From the moment Jenkins and Miss Windsor started talking, Miss Magic, who was also in the carriage, maintained her "professional ethics" and stopped interjecting.
"Can you tell me about the resurrection you mentioned?"
But when Jenkins talked about Takvin Takven, she still couldn't help but suddenly asked curiously, and Jenkins simply said "the clues the church found". Miss Magic nodded slightly when she heard the words:
"I've heard of [Soul Echo], which is a very evil artifact for manipulating the soul. Although I don't know what the other party wants to do, it is definitely a good thing to be blocked."
Now that the ceremony was mentioned, Jenkins talked about the relationship between the Great Southern Fire and Tarquin. What Miss Windsor heard was that Tucker sacrificed her own people, and she was very disgusted with this practice. The focus of Miss Magic's hearing was on the occult, and she couldn't help interjecting again, which surprised Miss Windsor. In her opinion, her mysticism consultant is the kind of dull woman who can't speak three words a day.
"After the terrible night on Monday, I talked with my... friends from other places about the Son of the Mist. This is a creature with strong adaptability and variability. It was born in Nolan, so within the original Mist characteristics In addition, it also has the characteristics of metal and resentment; it was born in a burning forest, so it will have the characteristics of flames and forests. Does the other party want to cultivate the Son of Catalytic Mist?"
"The church has similar ideas, and they must have had plans since last year."
"They knew about the Children of the Mist earlier than the Church?"
Miss Magic frowned.
"Yes, the church suspects that the big guys under our feet gave them advice."
Jenkins moved his legs and stepped on the floor of the car, making the cat on his lap let out a dissatisfied cry.
Miss Windsor was confused, but Miss Magic completely understood. She nodded again and couldn't help sighing:
"In this way, the organization called the tree house, isn't it trying to catalyze the arrival of the end?"
A smile appeared on Jenkins' face, and Miss Magic went with him:
"I think so too. It seems that you really know this matter very well."
"No, I just deduced it from the principle. Those ceremonies are very pointed. Of course, I am not the only one who came to this conclusion. My friends are rushing to Nolan from all over the world. Everyone wants to witness this era."
Miss Magic refers to the believers who are also the god of rituals. When Jenkins proposed cooperation to her as Mr. Candle last month, she mentioned that her church members were also gathering towards Nolan.
"Then what I said..."
"They thought it was a good offer, but they wanted to see 'the gentleman' before they could decide whether to work with him or not."
Jenkins did not speak, but nodded slightly, and Miss Magic stopped the topic. She also knew that it was best not to talk about this matter in front of irrelevant people.
Miss Windsor originally wanted to send Jenkins home and go back, but Jenkins thought it was too dangerous to let Miss Windsor go home "alone", so he insisted on letting the driver go directly to the residence of the Windsor family in the city, said goodbye to Miss Windsor, and watched her After entering the courtyard with a regretful face, he turned and left.
But Jenkins did not look for the carriage, but walked alone in the foggy night city. He slowed down on purpose, and only after ten minutes of walking did he hear the footsteps of a woman chasing after him.
"Your speed is really fast."
He pinched his pocket watch and said:
"It's only been ten minutes, and you found a reason to leave Miss Windsor?"
"I'm not by her side 24 hours a day, it's off-duty now."
Miss Magic replied, she could hear her panting unsteadily, probably from chasing her all the way:
"Do you think that an outstanding gifter like me would personally protect an ordinary person 24 hours a day because of money? No, I have a lot of things to do."
Jenkins stood there waiting for her, and after Miss Magic came to her side, they walked side by side together.
"There is no 24-hour personal protection, I think it's just because Miss Windsor didn't pay more."
He said, Miss Magic thought for a moment and nodded:
"Yes, you're right."
Neither of them mentioned why they acted so familiar under Jenkins' current identity. Jenkins and Miss Magic skipped this topic tacitly. They walked through the fog so late to talk about it.
"So, Miss Silver Flute is not here tonight, is Mr. Black Cat in big//trouble?"
Jenkins asked the question almost declaratively.
"To be more precise, Mr. Black Cat and Mr. Hood are in big//trouble together. You know what happened with Tulip lately, right? Oh, you sure do."
Miss Magic followed Miss Windsor, even if she deliberately concealed it, it was impossible for her to be completely unaware of the relationship between a group of people and Tulip:
"Mr. Hood wants to make a lot of money from tulips. He thinks that this kind of flower will appreciate quickly in the near future. Mr. Black Cat has just returned from Turin and has a lot of money, so the two want to partner in business... "
She hesitated for a moment, and asked a question that she had been curious about for a long time:
"This kind of flower can make money, right?"
"The premise is that you have to run fast."
Jenkins said this, and then saw from the face of the other party that Miss Magic didn't understand at all. He did not explain, but continued to ask:
"What kind of trouble can you run into with this kind of business? Could it be that they have also provoked loan sharks?"
This is to say that Newman's fiancée's family, because of this incident, made Jenkins postpone taking the girls and Sigrid home.
"What usury? Mr. Black Cat and Mr. Hood think that although there are large local suppliers of finished tulip flowers and tulip bulbs, and the quality of finished flowers and bulbs is very high, the texture and color are quite good, but the local price is too high. So they want to use a steam train to get a train of leather goods from other places, maybe this time the business can realize the plan of not having to work hard for the rest of their lives. But the foreigner who contacted them who claimed to have goods is a liar, Mr. Hood When Mr. Black Cat and Mr. Black Cat found out the problem and went to them to ask for their money back, they found that the other party was dead."
It's really a complicated and twisted story.
"Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat were tricked?"
Jenkins was a little surprised:
"In my opinion, these two gentlemen are very smart and witty people. Who is the other party? Could it be a lie... Cough cough, what method did the other party use?"
"The other party's identity is very reliable."
Saying turn right at the intersection with Jenkins:
"It's not a problem for an ordinary person to die, just get back his money and leave. But there is a problem with the identity of the other party."
Seeing the policemen walking in a group of three to watch the night, they immediately changed their words and talked about the latest vegetable prices, and continued after the policemen walked away:
"The name of the deceased is Horace Luthor. You should know who he is. After all, he is your potential enemy. It is because this person uses his noble status as a guarantee that our friends can easily believe it. After all, who I didn't expect such a person to cheat money.
Now that he died in the hotel where he lived, Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat had a grudge against him because of the gold pound, and they were the first to find his body. What do you think will happen? More importantly, the whole Nolan is now looking for him, and his relationship with the death of the Southern King has not been clarified yet. In any case, Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat have nothing to do with this matter. "
There are also many connections between Horace Luthor and Jenkins. If it weren't for the appearance of the Williamette family, he would be the person with the highest succession rank for Fiddlesticks. Because the investigation found that it was related to the poisoning of the chef who killed Tarquin, the Nolan police, the Cheslan mission and the church were all looking for him, but they didn't expect him to be bumped into by Mr. Hood.
Luther was found dead this evening. In order to help dispose of the body, Miss Yindi went over to help temporarily. Originally, Miss Magic wanted to tell Miss Windsor about this matter and ask her to help solve it. But after thinking about it, there is no need to reveal the identities of Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat. It should be more convenient to ask Mr. Candle to help.
The two talked and went directly to the place where Luther died. Under the suggestion of Miss Magic, Jenkins still used the identity of Mr. Candle and changed the black and white cat chocolate into white cat vanilla.
It was only after entering the room that Jenkins understood what "disposing of the corpse" meant. In the spacious room, Mr. Luther was tied to a chair by hemp rope, and the chair was dropped in the air by five ropes, one of which was tied around his neck. Luthor is festering all over now, with scale-like metal shavings appearing on his skin, teeth and screw rods bursting out of his gums, a spring protruding from one eye is constantly swinging, and during the harsh roar of metal friction from his mouth, he is still oozing out. White steam comes out.
This person is undoubtedly dead, and now he looks like a corpse revived by the spell of the undead, but those undead don't install metal parts on their bodies by themselves.
"Mr. Candle."
After opening the door and seeing a man with a white cat come in, Mr. Hood, Mr. Black Cat and Miss Silver Flute immediately greeted him. At this time, everyone in Mr. Hood's party was present except Miss Bailing and Mr. White Cat. .
Jenkins nodded as a greeting, and then asked, with some hesitation in his tone:
"Is this person a mechanical transformation? No, it doesn't look like it."
This is not the case with mechanically modified human flesh and blood hybrid organisms. The former looked downright disgusting, now Mr. Luthor just looks horrible.
"Not the kind of stuff you're talking about. We've checked, and at least until he died, he was completely unquestionably pure human. It appears to be a curse, akin to a plague of undeath, capable of reviving the dead , but the recovered corpse is not a walking corpse, but this one."