The words of the elf on the other side of the stream made Sigrid in the rain a little sad, but this time the nun was a little stronger. The two did not talk to each other, but kept silent and completely covered the corpse.
Taking a few steps back, the strange emerald green flames emerged from the cracks in the cobblestones again, rising in the rainstorm. When the flames were extinguished, this time Jenkins found an emerald green glass bead from the ashes of the human figure, and some golden dust could be seen inside the bead, shining in the stream light.
This is not a gift, not even a numbered item. Jenkins looked at the elf on the other side, who patiently explained:
"Put this in your heart, you can get an ability and a blank bubble."
That is to say, one more ability is directly added without occupying the current blank bubble position. The generosity of the eternally great Lord of Flowers once again made Jenkins sigh.
"This is the yellow spell ability [Activated Tree Shield]. You only need to wear any jewelry containing wooden parts on your body, then you can use this ability to summon a wooden shield at any time. The shield can almost maintain existence as long as it has a spirit, and It can deflect most spell-type energy attacks... It's a pity that it's not strong enough to attack physical forces, but at least it can be used as an ordinary wooden shield."
It is a very practical ability, but for Jenkins who is interested in [Blessing of Books], [Activating Tree Shield] is somewhat useless. Although it doesn't take up the only blank bubble he has left, but for him, mortal spell attacks are not very effective, and even if they are useful, they can't break through the upper limit of [Undead]. And those attacks from high-dimensional creatures, the tree shield obviously can't stop it, so this ability can be used, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't.
"It's yours."
He stuffed things to Sigrid again, happily asking for the World Tree seed for a while, and he would not be embarrassed:
"It's useless for me to hold this, it's yours."
He explained that this time, Sigrid didn't even shirk, she just took a serious look at Jenkins and accepted it.
Seeing that Sigrid's emotions were recovering well, the two continued to wait for the fourth corpse to appear, and during this period, the elf's poetry sounded again.
In the rain, this song has an indescribable sadness:
"The story begins with the first ray of sunshine,
The blades of grass push against the stones to welcome the dawn,
Died on sheep's teeth in the warm morning;
Men kill sheep at noon,
eat its flesh,
But it will also die at night.
All things return to the earth,
Support the grassland for the next day.
cycle of life and death,
The exchange of hunter and prey.
praise nature,
Praise the venerable order.
praise the world,
Celebrate everything I have. "
The poem ended but the light door to return to the material world still did not appear, so the song continued to loop, and it was not very annoying amidst the clattering rain, because Jenkins liked the tone this time.
Sigrid stood with Jenkins, her head resting on his shoulder naturally, as if she wanted to keep warm by Jenkins' side. Jenkins listened to the sound of the rain, and the feeling that was interrupted just now came to his heart again. In the song of the elves, in the sound of the rain hitting the ground, and beside the gurgling stream, he felt that he was overcome by the wetness. Touched something that does not belong to mortals.
Tonight is the first day of this month, and the knowledge in the whispers at the end of the month a few hours ago has not yet been sorted out. The perception at this time is mixed with those indescribable knowledge, making Jenkins even more confused.
He tried his best to let himself go to listen to the sound of the rain, but he couldn't catch the inspiration that seemed to be a fleeting flash in the dark.
In this entanglement, the two ushered in the fourth corpse floating from upstream. After wading into the water to pull the body back to shore, Jenkins discovered that the elderly woman was still unknown to him.
"Is it someone you know again?"
He bent down and hooked the old man's armpits with his hands and pulled the corpse to the shore. Sigrid knelt down and brushed the hair from the woman's face. The face that had just turned rosy turned pale again:
"Aunt Emery!"
"Who is this?"
"This is... her full name is Emery Capet..."
Now Jenkins understood, and he still remembered that Sigrid's surname used the surname of the nun who picked her up in front of the church. So the originally impolite dragging was immediately turned into hugging the corpse by him:
"Did she... pass away?"
Jenkins tried to keep his tone as normal as possible.
"No, she lives very well in the church in Rhodes County, Cheslan Kingdom, and I will go back to see her every year at the end of the year."
"It's okay, Dad's corpse also appeared just now, but isn't Dad alive and well? Maybe he will reprimand me loudly when we go out later. This is not a real corpse, it's just used to test us in the strange world of."
"Yes, I understand."
Although the sound was nearly lost in the rain, Jenkins thought she should be fine this time. Compared with things that cannot be changed in the past, what has not happened in reality cannot affect the heart of a strong girl.
Put the corpse on the pile of pebbles just now, but before Jenkins even picked up the first pebble, the corpse reached out and grabbed Sigrid's wrist. The old man's hoarse voice appeared in the rain:
"Sigrid, I will die one day."
The blond girl looked at Jenkins helplessly.
"And you, one day, will stand in front of my grave and watch my coffin go into the deep pit. You will sprinkle a handful of soil on the coffin, offer a flower, and watch me sleep forever In the earth. Will you cry then?"
This kind of malicious metaphor made Jenkins wonder if Sigrid was the master of the crime scene. After all, when the first two corpses appeared, the questions Jenkins was asked were not such troublesome people.
"Yes, I will cry for you."
"So, will you be sad to leave me, Seager (nickname)?"
"Yes, I will be sorry."
"So, will you be sad because of my death?"
"Yes, I will be sad."
"So, you resist my death."
"No, I don't resist."
The girl remained calm when she said this:
"The spirit of nature teaches us that the process of people's death is also part of nature."
She winked at Jenkins:
"Death is nature and an important weight to maintain balance. I will be sad because of your departure, but I will not resist death because of it. I will die too, everyone will die, it's okay, when death comes, as long as the relatives can Being around, I don't think it's something to be afraid of."
The old man let go of his hand, and Jenkins also noticed Sigrid let out a long breath.
"Bury it."
She took the initiative to greet Jenkins, even with a smile on her face:
"This time is really too simple. I think every believer and brave man of nature can face this problem calmly."
Jenkins nodded, wanting to praise her for her intelligence and bravery, but saw the other party looking behind Jenkins with a horrified expression on her face.
Thinking that there was danger behind him, Jenkins turned around and wanted to punch out. But there was no one behind him, only a woman was slowly walking towards the dark edge far away from the shallows. It was a poorly dressed woman with an ugly face and a baby in her arms.
While she was walking towards the two of them slowly, a phantom of a road appeared by the rainy stream. The woman stood on the side of the road, opposite a black fence gate with golden decorations, which is a typical country church decoration style. Only the Phantom had only the gate, so Jenkins couldn't tell which church it was.
The hesitant woman did not cross the road, but put the baby in her arms on the other side of the road and turned away, disappearing into the depths of darkness. No matter which church it is, it hates those who abandon babies, so she is afraid to approach them, but Jenkins can understand the meaning of putting the children on the other side of the road, but he can't understand this approach.
The disappearance of the woman did not make the phantom disappear. As the road merged more and more harmoniously with the environment of the strange place, the heavy rain also soaked the road and the fence gate.
Jenkins looked at the baby on the side of the road worriedly, not understanding what was going on. At this moment, the familiar sound reappeared from the place where the woman disappeared. Looking into the palpitating darkness, it was the two deer that appeared just now. The corpses were severely decomposed, and the maggots regarded them as deer breeding in the ocean.
"this… "
That road is no longer a phantom, because the monster that appeared actually left footprints on the road. They ignored the people in the light by the stream, but the babies who approached the roadside in the rain. Perhaps sensing the danger, the baby in the package cried loudly, and the crying sound spread far in the rain.
Jenkins frowned and looked across the stream, asking the elf:
"What does it mean?"
"This matter has nothing to do with you, you..."
He probably wanted to tell Jenkins not to act rashly, at least Jenkins thought that was what he meant, but he suddenly changed his mind and said:
"Here, you can do whatever you want without being restricted."
Sigrid flitted by, running for the darker road, but Jenkins grabbed her right hand and yanked her backwards:
"What are you going to do with such a dangerous thing?"
As he said that, he pulled out the cane that had been inserted into the ground just now, and swung it violently. The water droplets flowing on the surface of the cane scattered like water mist under the action of force.
"Everything is nature."
He murmured softly as he walked, the surrounding air and even the space seemed to be preventing him from going that way. The sticky feeling seemed to be a barrier made of slime in front of him, but Jenkins refused to take a step back. Watching the two monsters approaching the baby in the rain, he let out a breath slowly, and then the golden and green intertwined The brilliance appeared on his body surface, and in the torrential rain of this strange world, it illuminated the front like a flaming torch.