"It's great that you found the picture. Where did you find it?"
asked the professor, looking pleased.
"attic."
Jenkins pointed up.
"It turned out to be here, and I was worried that I would not find it. This house is owned by the mother of my student Taylor. Not long ago, Taylor was seriously ill. When I went to visit him, I found that he seemed to be cursed. Later I asked After the incident, I found out that the bad boy did not visit the poor woman who lived here for a long time before his mother died, so I guessed that the woman refused to leave for a long time because of resentment after death. As for the source of resentment, Taylor told me that maybe It was an oil painting he painted for his mother a long time ago."
While talking, the two walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor. After removing the deformed door, they confirmed that this was the room with the background of the oil painting. The professor moved the chair with a broken leg by the wall to the window, and Jenkins unfolded the oil painting to face it. After a while, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the soul that lingered here for a long time and refused to leave appeared.
Before the irrational soul wanted to attack the two of them, Jenkins rushed forward and slapped her on the shoulder. The radiance of the divine spell suppressed the gloomy atmosphere in the room due to the appearance of the evil spirit. Without Jenkins making any further movements, the professor took the initiative to go forward and talk to the soul. After reassuring and reassuring, the woman's soul showed a gratified expression , then turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
"It's all right now. It's so smooth. Taylor can finally wake up from his illness and write his thesis! The excavation team organized by the school's archeology department happened to be able to sign up for him."
The professor touched his chin and said with a smile on his face, then looked at Jenkins:
"Looks like I'm lucky tonight. Do you want to go to the bar for a drink together later? I know you don't drink, so we can find a quieter bar that serves juice."
If nothing else, Jenkins certainly didn't mind, but he's been busy tonight. So he could only regretfully reject the professor's invitation, and then cut a corner of the painting as a proof, and handed over the rest to the professor and returned it to his student Taylor.
Before parting, the professor told Jenkins that he found some interesting rumors when he inquired about the history of elves not long ago, and gave Jenkins time to visit him. It's a pity that Jenkins and the professor have been quite busy recently, and it is estimated that they will not have a lot of free time until at least August and September.
Knowing the current location from the professor, Jenkins continued to walk towards the city. In fact, Nolan is still a relatively peaceful city, and the night is not as scary as he expected. There's always a weird sense of being out of balance just walking in the fog, which Jenkins attributes to not being able to see where the road ends.
It didn't take long to find the next target, which was a bar that opened late at night. Although it looked very ordinary, just like the pubs in most places in the city, the strong yellow aura all over the store showed that this Involved with B-type transcendence.
"Oh, I finally encountered a tricky thing!"
The things that have been resolved just now are trivial matters that are not worth mentioning. Now it is the daily difficulties that Jenkins encounters. From the outside, I couldn't tell what numbered event or place this was, so I tidied up my clothes, took the cat and pretended to be an ordinary guest, and stepped into this abnormal tavern.
As soon as I entered, I saw acquaintances. Jenkins' senior sister, Ms. Stewell, was sitting alone in front of the bar, staring at the transparent glass in front of her in a daze. There was probably wine in it, but Jenkins didn't know much about it, so he couldn't guess what kind of wine it was.
"A glass of grape juice."
Jenkins sat down next to Miss Stillwell, and at the same time threw a handful of coins at the bartender wearing a white smiley mask. The bartender was obviously taken aback, not sure if it was because Jenkins asked for juice, or because Jenkins lost money.
"Meow~"
Chocolate suddenly stuck his head out of his pocket and let out a cry.
"Two glasses of juice, these coins pay extra for a cup my cat needs to drink from."
As he spoke, he grabbed into his pocket again, only to find that all the change had been thrown away, so he said:
"The money just now should be enough, if there is any extra, remember to give change."
He didn't know the rules here, so he treated it as an ordinary tavern for the time being.
The bartender looked at Jenkins for a while before nodding, and turned to prepare his drink.
"Jenkins?"
The pensive Miss Stillwell was attracted by the cat's meowing, and only then did she see Jenkins sitting beside her.
"Why are you in Turin?"
"This seems to be Nolan."
He looked at the street scene outside, and it was true that Nolan was still covered in thick fog. I had a guess about the tavern in my heart, so I asked the bartender who pushed the cup to him and the cat:
"This tavern will transfer space?"
"Yes, guests. The transfer happens every three hours. When you walked in just now, the transfer had just ended."
The bartender said very kindly, but because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see his expression.
"So I'm back at Nolan now?"
Miss Stewell asked self-deprecatingly, and picked up the wine glass to suffocate the wine in one gulp. The corner of Jenkins' mouth twitched, and he picked up the glass full of grape juice to hide the expression on his face.
He also came to a foreign land due to an unexpected space transfer some time ago, so he understood Miss Stillwell's depressed mood at the moment, so he comforted:
"It's been a long time. I'm really surprised to see you here again. Speaking of which, Nolan is also a place you are familiar with. Coming here is much better than going to an unknown strange city, and it's not like there is no chance of going back. …”
"The transfer of the tavern's space is random, and we do not provide transportation services."
The bartender said immediately.
"Jenkins, don't comfort me. I just lament my indissoluble bond with this city. In fact, it's good to come back here. I heard that there is a shortage of manpower here."
She put down the wine glass in her hand and looked up at the outside of the tavern:
"It's funny, I always want to come back all these years, come back and see Dad, see where I lived when I was young..."
She also looks very young now.
"I didn't expect to make up my mind to stay in Turin, but I came back immediately. It doesn't matter if you come back, or you come back..."
The well-informed Miss Stillwell figured out what this place was, and the tavern was called B-11-04-2529 [The Tavern That Doesn't Sell Poison]. As the name suggests, in this tavern, guests can buy any type of alcohol except poisoned alcohol. Every time a tavern appears in the material world, it will move randomly every 3 hours, randomly appearing in the corner of any city or town in the material world.
Any intelligent life can visit the tavern, and pay ordinary money or ordinary equivalents in exchange for ordinary drinks. As long as they leave before the space movement starts, this place can be completely equivalent to an ordinary tavern. And paying precious brewing raw materials, ingredients, or items needed by the tavern can be exchanged for drinks with extraordinary properties.
At the same time, bartenders and waiters who have not yet appeared also accept bartering, identification, or equivalent recovery of numbered items. It can be said that most of the functions that general taverns have here.
As long as you don't make trouble here, this tavern will treat all guests well. It's just that each guest can only visit here once, and after going out, they can't go to the entrance again, let alone guide others to find the entrance.
"Since I entered here by mistake, I plan to stay here for three hours to prevent the citizens who entered by mistake from being teleported to other places, and then report to the church to see if there are any believers of the God of Music here. What about you, Jenkins, is there anything else going on in a minute?"
Miss Stewell asked, looking at the wine glass with blurred eyes, probably wanting Jenkins to stay and talk to her.
It's a pity that Jenkins' affairs tonight are not over yet. Now that he knows that there is no danger here, and that Miss Stillwell is here, he doesn't have to worry about citizens straying in, so he gets up and prepares to leave.
But after thinking about it, he took out a ring of greed from his pocket, put it on the bar and pushed it to the bartender:
"Give this lady a glass of wine that can make people feel happy. I want a glass of wine that can temporarily increase luck..."
"Meow~"
"Also, a glass for my cat...anything. At that price."
He nodded the sin coin, then looked at Miss Stillwell with a smile:
"You just came to Nolan, this cup is my treat."
Miss Stewell probably recognized the crime coin, but she didn't know that it could still be used in this way. She was considered Jenkins' senior sister, and she shouldn't have allowed Jenkins to treat her, but seeing that he insisted on doing so, she didn't object.
It's just that when the bartender brought the goblet with bright red wine and lemon slices, the square glass with sparkling golden liquid surface and bubbling, and the small wooden bowl filled with boiled water in front of the two of them and the cat, they still couldn't help it. Pushed that sincoin back to Jenkins:
"These three cups are my treat."
The bartender said, the voice is very magnetic.
"Why?"
"It's an honor for you and your cat to visit here."
The bartender answered without pretentiousness, then picked up the cloth next to him and continued to wipe the empty glass.
Jenkins laughed when he heard the words, picked up the square glass and drank the strange vanilla-flavored drink. Chocolate standing on the bar also lowered his head and tasted the bowl of "boiled water", his eyes lit up.
Taking away the ordinary cup used by the cat, as a token of "solving" this incident, bid farewell to the senior sister, Jenkins continued to walk through the city with the chocolate he was satisfied with.
Because he ran into acquaintances three times in a row, it made him suspect that all of his acquaintances chose to go out at night. But in the next few haunting incidents, not to mention acquaintances, there were no other people who strayed into the scene, which made Jenkins feel a little bored while relaxing.
He thought it might be the drinks he had just had.