"This is terrible. This kind of material was originally scarce, but now it disappears for no reason. Where can I find a substitute?"
Miss Magic muttered to herself, her tone full of annoyance. Jenkins, who was hiding in the bushes beside him, held his breath and tried his best to pretend that he had never been here before.
"Miss Windsor's effect is only a ceremony that can make people suspended animation, I think you should have other alternatives?"
Miss Yindi asked, still looking around.
"There are, but only this kind of ritual that requires undead wood can make the subject feel the greatest pain during the period of suspended animation, and the others are just sleeping."
Miss Magic said troubledly.
"You haven't forgotten what happened last time?"
"How could I forget? That woman actually ruined my plan. If Mr. Candle hadn't helped me, the Heart of the Ocean might have belonged to someone else."
Miss Magic gritted her teeth and replied, which made Miss Yindi smile bitterly:
"Actually, even if Miss Windsor didn't do that, it seems that it would be difficult for you to snatch the Heart of the Ocean from Fermitheu..."
"But in short, that woman has a grudge against me. Even if I am temporarily hired by her, she still has a grudge against me. But since the wood is gone, forget it. Other alternatives are fine, but I can't give her a small It's a pity for a small lesson."
The voices of the two became smaller and smaller, and they had already left the cemetery while talking. Jenkins, who was hiding in the bushes, wiped off his sweat, thinking that he must not easily offend the narrow-minded woman.
After confirming that Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute would not turn around and turn back, Jenkins plucked a small piece of bark from the tree trunk and put it in his pocket as a token of solving the matter, before sneaking out of the cemetery from another direction. In order to avoid running into them on the way into the city, he made a deliberate detour before turning back in the direction of the city.
Seeing that even he was about to lose his way, Jenkins had already penetrated into the depths of the thick fog outside the city. I couldn't see the stars and the moon when I looked up, and I was looking at the same street scene around me. I didn't know which direction to go, so I took out the cat that was shrunk in my pocket and asked it to find the direction of home.
But who knew that as soon as the cat came out and took a breath in Jenkins' palms, it immediately coughed in a childish voice, apparently choked by the strange smell in the air. It stretched out its claws and yelled at Jenkins without a sense of threat, then slipped through Jenkins' fingers like a stream of water, and hid it in his pocket again.
"Well then, let me take a look."
Anyway, his own purpose is not to go home, so he simply uses the Eye of Reality to check for nearby auras while walking. I don't know what happened tonight, but before he walked two streets, a strange aura appeared in a three-story apartment with a masonry structure that looked old.
Jenkins came to the vicinity and stopped downstairs to watch. Through the thick fog of the night, he could not see any light from the window facing the street. It was still early, only around eight o'clock. He hesitated and came to the door to knock, but only then did he find that the door of the building was blocked with three long wooden boards. Judging by the color of the boards, it was blocked here. It has been abandoned for a long time.
"Interesting, derelict three-story apartment building on the outskirts of the city, perfect for a horror novel."
He didn't want to knock down the doors of other people's houses in the middle of the night. It was very inconvenient, and it was too conspicuous. If a nearby resident went out or came home in the middle of the night and saw the door of the abandoned house next door open, he might be scared out of his wits .
A little further away to confirm the structure of the house, Jenkins patted the cat on his chest to let it hold on, then climbed up the steam pipe of the house next door to the second floor, and grabbed the second floor window of the abandoned house from the second floor . Pulling his whole body up with force, he stretched out his hand and pulled the latch on the inside of the glassless window, and then pushed open the window and jumped into the house.
There was a very strong musty smell in the house, which was more unbearable than the fog in the street.
Jenkins covered his mouth and suppressed the desire to cough, and flapped his other hand twice in front of him before he felt a little better.
The abnormal aura was in the attic, but after struggling to open the trapdoor, the ladder connecting the room on the third floor and the attic was missing. Jenkins tried to grab the edge of the attic entrance with a jerk, then twisted his body to pull himself up, first resting one leg on the attic floor, and finally let his whole body come up with a sigh of relief.
The miner's lamp that summoned [Mechanical Light] was in his hand, and the blue light illuminated the easel at the end of the attic and the brightly colored oil painting on it.
This is a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting is wrapped in a headscarf and is sitting on a white chair. It seems to be on the second floor of this house. The woman in the painting is smiling peacefully and puts her hands together on her legs up and look out of the screen.
The aura comes from here, it's very faint but it's already considered a foray into the extraordinary. Jenkins tentatively poked the drawing board with his cane, but nothing happened. He tapped it cautiously with his fingers, but nothing unusual happened.
"Take this painting to the painting place on the second floor to have a look, maybe you will gain something."
Thinking about taking out the canvas and rolling it up, he jumped from the entrance of the attic back to the third floor of the room. At this moment, another gifter appeared outside the house. That person also stopped at the door for a while, then chose almost the same path as Jenkins, climbed to the second floor next door, and then climbed to the window of this house, and then Cleverly crawled into the house.
Professor Burns was curious about why the window on the second floor happened to be open, but he didn't know that as soon as he climbed inside the window, he saw a figure standing at the door of the room looking at him.
If he hadn't already climbed in, the professor might be so frightened that he missed and fell out of the window. He stabilized his mind, and finally realized that it was Jenkins.
"Jenkins? Why are you here? Oh, Sage. You're scared of me~"
The professor patted his chest, turned around and closed the window. His movements of crawling in were more dexterous than Jenkins who had turned on [Cat's Elegance], and he didn't even let his clothes get stained with dust on the window sill.
Jenkins has not visited the professor since he returned to Nolan, because the professor is busier than him. It is now the summer graduation season in June, and many of the students under the professor are facing graduation. In addition to the chores in the school and the affairs of the church, the professor is almost too busy to find anyone.
"I... to deal with some things."
Jenkins didn't know how to explain, so while releasing his green soul emblem to prove his identity, he vaguely explained the purpose of coming, and at the same time showed the oil painting in his hand.