"Do you have a letter to send?"
The stranger took out a shabby gray satchel from behind and straddled it, but there was obviously no place to hide things behind him.
Refusing to send a letter, or actually trying to send it, could lead to trouble. Jenkins didn't speak, but looked at his father, and sure enough, he saw that his father had a clear look.
[The appearance of the postman] + [Ask if you want to send a letter], these two points are very obvious features, and I think my father already knows what it is.
"Do you remember that little flower girl you met?"
asked Dad.
"Of course I remember, I have a deep memory."
That experience changed Jenkins in a way.
"This one is similar to that one, which is A-11-2-3822 [Cheap Mailman], which helps people get anything they want to send to the right person."
"So, father, what's the price?"
"The price is related to the type of items to be mailed. Different items require different prices. For example, the cost of sending a letter is one-third of the soul, and the price of sending food is the permanent loss of the five senses and an extra third person who can feel terrible hallucinations. Six senses...and refusing to mail it will piss this guy off."
The monsters are not completely invincible and undead, most of the monsters have an upper limit on their combat power. But the danger of creepy creatures lies not in their power but in their characteristics. For example, the girl who sells flowers is only at the level of a demigod, but the superposition of the identity of the flower girl and the basket makes her basically invincible.
Especially this kind of "rule-like" monsters, because their combat effectiveness is not strong, their characteristics are more restrictive. Neither Jenkins nor Dad thought about using force to solve the guy in front of him. Jenkins asked in a low voice:
"So what are we going to do? Gamble on luck? I don't like doing that."
He noticed that a colorful arc appeared in the distant sky for an instant, but it disappeared in an instant, and he didn't know what happened in the distance.
"I don't like doing that either."
The old man said with a sullen face, and then asked:
"Do you have paper on you? Letter paper."
"some."
He reached into his bosom, pushed aside the chocolate's claws, and then drew a piece of paper out of thin air and took it out. It looked suspicious, no one would just stuff a piece of paper in their arms, and it wasn't wrinkled, but Dad didn't bother to ask.
“[Cheap postman] is a little different from the little flower girl you met. It doesn’t have a physical body, and it can only appear when it depends on an actual humanoid creature. Some extremely large exorcism ceremonies can Banished it for a while, but certainly not just the two of us.
In addition, the only safe and reliable way is to send the mail to a place where the postman cannot deliver it. In this way, if it cannot be delivered, we will naturally not be charged for it. And it's because the postman can't send it, it's not us voluntarily refusing it, so it won't affect us. "
"So can you write some exaggerated recipients?"
"I know what you are thinking, Jenkins, of course not. You can only write about mortals, and they are living people, and this person must have met the person who wrote the letter, not just heard about it."
The old man said again that this would negate the options of the fortune teller girl (extraordinary) or Mr. Pisco (not sure if he died).
"But how can a person who meets such conditions live in a place where the postman can't deliver it?"
"If you can find similar people at once, the postman's danger level will not be so high."
Dad asked for Jenkins' paper, then drew his pen from his pocket. He made up his mind not to have Jenkins write the letter, and that whatever problems arose, he would take it upon himself.
The discussion between Jenkins and Dad took too long, and the postman asked again:
"Do you want to send a letter?"
"Father, he can't seem to wait."
"It's okay, we're safe until he asks the third time."
Dad stuffed his umbrella to Jenkins, and he was ready to write with a pen in one hand and paper in the other.
"Father, I seem to see a strange giver in the opposite house. It shouldn't be a coincidence. I remember that man who stumbled just now came from the direction of that house."
"It is definitely not possible to release such a monster by remote control. The current situation is different from the dancers we met, so it is not surprising that those cultists must be nearby. It's just that we can't get out now. way to catch them."
"No, Dad, what I mean is, can I get them here? Let them send the letter?"
It's a good idea, but it's a pity that both Dad and Jenkins couldn't leave before the letter was sent. Dad was still struggling to write, and Jenkins was holding an umbrella for him to prevent the raindrops from getting wet on the letter paper:
"Father, did the church predict that we will encounter strange things in advance?"
"Yes, it's just that the probability of this is very small. But don't worry, I have a boat ticket here, at least it can let you leave safely. Don't bother me all the time, I'm writing seriously."
"Daddy..."
"Oh, Jenkins, I said, don't bother me. Also, you don't look nervous at all."
Only then did Pop notice Jenkins looking around.
"nervous?"
He asked back:
"Why are you nervous?"
"Do you want to send a letter?"
"Oops!"
Dad exclaimed, speeding up his writing. The third inquiry came sooner than he'd thought, and the letter could only end hastily. But before Dad wrote down the delivery address clearly, Jenkins threw away Dad's umbrella, covered the two of them with one hand, and then put his hand into his arms.
He also patted off the little paw protruding from the chocolate in his arms, and then took out an envelope, which had been filled with various information, and even stamped:
"I want to send a letter."
He said before his father, who was terrified, but Jenkins shook his head to indicate that it was okay:
"This letter is addressed to my fiancée, Britney Mihail. Instead of mailing it to her, I hope it can be mailed to her bedroom, on the left side of her pillow."
Two fingers clamped the envelope, and the third finger tapped on the address:
"It must be sent to this location."
Jenkins' request for posting the letter is in full compliance with what Dad said, Britney is a mortal, she is still living at the present time point, and she is still living in the material world, and the address provided by Jenkins is also real.
But the postman didn't take the letter, and stared at Jenkins with dark eyes. Jenkins looked at it without fear:
"Yes, please send the letter to the Kingdom of Fidgetly - Nolan City on the West Coast - St. George's Street - the second floor of Williamett's house, the third bedroom on the left hand side of the stairs."
The problem is that in Jenkins' house, monsters cannot enter without permission.
PS: There are two thousand chapters in a blink of an eye. When I started this book, I really didn't expect it to be so long. I didn't even expect that the last volume would write so much. It's not that the author deliberately procrastinated, but there are too many things to explain clearly.
But don't worry, it's really come to an end, I can't confirm the specific end time, but it won't be too long.