Thinking about the underground, Jenkins left the room again, waking up the old bishop who was already asleep in the middle of the night. When the sleepy-eyed old man heard Jenkins' question about the ancient underground complex, he was stunned for a while before he realized it, and shook his head decisively:
"No, there is nothing underground in Black Town. A few years ago, a professor from the university in the city said that there might be a coal mine in the area. At that time, the people in the town almost dug up the entire town. If there is really something underground, It was discovered long ago."
In addition, in the records of the town, there has never been any record about the underground complex. The old bishop thought that Jenkins was sleepy and took the dream as reality, and advised him to go back to his room to rest now, and it was still four hours before dawn.
"Could it be that in tens of thousands of years, someone completely solved the strange underground building complex? Or, that building complex does not exist in the real world at all, but a subspace that is occasionally connected to Blacktown?"
The story just now didn't bring any joy to Jenkins. Two consecutive heavy stories made him feel very bad. Coupled with the strange behavior of chocolate tonight, Jenkins felt that he had wasted a whole night of sleep, and it didn't seem to make any sense.
But there were still three last stories left in the book, and he decided to read them first before making any plans.
The eleventh story "The Talking Lion" takes place in a more distant past, so long ago that there are a large number of descriptions of alien species in the story. This is the era when the alien species has not declined. Human beings are not the leader of the world. All species are developing, hostile, cooperating and multiplying.
Only the gloomy skies of the remote rural town and the ancient forest outside the town seem to have existed since ancient times. Even the topography around the town has changed quietly in the vicissitudes of life, but the town is still called Black Town, and it is still so inconspicuous.
It was another winter, Jenkins stepped on the snow and entered the town, and the human children who were playing in the snow kindly told him the location of the hotel.
The Blacktown inn in this era belonged to a very old dwarf aunt, who saw Jenkins' elf blood without hiding his true colors at a glance, and claimed that pointy-eared guys were not welcome in her shop, but he was half-breed For his sake, as long as he pays 30% more, he can still live there.
Jenkins said that he didn't care about it. Anyway, he had no money at all, and he used stones he picked up at random to stay in the hotel.
Compared with the previous crazy towns, this time the town is larger and more prosperous. Different races live together relatively harmoniously, maintaining the balance of the town. The current level of civilization development is close to the development level of the traditional magic world in Jenkins' cognition, that is, the era when magical power was shining and adventurers were rampant.
Jenkins spent a day wandering around the town, and unexpectedly found that there were no elves in the town. After inquiring later, I found out that the elves near Black Town were a unified clan. They lived in the dense forest outside the town and only entered the town during festivals.
On the evening of the day Jenkins arrived in town, a circus caravan arrived from a distant city. The townspeople talked about it cheerfully, and looked forward to the circus being able to stay for a few more days for people to have some fun in the boring winter.
The circus is not limited to animal performances. It is a very large group. After setting up the equipment and tents from the carriage, it almost occupies the entire square of the town. People talked about it cheerfully, adding some joy and warmth to the cold winter.
The square where the circus is located is the main location of the story, and Jenkins naturally wants to join in the fun. Like the townspeople, he shuttled through the large and small tents with a smile on his face, watching those rare commodities and interesting performances.
In the end, he chose to enter the fortune teller's tent, in order to confirm whether what happened in reality was the same as the record in the story.
A fortuneteller is a halfling, or similarly short species. When Jenkins sat down, he suddenly thought about whether Alexia was a pure-bred human being. Maybe her short stature had something to do with her blood. Then he realized that if he told Alexia this guess, maybe he would end up with it. Lose a lover.
"Oh, what a rarity, a half-elf."
The halfling sitting behind the table said in a shrill voice, put down the [Vientiane Impermanence Card—Apocalypse] in his hand, and placed the crystal ball in the center of the table.
"What do you want to know? Love? Career? Family? Wealth?"
"Is your divination accurate?"
"Of course not. If my divination is really accurate every time, why do I still stay in the circus?"
asked the halfling mockingly.
Jenkins nodded, thinking that what he said made sense, and then said:
"I have no money."
"You can do divination even if you don't have money, just talk. If no one enters my tent all day, the group leader will be angry."
As he spoke, he asked Jenkins again what he needed to divination.
Jenkins has now basically confirmed that the incident this time is consistent with the description of the story, that is to say, as long as he destroys the cause of the circus, it will not cause the final tragedy of the story. But first, he had to win the trust of the halfling in front of him. In the entire circus, he was the most powerful transcendent.
"cause."
Jenkins said.
The halfling nodded, squinting at his own crystal ball:
"You can be king in the future."
"Isn't this too sloppy? At least you have to pretend to read something I don't understand, and then tell me the result. Isn't it immoral to perfunctory me like this?"
"You didn't give me money, why should I go to such trouble?"
The halfling replied while lowering his head and trimming his nails, looked up at the crystal ball again, and then said:
"It doesn't have to be the king, I just saw you sitting on the throne...Damn it, did I make a mistake, how could it be the king?"
As if he just realized what he said, he tapped the table with his slender fingers and looked at Jenkins with great interest:
"It's really interesting. I haven't predicted such a thing for a long time. Let's continue, what else do you want to know? I promise that I will seriously perform divination for you."
The halfling was almost overflowing with enthusiasm, and he was gearing up for Jenkins to speak. Jenkins, although he thinks the villain behind the desk is keen to make up all kinds of sensational things, but now he needs to talk to the other party to gain the other party's trust.