"When I saw Miss Magic at Miss St. George just now, she looked very excited. Mr. Hood told me that Miss Magic found the fragment of the mysterious stele that Jenkins didn't find. Some kind of breakthrough research results, and now those believers of the ritual gods, Mr. Hood, Miss Silver Flute, Mr. Black Cat, and Mr. White Cat are all busy on St. George Street. To be honest, even if they finally let the I'm not at all surprised that the train is flying."
Hathaway talked about sending the train to St. George Street just now.
"If the train is flying, you must call us to see it together."
Miss Burnett joked.
Because of the presence of Princess Sophia, the conversation between Hathaway and Miss Burnett did not involve what happened when Jenkins came back a few hours ago. Hathaway seemed to have guessed something about the god she believed in, but she wanted to I wanted to confirm with Jenkins, so I didn't ask my church for help.
It was ten o'clock in the morning on Sunday, and because it was as dark as night outside, the time could only be determined by the clock. Hathaway still remembered that before Jenkins left, he repeated the eating time of chocolate many times, so he calculated when lunch would start, and planned to invite Miss Burnett and the princess to have lunch together.
Everyone else in the family has things to do now, so Hathaway thinks what she is doing is the most useless.
Just as she was thinking, someone knocked on the door, and then saw the little fairy Vinette flying in, carrying a fruit bowl that was bigger than her with great effort.
This B-01-5-9293 [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl] Hathaway knew, once appeared at Mr. Hood's party, and was later bought by Mr. Candle, that is, Jenkins. Although this is also a numbered item, but because it is useless and too big, Jenkins did not bring the fruit plate into the strange world, but left it in the church.
Vinette greeted the ladies in the room very politely, and then put the fruit plate on the table.
"How did you bring this here?"
Hathaway was puzzled, but heard the cat meowing above her head, and the panicked little goblin immediately explained:
"It made me bring it."
Vinette pointed at the chocolate with some fear, and the chocolate "meow~" expressed her gratitude, then jumped off Li from Hathaway's head, circled around the fruit plate, and kept tapping the edge of the fruit plate with its small paws.
But the cat definitely didn't want to eat the fruit, because it lost interest after taking the photo for less than half a minute, and jumped back to lie on top of Hathaway's head.
"What's the meaning?"
Hathaway picked up the fruit plate, but found nothing unusual, and Chocolate didn't explain her behavior.
"This fruit plate looks familiar."
Princess Sophia on the side suddenly said, she took the fruit plate from Hathaway's hand and looked at it:
"In this era, how do you name this thing?"
"B-01-5-9293 [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl]."
Hathaway replied.
Princess Sophia nodded:
"This naming method is also correct, but in the time I lived, it was usually called [Four Seasons Fruit Bowl]. This is the creation of the elves. Although the type of fruit can be determined according to the astrology, it is not actually the astrology. It's the seasons, but the astrology is related to the seasons, so it is correct to say that it is related to the astrology."
"Then what are the elves for? To entertain distinguished guests?"
Miss Burnett was not quite sure what the "Miss Fabry" in front of her meant by "my time", but Hathaway had already explained that she could not ask additional questions, and could not use "Fabry" "Miss" told anyone, so Miss Burnett didn't delve into it, but was just curious.
"No, this is not for entertaining guests. No guest is qualified to use this. This is a tray in the temple for offering sacrifices to the gods. The ancient elves would dedicate some special plants and the best crops of the year to the gods .
The alchemy skills of the ancient elves were extremely high, and the elves were also very rich... extremely rich, so they used such things as sacrifice trays in the temple. "
Princess Sophia paused, not knowing what happened in the past:
"But in short, although I don't know why there is such a thing in the current era, maybe it will be useful. After all, Jenkins also has elf blood... Sorry, I don't really know what is the use of this, but Anastasia must know, and you can ask her when she comes back. Speaking of which, in the name of the great man who is no longer a righteous god... "
(Finnie is praying... )
Jenkins lay on the ground, quietly listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Although the strange environment of the previous wax museum was also very dangerous, the environment of the wax museum was relatively comfortable compared to other strange environments. The temperature and humidity are suitable, and the smell in the air is barely normal. But after crossing the light gate and coming here, the temperature suddenly dropped to close to zero.
Not only that, but there is a special damp and musty smell in the air, which is somewhat similar to the shadow castle not long ago.
Generally speaking, a similar smell can only be smelled in those old and dilapidated buildings.
But it was obviously not indoors at the moment. Jenkins could feel the flow of the more piercing wind, and he could perceive that the surrounding space was by no means as small as a wax museum or a puppet theater.
"Could it be the same as that castle of shadows, this time it's a large area of treachery again?"
He thought in his heart that he didn't get up until he recovered, and found that the current location was the qi point of an old town street.
"Huh? Why do I think this is a small town?"
He thought suspiciously.
The street below is paved with uneven stone slabs, and there are low houses on both sides, the highest of which is no more than three stories. Most of the houses are of the same style, all gray stone houses, crooked as if they would fall down at the touch of a finger. But there are exceptions, but although the styles are different, the appearance of decay is exactly the same.
The straw eaves of the buildings closest to Jenkins were still dripping with water, but it didn't look like rain.
There are patches of moss-like stained red dust on the ground of the dilapidated street, and there are also stains of suspicious colors on the walls of the buildings.
The reason why Jenkins thought this was the qi point of the street was because looking behind him, it happened to be a five-fork intersection. At the intersection stands the tallest building in the area, a clock tower that looks older than the dilapidated streets and graystone houses. The bell tower is low, with only three floors and a towering cross spire.
Because it can be regarded as standing under the tower now, Jenkins can clearly see the shape of the tower and the figure waiting for him under the tower.