"So you used that piece of statue?"
In the yard of the Jenkins house, Mr. Augustus, who had finished sighing, asked.
"Yes, there were some troublesome things."
As he spoke, he called Mr. Augustus into the room to talk, but the descendant of death in black robe shook his head:
"I can't get into your house."
After finishing speaking, he did not explain this sentence, but brought the topic back to just now:
"That statue is not a trap deliberately arranged. I once said, Jenkins, your essence is death. In any case, fate will guide you to be involved with us. This is a destined thing."
"Then can I wash [Bone Sacrifice] with the water of the Styx River? You know, I don't have many vacancies for abilities. Now that I've reached level 7, I have to prepare for the promotion to level 8. I want to arrange Good choice for the rest of the abilities."
Level 7 gave Jenkins two new bubbles. Except for [Blessing of the Book] and the new savior ability that he might get, he couldn't learn any other abilities unless he was immediately promoted to a demigod. Even if it wasn't to clean up the relationship with the god of death, it was Jenkins' original plan to wash away an ability to obtain a better ability.
"Well... don't you know?"
Mr. Augustus asked suspiciously:
"The water of the Styx River itself comes from the [Undead Underworld], those abilities that have a strong relationship with the [Undead Underworld] cannot be washed away by the water of the Styx River."
Now it was Jenkins' turn to be surprised, but thinking about it carefully, there must not be many abilities related to the world that dominates [Ancient Death], and it is understandable that the church's materials did not record the limitations of [Water of the Styx].
"But there are many ways to wash away the ability in the material world. You can find other ways. Although it is a bit troublesome, if you look for it, it won't take a long time."
Mr. Augustus gave thoughtful advice.
"Do you mind if I lose this ability?"
Jenkins questioned, and glanced back at the window on the second floor of his house to make sure that no one saw the conversation between the two. The girls were all asleep, and no one knew of this night's conversation except the cat at the window.
"Why should I care? Even if you lose this ability, you will still be involved in death sooner or later. The master knows this, so he is not in a hurry.
"I knew you would say that, well then, I'll think of other ways."
Jenkins made a helpless expression.
"Before losing this ability, you can find me at any time through sacrifice. According to the function of the ability, I am not only a summoner of thugs, but also a messenger of death with certain powers."
Mr. Augustus reminded, but he also knew that Jenkins would most likely not have anything to do with them again. But the two were friends anyway, so Mr. Augustus no longer "sells" death. Seeing that it was getting late, he was about to leave and told Jenkins before leaving that Nolan's fog was a little abnormal, and there were strange things wandering in it.
"It's full of death and resentment."
He said so, and then disappeared.
After seeing off Mr. Augustus, Jenkins returned to the bedroom. I petted my cat, closed my eyes and wanted to sleep.
But I was so full of thoughts that I couldn't fall asleep. After all, tonight was really exciting.
Thinking of what Hathaway said just now, he stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and had to admit that he was indeed somewhat regretful that Hathaway's plan had not been successfully implemented, but he couldn't blame him.
"It's all the night manor's fault! And those two people who called the manor down! If it wasn't for them, tonight..."
Turning over, I felt that I really couldn't fall asleep, so my heart swayed, I closed my eyes and projected to see Alexia, a few seconds later the real phantom pulled the real body over, and the bed was empty.
"Meow~"
The cat closed its eyes and sniffed its little nose. When it opened its eyes, it turned out that Jenkins was gone, and an expression of grievance immediately appeared on its face. If it wasn't for the dance tonight, it might be angry with Jenkins again, but Jenkins had experienced too many things tonight, so the cat forgave him this time.
"Meow~"
The cat lowered its head and pawed at the folds of the bed sheet, really only this time.
Jenkins came back close to the morning, and when he came back, he covered his shoulders and showed a painful expression. Last night at Night Manor, when he risked swallowing two-thirds of the world tree seeds, Alexia was behind him, so he was washed by the purest spirit of life, and even the body of a demigod suffered from it. A fairly strong permanent purification has been obtained.
He just didn't expect that the washing would heal all the wounds, so when he left just now, Alexia suddenly bit his shoulder as a complaint.
Because it was almost time to eat, the cat woke up on time, and lay down next to the pillow gloatingly watching Jenkins heal himself.
After a brief wash, one person and one cat went downstairs. Julia had already made breakfast at this time, and Jenkins realized that he had a professional maid at home.
"Actually, you don't have to go so early. Usually we don't get up until later."
Jenkins said with some embarrassment that Julia probably didn't sleep long last night.
"Since Your Highness sent me here, I will naturally do everything I should do."
The maid said seriously, and then asked Jenkins what he usually eats for chocolate for breakfast. Jenkins casually said that it would be the same as what he ate, so Julia looked at the cat curled up on Jenkins' chest with a strange expression.
She also wanted to ask where the cat litter box in Jenkins' house was, but she couldn't find it after searching for a long time this morning. But before the question came out, Chocolate looked at her with an inscrutable look.
Julia is quite familiar with this cat, after all, every time Jenkins appears, this cat must appear. Wanting to ask the question, she stared at the chocolate and swallowed it again. It wasn't that the cat changed the maid's mind without authorization, but Julia remembered Alexia's attitude towards the cat, so she simply put All doubts are hidden in the heart.
"Why didn't I see your bowl?"
Jenkins yawned and sat down, and found that there were only three sets of plates, bowls, knives and forks on the table, and he knew the answer when he asked a question, so he asked Julia to sit down and eat together:
"You don't have to object. This is not a palace, but my home. There are not so many rules. I have the final say on everything."
But Julia still refused, and she seldom dined with Dolores even when she was around.
Jenkins wasn't impatient, he just lamented that the world was different from the original one. Reaching out to grab Julia's hand, he tried to pull her to the chair beside him with a little force.