Even though Nolan City is one of the most economically developed cities in the Kingdom, the city has not installed street lights. As far as Jenkins knows, street lights have just been installed on some important streets in the capital Beldyland this spring. The "Norlan Daily" has no news about the installation of street lights in the city yet, but it is expected that the people of Nolan, who are not far behind, will enjoy bright streets at night within two or three years.
The bars in the corners of the city are still open, but the avenues are empty.
Jenkins made his way down Fifth Queen's Road, staying close to the wall, avoiding patrolling police officers, and then turned on the stone pavement toward the docks. A spot of light appeared in the distance, followed by the clatter of horseshoes and the sound of wheels rolling over the road.
The driver didn't pay attention to Jenkins at the corner of the street, adjusted the position of the kerosene headlights hanging on the side, looked up at the marble building and the high peaked roof on the side, and carried a tall and thin gentleman with a beard in the carriage sail into the distance.
The city does not have a curfew, but the patrolmen are suspicious of anyone who sneaks around at night. If you're unlucky and meet the Orthodox Church's Benefactor team wearing patrol uniforms, they might be able to tell the color of their underwear today at a glance.
Jenkins' destination is the [Ocean and Exploration] church in the dock area.
Somewhere in the shadows he summoned the black robe to transform, and then made Chocolate look at his cane under a brick wall. He took out a stack of blank papers, thought about it, and put it back.
Spread your hands, concentrate, and three standard printing papers appear in your palm. The snow-white color seems to be able to shine in the dark night.
Having not touched such a piece of paper for a long time, Jenkins lost his mind for a moment, and then activated the [Book of Memories]. The front portrait, side portrait, and reverse portrait of Pirate King-Destroyer Fermisio appeared on the paper, and they were in color. Finally, print Fermisio's name on the bottom of the paper in print, and the work is complete.
He didn't have to worry that someone would think of the gift he had just obtained because of this. After all, not everyone knows about this reward, and [Book of Memories] can only show the things in memory in this book, not on all paper.
Whispered softly to the side of the courtyard of the civic residence, borrowed the gardens of several households, and arrived at the welfare nursing home directly opposite the church.
The walls of the yard were not too high, and the street was not very wide. Jenkins folded three white papers, which were similar to photos, into paper airplanes, and then threw them to the opposite side one by one.
His craftsmanship is not bad, and the wind is not too strong tonight. Among the three paper airplanes, two landed on the white stone steps in front of the church gate, and one wobbled and bumped into a decorative stone pillar, and then landed under the pillar.
He heaved a sigh of relief and found the chocolate waiting place after a long detour. The cat was a little dissatisfied with the owner for leaving it on the street, but it forgave him because of Jenkins' embrace.
This can also be regarded as Jenkins' small contribution to Nolan City, and once Fermische sneaks into the city, it will be a very dangerous thing for peace-loving great writers.
Originally planned to go home to write a book, or go to Mr. Ink Club to practice guns, but it was only eight o'clock at night. While it was still early, Jenkins went home, changed his clothes, left some food for Chocolate, and went out again.
Then Chocolate also slipped out wagging its tail.
After walking for an hour, I came to the edge of the city. I randomly found a small forest, went deep into it, and walked slowly until I was sure that there was no one nearby.
He leaned against the tree and kicked the fallen leaves under the tree at will. First, he took out a coin that felt like wood from his pocket, that is, [Seed of Blasphemy]. According to the introduction he saw at the church during the day, he injected a small amount of spirit into it, and then put it in his mouth and blew gently. Get it right next to your ear.
For a while, apart from whispers that could not distinguish the specific content, no so-called blasphemous knowledge was heard.
"Is there a problem with the church's information?"
As he thought about it, he kept the coins away. This is a by-product of black's ability, and it must not be that simple.
Call out your own ability light spot, and then look at the red [Twin Devil].
Until today, he hadn't had time to test this ability, but combat abilities are usually very obvious, so he had to find this kind of quiet place to test.
Jenkins understood it literally, guessing that the function of the ability is to summon a clone. But the test results were far beyond his expectations—
After mentally activating the red light spot, a human-shaped black figure exuding a strong sulfur smell and still emitting black smoke appeared behind Jenkins, with his back against his back.
The black shadow has no specific appearance, because the whole body is full of smoke, and the height and shape cannot be seen. Tried to control, but found that only one target could be specified.
He designated the target on the tree with no leaves not far away, and the black figure drew an afterimage in the dark night and rushed over.
Boom~
Hearing a loud noise, Jenkins subconsciously fell to the ground with his head in his arms.
He took off the fallen leaves from his hair, patted the dirt on his shoulders, and looked up again, where there was only a pit left where the tree was. Black flames danced in the pit, getting smaller and smaller, and then completely off.
"bomb?"
Jenkins rubbed his hands together and approached the pit, only then did he confirm that the truth of this ability was to summon a phantom of a demon that would self-destruct.
"Twin Devils?"
He grinned, not knowing how to evaluate this ability. Carefully cleaned up the footprints and traces on the ground, and left here.
On the other side of the city, the kitten who had left its owner was proudly walking on the street. The two policemen walking towards them were talking in a low voice as they passed the wall where chocolate was standing, but they turned a blind eye to the cute cat.
"Meow~"
Chocolate raised his head to look at the double moon above his head, let out a threatening cry, and then jumped down nimbly. It walks the streets like a shadow, and no one can see this lovely creature.
With a kick of its hind legs, the whole cat crossed the broad Westminster River. While gliding in the air like a bat, the yellow vertical pupil caught a glimpse of a certain man lying on the bottom of the river, but ignored him and continued to move forward.
The moonlight seems to avoid chocolate on purpose, and it walks through the sleeping city like a shadow. In front of him was a villa without any light. Chocolate stood at the intersection and carefully looked at the street signs, then turned into the yard.
The door was locked, the windows were also locked, and there seemed to be some special ritual traces on the wall for warning. But that's okay, the clever cat meowed softly, passed through the wall and landed on the sofa.