"But this is the underground of the city. How did you dig here outside the city?"
Jenkins wondered.
"Norlan City prospered after the kingdom was established. In the time of the ancient Shikali Empire, it was just a small fishing village, and further back in the 17th Era, it might have been deserted... That's it."
After walking forward for less than five minutes, the mine came to the end, and the father asked Jenkins to cover his ears, and then blew the whistle vigorously.
The piercing whistle pierced the originally silent mine tunnel, and Jenkins shivered, shivering violently. He suspected that the whistle could be heard even deeper in the mine tunnel behind him. Although his father said that this ancient mining area had been fully explored and there was no danger, but in such a quiet environment, he would always think wildly.
After the whistle stopped, the old man plucked his ears helplessly, and then looked at the stone wall in front of him with Jenkins. As if drawn with chalk, a door appeared line by line.
It was an ordinary wooden door with weirdly shaped human ears painted on it, with the ear hair sticking out of the hole. Above the human ear is a string of words of unknown meaning gilded.
"B-11-5-4004, the greedy voice control gate, records a specific sound every month, and only when this sound appears, will it show itself and the space behind it. The disadvantage is that this is very rare and requires It is a special item that can only be operated with energy supply, and what it needs is silver, and it is very high-purity silver. This is why, the Orthodox Church has heard of it, but has never thought of using it to store things."
"Isn't the church very rich?"
"The money of the church is not thrown from the sky by sages. For the same gold pound, we can find a better way to store it. This door is not a good thing either. Certain specific tones can open the door to a terrible world. , and even behind the doors corresponding to some tones, there are extremely terrifying creatures, the number of which is more than 300."
Pop was obviously very familiar with this item.
"Obviously there are some permanent spaces behind it, but in this day and age nobody knows how to use them. It's more important to note that this door can only be opened from the outside, so let's not close it."
The two of them walked into the door while talking. Behind the door was a space smaller than Jenkins' bathroom, without any extra decorations.
In the center of a flat ground, seven lit blood-red candles formed a circle, surrounding a chair and the bald old man on the chair.
This is the oldest person Jenkins has ever seen in this world. His entire face was slack, and his thin body was covered with a white robe without any decorative pattern, which was more like a bed sheet. The wrists and hands exposed by the cuffs can almost see the bones.
A rancid smell filled the air. It wasn't the feeling of rotting corpses or food, but more like expired mechanical oil.
"Look at the seven candles, this is the [Seal of the Immortal Dead] numbered B-12-2-4118."
There was some sneer in the old man's tone: "As long as any creature is in the seven lit candles, it will not die of old age. But if it has entered the seal, then no matter how much life is left, the candle will go out and any one will die." If you root or leave this range, you will die immediately, which can be regarded as the worst means of life extension."
"Can we say this in front of him?"
Jenkins asked quietly, standing behind him. Because it's too quiet here, lowering the voice doesn't actually do anything.
"It doesn't matter, you can call him Mr. Beeders, he is 187 years old this year. Mortals will die eventually, and even extraordinary items can't completely solve this problem. He is still alive now, but his physical functions have declined to the extreme. [Mr. Ink Club] The owner keeps him safe, but he has to contribute to the club, that is, to answer some visitors' questions, and there are less than 40 people in Nolan City who qualify. He seemed to be a great figure when he was young, so knowing some centuries The former confidential matter, if you live longer, it will only have this effect."
While Dad explained, Jenkins kept staring at the shrunken, head-down elderly man sitting in the chair. For a few seconds, Jenkins even thought he was dead, but since the candle was still burning, he couldn't be dead.
It's a boon, but only two levels, like Jenkins.
"Do you know [Gear Germs]?"
Clearing his throat, the old man asked.
"Yes, but not much. That's the first question."
Mr. Peters' old voice was unexpectedly clear, echoing in the small open space, and Jenkins thought that his weakness was no longer strong enough to support such a voice. Because he didn't look up, Jenkins couldn't see the expression beneath his bald head.
"How to make the infection source of [Gear Bacteria]?"
"I don't know. That's the second question."
"How to quickly identify the infected person of [Gear Germ]?"
"I don't know. That's the third question."
"In the years of your life, what other major events happened in the year of the first outbreak of [gear germ]?"
"This question is very broad... The biggest incident is that [Creation and Mechanics] church civil strife, a 7th-level gifted person carrying three gifts to apostate. This is the fourth question."
Could it be that Dad and Jenkins were looking at each other at the same time
"Which three?"
"I only know one thing. If you want to know the answer, you have to pay an additional price of five answers."
"explain."
Dad didn't even bat an eye.
"C-08-2-2218, the stopped clock."
"effect?"
"I don't know. Chenghui 10 questions, 500 pounds, please pay outside, only accept cash."
Dad didn't speak for a while, squinting his eyes and thinking about something, then looked at Jenkins:
"Do you have any questions?"
"Huh? Oh, me, no more."
Pop nodded and walked out with Jenkins.
Watching the door disappear as if it had been erased, Jenkins let out a sigh of relief. The space just now gave him an uncomfortable feeling, like standing in a cemetery.
"So expensive? 50 pounds for a question?"
In the dark mine tunnel, his first concern was this.
"It's worth the price. He does know a lot of things. Sometimes I will pay him to appraise some items. If I was not afraid that he would blow out the candle and commit suicide, I would have reported this person to the church."
Although he said he didn't care, Dad was also dissatisfied with the wronged money.
"Father, this is someone else's territory."