death at the end of the eighteenth century, but the gray-black stone building in front of it is definitely not the one where Jenkins and his colleagues from the Church of the Sages lived.
The action of standing in front of the church and looking up quickly attracted the attention of the night watchmen. Not long after, someone invited Jenkins to come in for a chat, and Jenkins followed.
"What's the name?"
In the slightly shabby conference room, the middle-aged man who brought Jenkins a teacup asked. If as expected, the level 4 gifter in front of him should be the strongest in this area in this era.
"Sorry, for some reason, it's not convenient for me to reveal my name."
Jenkins shook his head.
"Then why did you come to Blacktown?"
The other party asked again, did he have the responsibility to investigate any suspicious persons who entered the parish. As for being so polite to Jenkins at present, it is probably because there is a unique way to judge whether a stranger is a benefactor, or the attitude towards benefactors in this era is different from that of the 18th century.
PS: Subscriptions have been dismal lately...