"Only people like us? So what do you think we are?"
Hearing what the other party said, Miss Elf asked.
"Ordinary adventurers are like rats bred in a dark and damp basement. They are inconspicuous and have no meaning of existence, but they always emerge from unexpected corners. And I, #@2# @jazz, how could he die in your hands."
Jenkins didn't understand the name he called himself. It must not be the naming method of elves or humans. He could distinguish the complicated pronunciation, but he couldn't correspond to any words.
"So you're going to catch him without a fight?"
Jenkins took out his sword as he spoke, but instead of being afraid, the other party snorted:
"Come and try."
Jenkins swung his sword and stabbed forward, but when the sword was only a little finger away from the clothes on the opponent's chest, it was blocked by a black light.
"The light of the soul?"
He was surprised that the Eighteenth Century had this ability. Sigrid obtained this ability because she understood her inner thoughts after Beldyran knew her life experience. In the Blossoming Paradise, he even got the gift of [Heart Light Ring], but Jenkins didn't ask for it. After all, he had to consider that if he couldn't come back, the ladies at home would also have the means to protect themselves.
[Light of Soul] Even in the system of idealistic givers, it belongs to the more idealistic category. To put it simply, it is equivalent to "believe in the power of my heart, then I will be extremely powerful". This is related to one's own spirit and soul, as well as one's own character and ideas. The easiest way to defeat the light of the soul is to find the user's personality and psychological loopholes.
Depending on the owner, the strength of the ability varies greatly, but the man in front of him is obviously the stronger one.
"But why is there the power of shadow in the light of the soul?"
The elves are also very observant.
"It's very simple."
The man replied, "I collected the flowers of the shadow world, and merged the power condensed from the arrogance projected from the material world with my soul."
"arrogant?"
"Yes, the human world has developed into such an interesting era. The superiority of the nobles over the poor has formed an insurmountable gap. The resulting emotions form a barrier like a moat. In front of the nobles, you are nothing but Ants, this is determined by nature, so you can do as much as you can, and if you can hurt a hair of mine, I will lose."
In front of the two of them, Jenkins, he seemed confident. Jenkins then thought for a moment:
"Then, please allow me to introduce myself briefly."
While speaking, he raised his sword again:
"Jenkins Redand Putt William, the only savior of the 18th century, the current king of the largest human kingdom in the material world, the second world tree in history, a person favored by nature."
He paused to observe the opponent's expression, and then slashed down with his sword, cutting the guy with his head up in front of him in half. There was no blood spurting out, and what looked like a decomposed shadow flowed from the corpse:
"This time the paradox corresponds to the [real phantom], but I don't know what it means to be 'reverse fate'."
he said, and drew back his sword.
"How do you do it?"
Miss Syluf didn't understand what happened to her, she still looked nervously at the corpse on the ground that seemed to be melting.
"Arrogance becomes poison to an arrogant fellow if he sees that his arrogance is not worth a penny... Pennies are the basic currency of my time."
Just like the kitchen, there are some interesting items in the concert hall. Because the butler allowed an item to be taken from the castle, if it was an ordinary trap, Jenkins might choose a musical instrument to bring back as a gift for Hathaway.
But he had already decided to take Miss Syluff, so he didn't waste time searching.
Then, he returned to the third floor from the side stairs of the fourth floor. As soon as he reached the third floor, Miss Elf shuddered. Due to some problems with the viewing balcony on the left, the third floor is covered with snow all the year round, and the environment here is completely different from the other floors.
The two speeded up and walked left along the corridor, and within a few steps, they saw a pile of wooden tables and chairs blocking the way ahead. In fact, both elves and Jenkins can easily and violently demolish these old furniture, but the map shows that there is a big snake living in these tables and chairs, so in order not to disturb it, they still choose to take a detour.
Afterwards, there were no more problems with the map, and the two of them successfully arrived at the third target monster room on the third floor. That location, standardly referred to as the "Divination Room" on the map, is a special room in the castle that provides accommodation and divination for boarding fortunetellers.
"The lord here really likes to take in travelers."
whispered the elf.
"Don't comment on the lord here, if my guess is correct, the lord should be..."
He pointed to the sky, and the elf thought for a while before he understood:
"You mean... oh, I get it."
They still knocked on the door politely, but after receiving no response, the two tried to push the door open. Even if the first two goals are inexplicable, they are still ready to fight head-on.
Therefore, when the dark green evil spirit rushed out from behind the door, Jenkins immediately swung his sword and slashed at it.
"Yes! This is the kind of monster I encountered back then! I just said, how could there be no one to fight!"
Miss Elf called after him.
But Jenkins had no time to respond to her words, the sword touched the evil spirit but passed through its body. Then the evil spirit's arms wrapped around Jenkins' neck like cloth, and directly hung him up.
"what's the situation?"
Temporarily throwing away the sword and resisting with both hands, this time it succeeded. But it didn't take Jenkins to shake off the spirit body on the neck, and Miss Syluff drew the bow and shot off the evil spirit's arm.
When Jenkins fell back to the ground, the evil spirit howled and retreated into the room without any light.
"Be careful~"
Jenkins whispered to his companion, but got no response. When she turned her head, she actually saw Miss Elf pinching her own neck with her hands with a ferocious expression on her face. That expression could easily be interpreted as "anger".
"Oh, what are you going to do?"
Suspecting that she was possessed by an evil spirit, Jenkins quickly grabbed her hand and wanted to break it away, but the elf threw it away:
"Don't worry about it."
She yelled at Jenkins, then yelled at herself:
"You trash, if it wasn't for you, how could I be trapped here, parents, friends, and her..."
"Um?"
Jenkins froze for a moment, then realized that now was not the time to think about it. He blinked his eyes and found that there was nothing wrong with Miss Syluff's spirit. The behavior at this time was not that she was possessed by an evil spirit, but more like she was angry at herself.
"After jealousy and arrogance, this time it's anger? Wait, if it's what I think, I seem to know what's going on in this strange situation."
While thinking, he went around behind Miss Elf, and knocked her unconscious very carefully.
"It's all right now."
He dragged Miss Elf into the house, then put his backpack and the remaining two metal cocoons aside. Only then did I look at this "divination room". The room was not large, but because there were curtains and black tulle everywhere, it was impossible to see every corner of the room at a glance.
The special aura of the Unreal and the power of the pervasive shadow prevent Jenkins from finding the enemy. So he simply closed his eyes and stood there quietly with his hands down.
"It's now~"
Throwing a punch forward suddenly, the green light with vitality instantly lit up the whole room. The evil spirit behind the curtain who tried to attack Jenkins was punched through the spirit body, but because of the special nature of the spirit body, it quickly disappeared into the darkness.
"Sure enough, it was rage."
Jenkins withdrew his fist and immediately felt that his emotions were abnormal. Nameless anger spread from the bottom of my heart, but compared to Miss Elf who couldn't control her emotions, this anger had less impact on him:
"But sometimes it's good to be angry."
Thinking about it in my heart, it is natural to let the rage completely fill my heart. Anger merged with the flames, and the flames came out through his body, making Jenkins once again incarnate close to the "Spirit of Fire".
"How dare you waste my time."
The flames splattered in all directions, and because the blue soul fire that could burn the soul was contaminated in the second paradox, it also had a very strong lethality to the soul.
The figure made of flames jerked forward, and he caught the evil spirit hiding in the darkness. He pinched the evil spirit's head and forced the other party to look at him:
"Do you have a tragic past, too?"
He asked, and the voice echoed slightly in the room. But he didn't get any response, and the evil spirit completely lost his mind. Judging from the traces on his spirit body, he must have suffered great torture during his lifetime, but these stories will probably never be known to others.
"Then you go on, may you rest in peace."
Golden light jumped between the fingers, and as the flames disappeared, the power of divine magic enveloped the evil spirit. In the golden light, it disappeared little by little. Even if the alchemy items given by the Church of Death are gone, Jenkins can purify his soul by himself. After all, the first treacherous land is the domain of demons, and it is too difficult to take the soul from there.
Miss Elf continued to fall asleep, and when she woke up from a disturbing dream, Jenkins had already carried her to the mezzanine between the first and second floors.
"It turns out that this is reality now."
She grumbled as she jumped off Jenkins' back.
"What did you dream about?"
"Nothing? Oh, how did I fall into a coma? I just remember the anger I felt when I left."