"Hi, may I ask how to get to Blacktown?"
The traveler with a huge backpack quickly walked up to Jenkins. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and then asked in a language Jenkins didn't understand. Jenkins looked at him and pointed to his throat. Shake your head.
"It's pathetic."
Even if he can't understand, Jenkins can know that he is pitying himself.
The traveler did not leave, but took off the backpack he was carrying, reached into the side pocket for a while, and took out a necklace with a crow's claw on it, if that was a necklace.
He hung the necklace around his own neck, then put his right hand on Jenkins' shoulder.
"Hello!"
His voice came clearly in Jenkins' mind.
"Hello."
Jenkins said, the traveler nodded happily, and then said in surprise:
"Wait, so you can talk?"
"I've always been able to talk, but most of the time, I can't understand people's sentences, and people don't understand what I'm trying to express. Then I stopped talking. It's easier to pretend that I have a throat problem than to explain my thoughts. .”
Jenkins said.
"I think you are probably under some kind of curse, you can't let others understand your words, it's very simple, as long as there is a translator..."
As he spoke, he took away the hand on Jenkins' shoulder, rummaged through his large backpack for a while, and found a purple cloth bag with a drawstring top.
The strange traveler took out a handful of dust from the cloth bag, put it in the palm of his right hand and blew on Jenkins' face, and asked while Jenkins couldn't stop coughing:
"Do you understand now?"
"Yes, I understand what you said, cough cough, cough cough, although thank you very much, but I still suggest not to do this next time, I feel that my lungs have accidentally inhaled something strange."
Strangers are travelers and part-time merchants, who sell all kinds of strange items they invented and collected while traveling the whole world. What he used just now is a kind of dust that can help people to understand various non-extraordinary languages for a short time. Although it sounds incredible, it is actually just a low-level alchemy product.
"You can buy this product in various alchemy studios, and the price is very reasonable. I think only such alchemy products that can facilitate people's lives can never be lost."
"Unless the alien races disappear completely, the language of the people living in the material world is close to unity."
Jenkins added that Voyager thought it was a very interesting guess.
The traveler's goal is the small town of Black ahead, which is the only town in the vicinity. It's getting dark now, and it's obviously much better to spend the night in the town than to survive in the wild.
After learning that Jenkins' destination was also the small town of Black, he invited Jenkins to join him on the next short journey, and of course Jenkins would not refuse.
"I have been to this town before, but it has been a long time. Although the town is peaceful, it is not completely peaceful. If you spend the night there, you still need to be careful."
Jenkins introduced that he was actually reminding the other party.
"Yes, when I traveled around the world, I have seen a lot of terrible things. Traveling alone requires enough caution."
Traveler agreed with Jenkins, but didn't catch the implication.
That night, Jenkins and the traveler checked into the only hotel in the town. Of course, Mr. Writer had no money, so he used a stone he picked up casually on the side of the road to deceive the owner of the hotel into thinking that it was silver coins.
This is somewhat like the tricks of those deceiving wizards in fairy tales, but Jenkins believes that he did not intend to do this, so although it is reprehensible, it is not a particularly bad behavior.
Jenkins' and Traveler's rooms are adjacent, both on the third floor of the inn. The hotel in the small town was dirty and dilapidated, and most of the furniture in the room was unusable. After opening the closet, Jenkins even saw a big black spider with long hairs on its legs, crawling on the spider web that almost covered the entire closet. come and go.
Noticing that someone opened the door, the spider attacked Jenkins almost in the face, and Jenkins froze in the ice.
"How long has it been since this place hasn't been cleaned?"
He muttered softly, glanced at the seemingly neat bed, and had no intention of climbing up to rest at all.
In the middle of the night, there were faint footsteps outside the door. The footsteps passed by the door of Jenkins' room without any stop, and then disappeared in front of the door of the next room. Holding his breath, Jenkins could sense that someone was standing at the door of his "neighbor". The sound of footsteps made the owner's breathing rate very fast, and he seemed very nervous.
According to the progress of the story, soon, the innkeeper who wants to get rich will break into the room, kill the sleeping traveler, and take all his belongings as his own. The transformation of the innkeeper of the hotel into a wealthy merchant in the small town of Black.
The townspeople all knew that the money came from wrong sources, but no one dared to blame him, until ten years later, the son of the traveler's parents happened to pass by here, and learned the truth after a series of supernatural events, and buried the traveler in the sea of fire. The owner has a family of thirteen.
Jenkins stood against the wall behind the door, waiting to rush out to rescue the traveler at any time, but the innkeeper didn't dare to do anything, and kept lingering at the door.
In the end, he actually left the door of the traveler's room, walked to the door of Jenkins' room instead, and nervously opened the door with the spare key.
Although the room has not been cleaned for a long time, the hinge of the door is not rusted, and there is no sound at all when the door is pushed open. With the faint moonlight, the innkeeper saw the bulging beds, but he didn't see Jenkins who was blocked by the door.
"Sorry, it's my first time killing people, so let's start with you."
He came to the window with a sharp knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and quickly stabbed the bed twice. Even though he had never killed anyone before, he still felt something was wrong with his hands. He pulled the quilt away with his empty left hand, and saw that there were two pillows lying on the naked body.
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
Jenkins behind the door closed the door gently, and the innkeeper in front of the bed turned around suddenly, with a ghostly expression on his face.
"Your logic is very strange. Because you are afraid of killing people for the first time, you want me to practice. I don't understand. Is there any difference between killing me and killing others? Or do you think I look easy to kill?"
Jenkins asked, the innkeeper had already rushed over with a crazy expression, and was easily thrown to the ground by Jenkins.