"How do you know how much we've dealt with? Just by ourselves?"
In the dragon's lair, Jenkins questioned that after he came to this world, he experienced a lot of strange situations and was familiar with all kinds of terrible game rules. Compared with this, the game of the dragon is too simple.
"You can take some interesting "souvenirs" and bring them back after solving a problem. I have my own way to tell the truth from the fake, the holy son of the sage. I am a very fair red dragon and full of wisdom."
Long said, and then glanced at the pocket watch smaller than its eyes:
"You have ten minutes to prepare, and then you can go."
"Jenkins, do you know something that I don't?"
Seeing that Jenkins and Long had finished talking, Miss Capet looked at Jenkins suspiciously.
"Um… "
Jenkins hesitated, mentally deciding that it would do her no good to tell her the legend of the Savior:
"After dawn tomorrow morning, if you are interested in knowing, I can tell you. But please listen to me now, let me do it to stop the tree house, and you don't want to get involved... It's not that I want to exclude competitors, It's just that this matter may be a little dangerous for you... "
Saying that, Jenkins felt as if he was excluding Miss Capet. He really thought it was inappropriate for Miss Capet to get involved in this matter. After all, the other party was not even a gifted person who was good at fighting, and it was very dangerous to rashly get involved.
But Miss Capet didn't object when she heard the words. She brushed her hair, looked at Jenkins with her beautiful eyes, and said to the red dragon:
"Okay then, I give up my qualifications."
The dragon nodded and said yes, but Miss Capet could not tell the church about this before the end of the game. The dragon wanted to prevent the church from providing help to Jenkins.
"But no matter what, I want to know what happened in full tomorrow morning."
The blond lady said seriously, then opened her arms and hugged Jenkins:
"You should also be careful and pay attention to your own safety."
"I'll be safe."
He assured that Miss Capet was relieved, and took one last look at the dragon, then turned around and left here without nostalgia.
Although Jenkins thinks that Nolan City is now in a short period of peace, in fact, since last year, various abnormal events that are not very eye-catching in his eyes have occurred frequently in the Nolan area. Those things are easy for the bestowers to deal with, and sometimes they can be solved by throwing a piece of charm, but for ordinary people, they are a nightmare that they cannot get rid of.
In normal years, that is, the years before Jenkin came to this world, most of the incidents that the combat teams of various churches dealt with were simple problems of this type. solve. Jenkins has not been exposed to such incidents partly because he is a semi-civilian and partly because his time is often crowded with more dangerous things.
After leaving the giant dragon, he didn't go to the city non-stop to search for abnormal events. Instead, he took his cat to the restaurant and had a big meal, so as to ensure that he would be full of energy even if he didn't sleep tonight. Then I went home and found a travel guide I bought from the post office a long time ago. Looking at the map on it, I planned to sort out the whole city from the south to the north.
Of course, it is more convenient to put on a black robe to do such a thing, and you don't have to worry too much about making a move. But Jenkins was worried that after he put on the black robe, the unknown detection method of the dragon would not be able to judge that he did those things, so he acted in his own identity.
The first is the public cemetery in the southern suburbs of the city. The sun has completely set, and the cemetery is shrouded in thick fog, which is very similar to the atmosphere created in horror novels.
Cemeteries in big cities are guarded or regularly inspected by the cemetery of the Church of Death, so it is difficult for the undead to recover naturally. Jenkins took this place as a starting point, just to be on the safe side, but he didn't expect to see some strange spiritual lights flickering inside the park as soon as he approached the fence of the cemetery.
"Luck is coming?"
He thought happily, touched the chocolate protruding from the neckline, so that it would not disturb the grave guard here for a while, then took two steps back and ran up, quickly climbed over the fence and entered the interior of the cemetery.
Even though this is the outskirts, the thick fog is still full of that choking smell. Jenkins covered his nose with one hand, and walked along the path in the cemetery towards the direction of the aura. After a while, he saw an ordinary small tree planted here.
The spiritual light was emitted from the tree. Jenkins circled the tree twice, and finally found a distorted human face pattern in the wrinkled lines of the bark at the lower part of the trunk.
This is not a ritual of the bestower, but a tree planted in the cemetery. If the roots come into contact with too many corpses, it may develop the characteristics of the undead due to the effect of "sacrifice" over the years. Once this kind of tree is fully activated, it is equivalent to a high-level undead with wisdom. However, the transformation process not only takes a hundred years, but also requires a large number of corpses. Therefore, the activated undead tree is generally only used in ancient battlefields or in the habit of offering sacrifices to living people. It can be seen in the ancient mausoleum.
"Someone must have failed to comply with the cremation regulations."
Jenkins thought in his heart and reached out to pat the tree trunk, and the originally still human face on the bark became even more distorted. As the lines on the bark flowed like water, the human face gradually dissipated into normal tree lines, and the undead qualities in this tree completely disappeared.
Jenkins just sent some spirits of life into the tree to dissipate the still weak power of death. This was very simple for him, but if an ordinary person came around this tree at night, he would probably be frightened mad or even to death by the phantoms produced by the tree.
"This is the first thing, the next step should be to..."
He turned around and was about to leave, but the Eye of Reality, which had not been closed, saw two familiar benefactors also appear in the cemetery, and it seemed that they had just entered.
"strangeness."
He looked around and jumped into the thick grass that was unusually prosperous due to the arrival of summer. At the same time, he further accelerated the growth of those low shrubs, so that the grass leaves completely covered him, so Miss Magic and Silver who walked over after a while Miss Di didn't notice that there was a man with a cat squatting beside her.
"Huh? Strange, I remember this tree."
The two stopped next to the tree that Jenkins had just processed:
"This is the undead wood that I found with great difficulty. It was originally intended to be used as a ritual material. How could it become a normal wood?"
Miss Magic touched the place where the distorted human face should have been inexplicably, and she was quite sure that it had turned into a normal tree.
Under the moonlight, she had a puzzled expression on her face, and Miss Yindi was also surprised. She even looked around, but she didn't see Jenkins in the bushes with an embarrassed expression on her face.