Jenkins in the dragon's lair is a little embarrassed:
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't ask Miss Knight why she didn't want Dragon Soul, it has nothing to do with me... I just wanted to ask, why did you favor me in this so-called game?"
Jenkins explained, and the dragon nodded in understanding:
"Because I think that even if it was given to the human woman named Knight, it will still fall on you in the end. Don't make excuses, I don't mean you will force her to hand it over, I believe that the holy son of the sage is a man of outstanding morality People. I mean, she is really not suitable to have the soul of the four kings. She is different from you, she is just an ordinary human being, and she doesn't know the secrets of the end of the era, the holy son of the sage, if I say this, do you clear?"
"I probably understand."
Jenkins didn't know what he understood, but he took advantage of it, so he thought he understood it.
"The origin of the souls of the four kings is very ancient. This is the ability created by humans to forge the myth of their own race. Humans hope that they can learn complex magic from elves, so they created the legend of the soul of the tree; they hope that they can have a giant I have a physique like a dragon, so I created the legend of the Dragon Soul; I hope I can overcome the severe cold without fear of danger, so I created the legend of the Ice Soul... "
It pauses here on purpose, apparently for Jenkins to ask about Dark Souls.
"And what about Dark Souls?"
"Oh, that's a good question!"
The red dragon said with satisfaction, and then explained:
"Desire for power is also a sin. These unimportant sins constitute the legend of the dark soul. Therefore, the other three souls can be directly constructed, but the dark soul needs to be conceived. This is a very painful process, but only in this way can we gave birth to the dark soul."
"Does this have to be done?"
"Of course, it has to be done."
The giant dragon must have arrived, but he also said that he didn't know more things, after all, it was just a dragon.
The so-called "Dragon Soul" is not a soul, or even a substance. Ordinary methods cannot make it appear outside the human soul, but obviously the high-dimensional existence that gave the red dragon a task has a different method.
The soul of the dragon was sealed in a bronze bottle the size of a vase. The giant dragon lifted its scales, sucked in the cold air and carefully extracted it from the flesh, and then spewed out a mouthful of flame, melting the ooze on the bottle mouth Such a stopper.
A red mist diffused from it and flew towards Jenkins with a clear goal. They merged from Jenkins' forehead into his body without any hindrance, and at that moment, he seemed to hear the roar of a dragon in his ears. It was the roar of a real pure-blooded dragon that he had only heard in the story of Blacktown.
But after the roar, Jenkins only felt warm in his body, other than that there was nothing abnormal.
"That's it, my mission is completed, and I can go home after the end of this era. To be honest, this place is not bad, but it is not as good as the lair I built myself."
The red dragon let out a long sigh of relief, and looked much more relaxed:
"Incorporating the soul of the dragon, the success rate of any dragon-related ceremony you hold will be greatly increased, and the effect of dragon-related abilities will also be enhanced. This is not bad for humans, but high-level gifts The latter may not have much effect... Oh, Son of the Sage, take your rubbish with you when you leave."
It also did not forget to ask.
Jenkins nodded, took out a small mirror he had just drawn from his pocket, put on his monocle and looked at himself in the mirror. Sure enough, on the chest, there was a very inconspicuous red flame shaking slightly, which was very similar to the ice-blue flame on Dolores's chest, and it was bigger than the little spark on Miss Windsor's chest.
"Is this the soul of the dragon?"
Thinking in his heart, he put his hand on his heart, Chocolate thought this action was very indecent.
"In this way, only the soul of the tree is left..."
The sky was only slightly bright when we left the evergreen forest. It was still early, and the city was still in a deep sleep. Jenkins, who was in a good mood, went home to get some things first, and then flew to the [Church of Everything and Nature]'s residence near the Evergreen Forest on a unicorn in dissatisfaction with the chocolate.
There were many ascetic monks in the delegation of the Church of Nature this time, so Jenkins had to avoid their keen perception to sneak into Miss Capet's room.
As a result, as soon as he got in through the window, Miss Capet almost smashed him to death with a pillow. Miss Capet probably regarded him as a sex monster or something, and she was very ruthless when she attacked.
"Jenkins, what are you doing so early?"
A somewhat embarrassed Jenkins sat on the chair beside the bed, his right hand covering his left arm glowed slightly green, and he was healing himself.
"The dragon's game is over, I want to tell you what happened last night."
He explained that the cat who was lying unceremoniously on other people's pussy thought he deserved it.
"It's over? You won?"
"Of course, Miss Knight took the initiative to admit defeat. The person in the tree house was burned to ashes by a breath of dragon, and then I won."
"Are you OK?"
Miss Capet didn't seem to care much about the dragon game last night, but was concerned with Jenkins' left arm injury. Ordinary pillows, of course, can't achieve this effect, but Miss Capet's pillow is full of stones.
This is a unique method of accumulating spirits. According to Miss Capet, it is "close to the earth".
"It's okay, just a small injury."
Jenkins let go of his right hand as he said, and then handed Miss Capet the white flower on the button on his chest. When he was climbing on the outside of the wall with his hands just now, the flower was not easy to store, and the cat would hold it in his mouth and he was worried that the cat would be hungry, so he had to keep it away. As for why you don't hold it yourself, it's because this flower is for others to eat.
"Why did you send me flowers early in the morning?"
Miss Capet in her pajamas walked from the bedside to her dressing table and sat down while talking. Her room was different from that of ordinary church nuns. After all, because of her status as a descendant of the royal family, she was in the church. The status within has also changed.
"I made you give up the Dragon Soul yesterday without saying anything. Of course I want to make it up to you. I don't like taking advantage of others."
He conveniently inserted the flowers into the vase on the dressing table, and stroked them with his hand, the wilted flowers in the vase bloomed again.
"We are relatives, not ordinary friends. There is no need to be so polite. If you want, you can call me Sigrid in the future."
She glanced at the blooming flowers in the vase, marveling at Jenkins' extraordinary healing powers, then picked up the comb and combed her hair in front of the vanity mirror, looking at Jenkins through the mirror.