As if feeling embarrassed for not being able to give an immediate answer, the lady standing in the fog expressed some apology in her tone.
Jenkins, who was half-kneeling in front of the tree to handle the ceremony, said quickly:
"Don't worry, even the joint meeting of the Twelve Orthodox Gods is still being prepared. It won't start until at least next Saturday. Our negotiations with the church will not be earlier than the middle of next month, no matter how early..."
He paused, thinking about the twentieth of next month, which would be the first anniversary of his coming to this world. Looking back now, this year was really difficult, but it was also very fulfilling and interesting.
"You even know the date of the Orthodox Church's meeting? It seems that the preparations are quite good."
Miss Magic smiled.
"Of course, after all, this can be regarded as the most important activity after the emergence of the new Liar sect that people recognize."
Speaking of which, Jenkins stood up, took out a small paper bag from his pocket, and sprinkled the gold powder inside on the ground. It is clear that the fog in the cemetery has the breeze of the floating lawn, but the trajectory of the powder falling is completely unaffected by the wind.
"This matter needs to be carefully considered. Although I think it's the right choice for you to support me, I still have to make the decision myself... Do you have anything else to do today?"
he asked suddenly.
Miss Magic thought for a while:
"I wanted to get my hair done, but I can go tomorrow."
"Why don't you join me today, do you know about the successive deaths of the royal family's heirs? I'm... being invited by William to investigate this matter, it will definitely be interesting. And, I can pay you .”
Miss Magic thought for a while and agreed, but at the same time she said that she was working for Miss Windsor, which could also be regarded as working for William, so she didn't need extra remuneration.
She was very interested in the ceremony that Jenkins was arranging at the moment, because after the Wright language, Jenkins engraved ancient Elvish characters on the tree trunk surrounded by disgusting things like seven "sacrifices".
"I thought it was a sacrificial ceremony, but now, it seems to be related to hunting? Do you understand the mystery of elves?"
"Yes, there is a very great elder who taught me a lot of knowledge recently."
This refers to old elves.
"That's really lucky. In our era, even the stories of elves have almost disappeared."
The ritual that Jenkins arranges now is an ancient [hunting and tracking] ritual, which is completely mysterious to the elves. This is also one of the basic rituals taught to Jenkins by the old elves. This ritual was still very common in the youth of the old elves. Rangers in the forest occasionally encountered some creatures from the "outside" hiding in the vast forest. At this time, they needed to track their tracks. The most basic method is to carry out [hunting and tracking] based on the corpses of the creatures that were killed when the "foreign bodies" were eating.
According to the old elves, this ritual is rarely used by contemporary elves. But it doesn't mean that this ritual doesn't work. On the contrary, because of its ancient and fundamental nature, most anti-divination, prophecy and anti-tracing methods don't have much effect on it.
Miss Magic saw that Jenkins didn't mind her being there, so she watched with great interest as this never-before-seen ceremony was arranged and held. The core of the ceremony was the tree full of vitality. As the ceremony unfolded, light green light sprinkled from the tree to the ground, lighting up every rune on the trunk and the ground.
Gold dust was attached to those runes, and seven "remains" from different dead were brought into the sphere of influence of the ritual. Seeing Mr. Candle standing outside the ritual matrix and softly reciting the ancient elf language, for a moment, Miss Magic felt that the surroundings were not a cemetery, but a truly vast forest.
She is sure that this is not an illusion, but a "reality" captured by a powerful inspiration that does not conform to the material world itself. Coupled with the recent rumors, such as World Tree and other things, the speculation in my heart about the identity of Mr. Candle has become more and more certain.
Soon, as the aura of the ceremony faded, the seven remains from different victims gathered together and turned into a dark red ball mixed with teeth and flesh. Jenkins picked it up with gloves, feeling a little slippery and soft, and then called Miss Magic to wipe off the runes on the trunk and the ground with him, and they could set off.
"Why is this ceremony so..."
Miss Magic looked at the meat ball with some worry:
"Is it really an elf ritual?"
Judging from the results of the ceremony alone, it really looks like a cult's sacrificial summoning ceremony.
"You don't think that elves are all kind-hearted creatures, do you? Although the relics left by elves and some historical materials are recorded in this way, this is because elves took great care to put the unfavorable records and records before they left the material world. History has been erased. Coupled with the changes of the years and the descriptions of human writers, it is easy to think of them as creatures like vegetarian rabbits... "
Jenkins explained, then squeezed the fleshy ball in his hand, and it immediately emitted a blood-red light from the center, as if a glowing fetus was conceived inside. Of course, this is an illusion, this is just a ritual prop responsible for finding the "murderer".
Although it is not necessarily the same killer who killed those seven people, the [hunting and tracking] pointed to by the elf ritual is not tracking specific people, but the creature that "caused the cause of death". This facilitates Jenkins' actions, because he is likely to catch the last suspect in one go.
Together with Miss Magic, they climbed over the cemetery from the fence, and then the two chatted and walked towards the city according to the meat ball in Jenkins' hand. Jenkins mentioned that he met Mr. Hood in the Evergreen Forest a few days ago. Miss Magic was also concerned about whether Mr. Hood's arm had been "repaired". The word she used was not "treatment", so she obviously knew The truth about that arm.
Although he has seen Mr. Hood's face, Jenkins doesn't know where Mr. Hood lives. He just knows that he is a famous businessman, so he doesn't know the follow-up of that day. On the contrary, Miss Magic knew Mr. Hood's status as an ordinary person, so she said that if things could be settled quickly today, then the two of them could visit Mr. Hood in the evening, and he would be very happy.
The two of them and the cat wandered through the smog-shrouded Saturday morning, looking at the street corner silhouette of one of the largest cities of our era. Walk through the alleys filled with discarded metal pipes, pass the main entrance of the opera house where the carriages are tightly parked, meet the uniformed patrolmen at the intersection, and pass by the boy selling newspapers.
Finally, I smiled and said hello to the passing flower girl, and bought a tulip at a very high price by the way.
He didn't give it to Miss Magic, but carefully placed the sticky meat ball on the flower, and then the meat ball seemed to be absorbed by the flower, adding a few shiny spots to the original pale yellow petals. Blood red silk.
"There is a little difference between the records of historians and writers and the truth."
He explained to his friend:
"The elves are indeed a group of creatures that pursue the ultimate aesthetics."
"You know elves well?"
"Of course, I know a friend who is part elf."
Jenkins nodded and said, so the expression on Miss Magic's face became more and more weird.
Finally, following the guidance of the blood-red light, the two came to the door of a hotel hidden in a remote alley in the east of the city. A store that can survive in such a location will definitely not be a legitimate business. In addition to the conceivable prostitutes going out to solicit customers at night, they may also be involved with forces such as the black market and gangs.
But this is also good, it is very convenient for the two of them to act.
Pushing open the door of the hotel, I looked around at the interior decoration and some dirty wooden floors. Jenkins touched the cat on his shoulder, took the flower in his hand and walked to the counter:
"Who lives in the third room on the left on the second floor?"
He asked directly, reaching into his pocket with his right hand to take out something.
"Even if you give me gold pounds, I can't tell you. This is professional ethics. If I say it this time, can my store continue to operate in the future?"
The chubby, bald-headed middle-aged shopkeeper said that the temperature was already a little high in the morning. He was wearing an ugly red shirt with the second button missing, so Jenkins guessed that this man was suffering from a marital accident.
"I'm not going to pay for it."
As he said that, he took out the gun, and Miss Magic behind him smiled and turned to look in other directions.
"I know you're not a nice guy, but I don't want to embarrass a stranger I just met. Tell me the answer now, or you can try to see if this gun is a toy model."
When intimidating, the effect of [Fear Aura] is properly used, and the effect is very good.
"A middle-aged man in his 30s who lives alone, with brown hair, no beard, and glasses. He often goes out in a black coat, stays in the room every morning, and is probably not there in the afternoon and evening. He has never eaten with us. "
The fat man said immediately, his body trembling and he retreated a bit, but unfortunately there was a wall behind him, and he couldn't hide.
"do you know him?"
Jenkins asked again.
"do not know."
This is a lie, so Jenkins shook the pistol, and the other party trembled again as if he had epilepsy:
"He is a well-known 'chemist' in Nolan East."
"Um?"
This is a very interesting word.
"That is to say, he is very good at concocting some not-so-legal drugs, yes, the one you imagined. He has a workshop with others, which is hidden in the mining area. He has been hiding with me recently, and it seems to be Because he caused some trouble, I heard that he is planning to leave Nolan."
The fat man's intelligence was unexpectedly detailed, which made Jenkins reassess the value of [Aura of Fear].
He nodded knowingly, glanced at the clock in the corner, and motioned for Miss Magic to follow him upstairs.