On the hill not far from Nolan Public Cemetery, everyone in the camp is still nervously waiting for the return of believers of lies. In the tent closest to the central bonfire, Dolores and Alexia sat at the table together, and Her Royal Highness leaned on her teacher's shoulder in distress:
"Am I doing something wrong for Jenkins to take such a risk?"
"That was his decision, not yours. You just helped him achieve his wish. What's wrong with that?"
Alexia comforted her students:
"And you don't believe him so much? Don't you know what kind of power he has?"
"But Jenkins is just a Son, not a demigod. He's not a demigod even with all his messiah abilities, see, he can't even fly alone right now. I'm worried about my father, but if the most important thing in my life Both men are because of…”
Dolores' voice became weaker, and Alexia stroked her student's hair pityingly:
"Stop, Dolores. Maybe I can tell you something. After all, Hathaway already knows it, and you probably know it too."
"whats the matter?"
Her Royal Highness immediately sat up straight and looked at her teacher.
The short lady looked around to make sure no one was listening:
"Before I say it, you have to be mentally prepared and promise..."
"I won't tell anyone else."
"I'm not worried about you telling other people. After all, people won't believe you, and they will probably think you are crazy. I want you to promise that no matter what you hear, you don't need to scream loudly, and you are not allowed to take the trouble after that. Ask me more things."
"Of course I can, promise God!"
Dolores raised a hand and said.
The short lady nodded, brushed away the hair from Dolores' ears, then turned her face and whispered something in her ear.
The two separated after a short time, and Alexia actually saw the surprise, dullness, and imperceptible panic on her student's face:
"Your expression is exactly what I thought."
As he said that, he picked up the teapot and filled himself with tea in a bored way:
"I thought you'd have a funnier reaction, like screaming or giggling."
"What you said is true?"
Her Royal Highness, who took a long time to react, grabbed Alexia's arm and asked. This almost caused Alexia to pour tea on the book in front of her. She asked reproachfully:
"Is it fun to lie to you?"
Putting down the teacup, he pressed Dolores' shoulders with both hands, so that the two sides could look at each other directly at close range:
"Now answer me honestly—Dolores, did you always think that Jenkins was a normal person?"
"Of course he's not normal... But who would have thought of such a thing? You didn't lie to me, did you?"
Her Royal Highness asked again shyly.
"Of course I didn't lie to you. You can ask him to verify it yourself later."
Dolores stared into her teacher's eyes, and finally found no joke in them:
"You didn't lie to me?"
"This is the third time, Dolores, of course I didn't lie to you."
"Oh God~"
She finally shenyined, slowly bent down and put her head on the table, looking at the teacup in front of her and the shadow of the file under the chandelier:
"Should I be happy about this kind of thing? Yes, I should be happy!"
As he said that, the expression on his face immediately became happy, and he sat up straight again and looked at the teacher:
"Then we are both... wives? Teacher, you have slept with him, how does it feel?"
Alexia looked at her student with scrutiny eyes, and the latter's eyes moved unconsciously to the teacher's beautiful long brown hair, thinking that the hair quality was so good.
It was only then that I realized my "smugness", and muttered that I was already an adult, but I still blushed obediently and lowered my head:
"I want to try it too."
"What's the use of telling me this? I don't object. It's Jenkins' eccentric values that object, so if you have the guts, you can just tell her what you think."
"But a lady wouldn't do such a thing."
Dolores accepted Jenkins as a god much faster than Hathaway. This is probably because, in Dolores's mind, Jenkins is extraordinary, like a character out of a story; but in Hathaway's mind, Jenkins is just an immature big boy.
"Then what is chocolate?"
But both of them grasped the same key issue:
"Since Jenkins is... so what is the cat he raised?"
Dolores asked again.
"I can't tell you this, your level is too low, it's better not to know some things... And."
Alexia's expression suddenly became serious, even when she revealed such important information just now, she didn't show such an expression.
"what else?"
"Never mention that his cat is abnormal in front of Jenkins without my permission. Never."
An extremely cold wind blew in through the gaps in the tent, and the chandelier only maintained a steady light for a few seconds before shaking and went out. Alexia stood up and stood in front of Dolores. After confirming that nothing suddenly rushed in, she said:
"He is back."
The two walked out of the tent together quickly, only to see that the cold wind blowing from the direction of the fog had covered the grass in the woods with a layer of hoarfrost. Snowflakes roared from that direction, hitting the face like being stabbed by sharp thorns.
The hazy cold fog and white light made it difficult for people to see where the cold wind and snowflakes were coming from. But soon, a dark object flew over and landed on the still warm embers of the campfire. The falling impact mixed the gray-red warm ashes with the cold snowflakes in the wind. .
In the cold fog and white light, a man with a cat on his shoulder came over, holding a sword in his right hand. Behind him, a group of people shivering from the cold followed carefully. Even though they looked cold, at least they were still alive.
"This is Blizzard Ghost."
Mr. Candle said, and then threw the four items of gold, silver, copper and iron in his arms on the ground. The person lying on the embers of the bonfire who couldn't see his face jumped up at once, but when he was about to approach the four strange objects, Jenkins threw his sword and directly nailed the person to the embers of the bonfire again.
He turned to look at Mr. Gilbert:
"I brought all the people back. Destroying these four items will completely destroy this thing. Now tell me, Mr. Oliver, have you promised to hand over the key?"