"Unfortunately, maybe for you there is no nemesis in this era, but for me you are just a bug."
Jenkins stared at the big ice cube in front of him, and then he stretched out his hand to the fortune-teller beside him. The girl froze for a moment before realizing that she handed Jenkins the mithril dagger in her hand.
"Why does this look familiar?"
He stared at the heavy dagger in his hand for a moment, then naturally injected the huge life spirit in his body into it. Under the washing of extraordinary power, the surface of the already mysterious mithril dagger showed strange mottled patterns.
Jenkins took a step forward, first planted a handful of seeds, and then neatly inserted the dagger into the ice, into the vampire's forehead. Then he took a step back, watching the spirit of life erupt in the latter's body, and then a small tree appeared on the spot, directly splitting the creature in the ice.
He raised his foot forward, held the dagger that flew out, took a natural step, walked to the newly born blood-red tree, and swiped lightly with the dagger. The huge life spirit was pulled out, and the small tree growing from the vampire's body immediately withered.
The dagger in his hand was buzzing, as if celebrating. Jenkins disdained to absorb the spirits of other species to contaminate himself, and there were not many of them, so the power of vampires and the spirit of life were attached to this noble mithril material. In the hands of the future god of lies, it completely Metamorphosis.
With the appearance of more and more patterns, the dagger itself was elongated and deformed. Although it was only slightly longer, it also meant that it was no longer an ordinary thing, and it could already be classified as a B-type item.
"It really is you, B-05-4-3911 [Vampire Buster]."
Ten thousand years later, it will appear in Stuart's royal treasury, and will be lent to Jenkins by a certain little princess to deal with Nolan's vampire incident. And ten thousand years ago, Jenkins at this time understood that all this was not a coincidence, this dagger was born in his hands.
"you… "
The old priest looked at Jenkins and the dagger in his hand exuding a strange light, and was a little speechless. The priest didn't know what this meant, but he also understood that it was definitely not normal.
"I have to go now."
He thrust the dagger back into the Seer's hand, and looked around for the pages to appear.
"Who are you?"
The witch asked cautiously, her eyes cautiously watching the extraordinary weapon in the hands of the fortune-teller.
"I'm just a traveler passing by here by chance, and I don't think you'll see me again."
he replied, but never found the expected pages in the snow. His eyes looked at the corpse of the blood-sucking species with only a piece of dirty blood left. The snow layer there was very thin, and it didn't look like it was hiding the pages of a book.
"You want to give this to me?"
The fortuneteller suddenly asked, holding the [Vampire Buster] in both hands, a little at a loss.
"This dagger was originally yours. Now it probably has some unique abilities against vampires. Although it is somewhat useless, its material should be improved."
Nor, Jenkins said, can he bring something from the past to the present.
"Are you leaving?"
The young girl asked again, only she understood the meaning of this sentence, what the strange man was going to was a future that none of the three of them could touch.
"Yes, I think my business is done."
He turned to look at the young fortune teller.
"Then take this and go. You said that you still can't get started with divination. I think this can help you."
She took a notebook out of her robes and handed it to Jenkins, who was about to refuse because he couldn't carry it into the future. But thinking that the two will meet in the evening, if she really wants to prepare these, she can only spare no effort to use the few hours just now to write and write.
"Thanks."
He smiled at the girl, who blushed and lowered her head. Jenkins knew the subtle thoughts in each other's minds, but they were destined not to be of the same age.
Looking down at the notebook, [Book of Memories] quickly imprinted the picture in front of me. When the notebook was turned to the end, a few pages of old thread-bound book pages appeared in the interlayer. Jenkins smiled emotionally, picked up the pages and wanted to say goodbye, and when he looked up, he was suddenly kissed by the girl on the side of his face.
"Remember, you have promised me, you must remember to carry forward the school."
Waking up from the bed again, Jenkins leaned on the head of the bed in a daze for a long time without recovering. He raised his hand and touched his cheek, not knowing how to express the complicated feelings in his heart.
"It's a bit too... that's just an ancient girl I met by chance. In this era, she probably doesn't even have a skeleton..."
Although I thought so, I felt even more uncomfortable in my heart. He didn't fall in love with the ancient fortune teller at first sight, but regretted that he would never see her again.
"It seems a little inappropriate to disturb Miss Audrey so late. I'd better go and ask, I want to know her final outcome."
Thinking this way, people have returned to Nolan. Change pajamas into normal clothes at home, and let the unicorn drive him to Miss Audrey's house in the suburbs. It was already one o'clock in the morning, and of course Miss Audrey had fallen asleep. The restless Jenkins hesitated for a while before knocking on the door of his divination teacher's house.
"I'm still immature."
After knocking on the door, he lowered his head and thought so.
"Jenkins? Oh, God, why are you here so late? Come in, I heard you're on your way back to Nolan, are you in trouble?"
Jenkins trusted Miss Audrey quite a lot, and briefly talked about his experience in the first half of the night in ten minutes. After finishing speaking, I asked Miss Audrey if she knew about the founder of the school. The sleepy Miss Audrey thought for a while before shaking her head:
"The history of the school is too long. Although the inheritance has been maintained, many records have disappeared in the past events. I can't even tell you the original name of our school and the name of the founder. But what you mentioned We still know about the vampire incident in Black Town and the [Vampire Buster]. That dagger is a very important token of the school, and has always been a status symbol of the school leader. But it was lost many years ago. It has been exiled in the royal treasure house of the Northern Kingdom, I should suggest the teacher to come forward and find a way to buy it."
"I'll just go buy it, maybe I won't even need to spend any money in a few months... Is that so? Everything is lost..."
Although it is a pity, this is the most appropriate result. If Miss Audrey suddenly took out the notebook that Jenkins failed to bring back, that would be a terrible result.