The flame burst inside exploded the armor whole, and scattered parts missed Jenkins and the cat on his shoulder. He bent down to avoid the scattered metal pieces, and then stretched out his hand to pull up Miss Capet who was lying behind him.
"Sorry, I seemed a little rude just now. If there are all enemies of this strength in front of us, I'm afraid we won't be able to go for long."
"It doesn't matter, it seems that I am really not suitable for fighting."
Miss Capet smiled at herself, looking at the corridor with an unknown end in front of her, her face was also a little embarrassed. Although Jenkins seemed to have easily dealt with the enemy, she could feel how powerful the armor was, and she didn't know how many such enemies were ahead.
At this time, Jenkins had turned around and put his hand on the iron gun that was deeply inserted into the wall, and then pulled it out forcefully.
"be careful."
Miss Capet worriedly reminded that the surface of the gun was also entwined with red blood threads, and touching the gun rashly also risked being entangled with [Curse of Blood Mosquito].
"I'll be careful, don't worry."
Jenkins replied vigorously, if he had direct contact with the blood of the cursed, he might still have some concerns, but it was just a lifeless substance, and there was no possibility of spreading the curse to him.
"You said, if I take this gun away, after the armor is revived, will there be no weapons?"
asked Jenkins after drawing his gun, and leaned over to look at the little hole in the wall. He didn't see what was behind the wall, but instead saw the entangled blood threads, like biological tissue, quickly repairing the damaged part of the wall.
"Interesting idea, maybe we can take it out and try it out."
Miss Capet replied.
The two continued on the road, and Jenkins finally didn't make up his mind to tell his companion everything. Instead, Miss Capet talked about the agreement between the two before Jenkins left Nolan, that is, to ask Miss Knight about the awakening of the blood together.
"Since Miss Knight is also in Beldylan now, after this incident, let's go find her together?"
Jenkins proposed, and Miss Capet naturally agreed:
"Actually, I have always suspected that I have the blood of a different race. This has been confirmed after I came into contact with the power of the gifter. I am different from you, Jenkins. I am a child who was adopted by the church , maybe if I understand my bloodline, maybe I can find my father and mother... Actually, I'm not very hopeful... "
She forced a smile:
"But it's worth a try anyway."
She seemed to trust Jenkins, and as the two walked along, she shared stories with Jenkins about her childhood and growing up in church. When asked by Jenkins why he trusted him so much, Miss Sigrid Capet replied with a smile:
"I just feel that you are very kind and have a good impression... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just said that you are like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time, and the last time I was in the mirror world, didn't you save my life? That's enough I trust you completely."
As the only two people in Williamette's generation who have awakened the talent of the giver, and are also related to the gift of the elven blood, Miss Capet's intimacy with Jenkins comes from the same power in this bloodline .
Jenkins was so bewildered by her trust that he almost blurted out everything he knew. What stopped him was the door that appeared at the end of the corridor. After leaving the room just now, the two of them didn't encounter a fork in the road at all, so this door was something they would inevitably encounter. The ordinary door in front of him, although the decoration is extremely simple, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the door of the room where the behind-the-scenes masters in the story are.
The space and decoration inside the building have been completely distorted by the power of the mystic, and the two of them have no way of knowing where it is now. Backwards was a dead end, only to go back to the room where the mosquito-faced monster's body lay, so they had no choice.
Jenkins took Miss Capet's hand and took a step back, putting the cat on the ground too. Then he took the long iron gun with both hands and threw it towards the metal door in front of him with all his might.
Boom~
When the two collided, the wooden door was not injured at all, and the iron gun snapped off. They stood there without moving, waited for a few seconds and saw that there was no response in the room, and walked up again. Jenkins reached out and nudged the door, which swung open.
In the center of the main hall of the magnificent banquet hall is a long table covered with neat tablecloths and filled with food. No one was around the long table, and there were no dancing guests on the bright red carpet. Unknown music sounded from the corner of the room, facing the end of the long table at the door, where a fashionable and elegant lady sat there, holding a glass of wine to salute the two.
She was wearing a blood-red gown and her silver hair was coiled behind her head. This is a very beautiful woman, she is not as young and charming as the "elf girl" in the lake that Jenkins has seen, nor is she as sweet as the human girl Jenkins has come into contact with, but has a poppy///su flower Deadly beauty. Because of its unnatural beauty, that face looked weird.
Jenkins had seen her picture and recognized it as the Countess at a glance.
Behind the woman, a huge oil painting hangs on the wall as tall as a giant's palace. The god surrounded by white light in the painting is waving white flames at the black shadows in front of him.
The background of the painting is dotted with red and black buildings. Even if the back is turned to the outside of the picture, just the depiction can make people feel the majesty of the god in the picture.
"About January of this year, the God of Lies personally killed many of my fellow clansmen. This is the scene of that night I drew from my memory during the boring time after marriage."
The Countess's voice was extremely elegant, and she used a standard Beldyland accent, which was regarded as a noble accent by the nobles.
"Two distinguished guests, please come in. I can smell the smell of grass and trees on your bodies from a long distance away. It is a great honor to invite you to my [Scarlet Dinner Banquet]. Please sit down."
Alexia is also proficient in mythos, and Jenkins has acquired a lot of knowledge about mythos from her. Among them, [Scarlet Banquet] is a relatively unorthodox one. This kind of maze has never appeared in the material world in the eighteenth century, and even Alexia only knows the name, but does not know the effect.
"You brought us here on purpose?"
Jenkins asked cautiously, and at the same time felt his shoulders sink, obviously his cat jumped on his shoulders again.