In the corner of Cold Spring Palace garden, Jenkins asked Hathaway about safety issues, Hathaway nodded in agreement, and then saw Jenkins stretching his hand towards her neck, and then twisted her necklace.
"Please wait a moment."
He said, took off the red-haired lady's necklace, hugged it with both hands and put it on his chest, closed his eyes and softly recited the prayers in praise of the sage.
"alright."
He quickly handed the necklace back to Hathaway. When Hathaway took it, she felt that the necklace was a bit different. Although it was originally an expensive jewelry, but now there is an inexplicable texture on the surface, making it even more... sacred.
"I blessed it. Wearing it for a short period of time can make you immune to a certain degree of curse, and at the same time, evil forces will subconsciously avoid you. But this effect is estimated to last only half an hour."
Jenkins was able to craft consecrated bullets on his own long ago, and now blessing jewelry is a breeze. But in Hathaway's view, adding extraordinary properties to items by just praying without any materials or rituals is no different from a miracle.
"Is this the Holy Son?"
She thought in her heart, and felt for the first time that the man she chose was different from ordinary people.
Jenkins stared at the red aura, walked around a flowerbed and two grass walls, and saw his target under a statue of a knight on a horse. The statue seemed to be that of some valiant king of the Fidetictli past, and Jenkins knew too little to say which ancestor of the body it was.
There are two people under the statue, one standing and the other lying on the ground. Standing is a beautiful woman in a long blue dress, with two vertical white lace borders extending from the neckline to the waist.
She watched Jenkins appear from the corner with a smile, and then bowed slightly to pay her respects:
"Nice to meet you."
The woman is the red aura, while the short servant lying on the ground with a weak breath is the black aura. Jenkins nodded to the woman as a response, then took out white gloves from his pocket and put them on, squatted down and carefully turned the servant who was lying on his stomach, and saw his distorted face at a glance:
"Curse of Blood Mosquito!"
Although very surprised, he still controlled his tone:
"Why did it appear here? Oh, Hathaway, don't get close, step back."
As he spoke, he drove the cat on his shoulders to the back, and then searched his pockets to find some spells with the power of [Holy], [Blessing], and [Dispelling Evil], inserted them into the soil around the servant, and then solemnly prayed to prevent the curse. The power to pollute the land.
In fact, this garden itself has a very strong spirit of life, its concentration is only higher than that of the evergreen forest, and even the naturally formed virgin forest cannot be compared with this place. Jenkins guessed that this is because the Middleton family has lived in the garden for a long time. here. Although these spirits of life can guarantee that the curse will not spread to a certain extent, Jenkins still chooses to be more cautious.
"You don't have to be nervous. This is the only cursed person who ran out from the manor on the other side of the city. This is the nature brought by me on my behalf and has been completely controlled."
The woman in the blue dress said, glanced at Hathaway standing in the distance, then smiled at the cat under Hathaway's feet, and then said:
"Do you want to trade with me? I know you have a lot of sin coins, and I will definitely be able to provide you with a satisfactory transaction. This is my sincerity."
She stretched out her right foot, wearing a blue high-heeled shoe studded with sequins, and kicked the cursed, who let out a faint scream and petrified little by little into a statue.
This is not petrification in the ordinary sense. As the flesh and blood turned into stone, the black aura produced by the curse of blood mosquitoes also disappeared.
"Need I introduce myself?"
The woman asked, and then said without waiting for Jenkins to comment:
"The believers of the righteous god call me B-11-4-3091 [female guest at the banquet], I will only appear in such lively gatherings, and no one will be confused by the appearance of a stranger like me. When I appear at the banquet, there will never be murders among ordinary people at this banquet. At the same time, any poison that is not supernatural will be ineffective when I appear. This effect lasts until the end of the banquet or I take the initiative to get out of this scene"
Even knowing that there are some incidents in B-type extraordinary, Jenkins was surprised by the ability of this person.
"I am the guardian of the banquet, and I like such occasions. When I appear at a banquet on a rainy day, the drinks provided by the banquet will have a certain degree of healing effect during the banquet; when I appear at a banquet held at night Banquet, any breeding/breeding behavior that occurs in this banquet will increase the chance of conception by 20%; when I appear in a banquet where no creatures over 50 years old participate, there will be a 1/3 probability, Let the last person to leave the banquet pick up 14 pounds of gold on the way home; when the banquet I attended, there are pure blood elves, dwarves, halflings and succubi at the same time, all participants will be in the banquet Irreversibility goes mad at the end…”
"why is that?"
Hathaway, who was listening in the distance, couldn't help asking.
"Banquets are for pleasure, but the attitudes of these four heterogeneous species towards banquets contradict each other. I hate disputes at banquets."
The woman explained, and then looked at the sculpture of the cursed on the ground:
"During the banquet, I was like a saint descending to the physical world when I faced any creature with a destructive attitude towards the banquet. Preventing such things from destroying the banquet is nothing more than a trivial matter."
After saying this, she looked at Jenkins again. Jenkins looked at her curiously, without much nervousness or panic. He organized his words:
"This is really interesting. I have seen many B-type transcendents in the form of human beings with autonomous consciousness, and I have also seen some of them in special events, but you probably... can be among them The most rational and closest human."
If it weren't for the aura on the woman's body, it would be impossible to fake it. Jenkins even suspected that this was a human being, and her aura didn't look like a B-type extraordinary at all.
But what the woman in front of her said just now is the truth. She has repeatedly repeated that she is the "Guardian of the Banquet". Combined with the current posture, Jenkins believes that he has reason to believe that the other party is about to come to an end on the second road to becoming a god - collecting sin coins and bearing sins, so Only then will he show this posture that has almost faded away from the sense of abnormality.
Even the insurance salesman I met before was not as rational as the one in front of me. If she really became a god, she would probably add another [God of Banquet and Pleasure] to this world.
"Have you made it to the end?"
Thinking of this, he tried to ask.
"Yes, after countless epochs, I'm finally going to the last step. So I need sin coins, I think you understand what I mean."
The woman said, and bowed solemnly to Jenkins again:
"So, is there anything you want from me? I will do my best to accommodate your request."
Jenkins frowned. Such a chance meeting was not what he expected tonight. But at least it's not a bad thing, compared to encountering weird things, a Type B Transcendent who is willing to trade at least won't cause damage.
Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Hathaway. The red-haired girl knew what Jenkins meant, looked curiously at the woman with outstanding looks and extraordinary temperament, and said cautiously:
"I'll go back to Britney, she's probably wondering where we went, you... be careful."
She knew that the current scene was a bit strange. The woman who claimed to be a type B extraordinary event had too much respect for Jenkins. Even though Jenkins is the holy son of the Church of the Sages, this kindness is very abrupt. But she wouldn't ask. She knew that Jenkins still had his secrets, and he would one day tell them.
Jenkins turned and walked over to the red-haired girl and kissed her on the forehead. Hathaway pushed him away with a smile, and walked around the fence behind him. After confirming that Hathaway had disappeared around the corner of the fence, Jenkins bent down to pick up his cat and turned to continue the conversation.
"This human woman is really lucky. I think after you leave the material world, let her become your angel or holy spirit? This is a treatment that is difficult for the most devout believers."
The woman asked, and Jenkins was noncommittal, took out his round coin from his pocket, and opened his palm for her to see:
"If you are willing to trade fairly, I don't mind talking to you. I still have 3 soul golds, 2 age gems, 1 profane seed and 1 ring of greed, which is not too much."
"No, it's already hard to come by for me. Do you think sin coins are easy to get?"
said the woman, and then asked:
"So what do I have to offer to get this from you?"
Jenkins is actually very curious about the capabilities that the women in front of him can provide, but obviously he still has more things to know:
"Compared to material transactions, let's answer the questions first."
As he said that, he put all the crime coins back into his pocket, and only twisted out a seed of blasphemy:
"I know there are some questions you can't answer, but I think you won't refuse the things you can say. First of all, I'm curious, can't existences like you make sin coins yourself?"
He has not forgotten the origin of the ability [Profane Production], and judging from his own experience, whether it is a girl selling flowers, a salesman selling insurance, a god of death under a tree, or other strange things, there are all of them. The ability of intelligent life to extract sins and condense sin coins.
PS: The title Banquet (Part 2) will be used in a few chapters, not forgotten.