The role of the most expensive square scarf in the old woman's trading catalog is more complicated. A square scarf is useless, but if you can get a complete set of clothes, including jackets, pants, shoes, square scarves, and gloves , sleeves, and seven pieces of leggings, then you can walk through the town at will regardless of the restrictions on throwing dice. Because this set of clothes is the dress of the townspeople, wearing it will not be an outsider for the time being.
The combined value of the seven items is of course not as valuable as the escape potion IV worth 300 blood-red dice that directly made Jenkins leave. But a complete set of clothing needs to be collected by chance, and you need to use your legs to go out, and the potion can be drunk when you buy it, so although the effect is similar, it is understandable that the value of a set of clothing is lower.
Of course, Jenkins doesn't want to gamble. He couldn't use any of the four items he could afford, so he bought none and asked another question:
"Do you have a map of the town?"
The bell ringer has already said that the space and time of the town are distorted. Even if Jenkins chooses to go in the same direction at each intersection, he may have to go around the town for a long time, so the map is the most important thing. .
Hearing this question, the old woman fell silent for a rare moment, instead of cursing "despicable foreigner" before speaking.
"I don't have a map, but someone in town has one."
"Who has it? As long as your information is detailed, I won't ask for any compensation for this injection."
"Some people with special occupations in the town have maps. Different townspeople have different map values and map information, but the one with the lowest value is more than 50 dice."
With a map, not only can you know which direction you can leave faster, but you can also know which street has the greatest "value". After all, this paradox can provide many benefits including weapons, potions, etc. It is dangerous and valuable at the same time, so the value of at least 50 dice is appropriate.
"Except for those guys who sell maps, you can also get maps through a few special events, but I don't know the specific information. Some uninhabited special locations, including the mayor's home, also have maps, but they are very dangerous."
After she finished speaking, she raised her eyes and looked at Jenkins without saying anything. Jenkins nodded, stuck the syringe in his arm, which was already hot in his palm, and pushed the plunger to let the still cool blood enter the blood vessel.
He closed his eyes and groaned, and was forced to see the picture again.
The background of the picture is still modern times, and two boys selling newspapers are running down the street holding newspapers together. One of them found a buyer, and the other stood beside him. While looking at his companion with something wrong, the blood-red light in his heart became brighter and brighter.
"If it wasn't for the human pus that has already appeared, and this town clearly hides the scarlet mayfly, I might think that the human pus is here."
He said in his heart, returned the syringe in his hand to the old woman, and set off again.
17=17
In his heart, Jenkins didn't expect himself to be able to reach the edge of the town after a long trek. He knew that maybe collecting enough dice and leaving here by escaping potion IV or a whole set of special clothing might be the right way to leave this place. The way of a town.
So I thought in my heart, no matter what I encounter next, the goal is to get more dice. The dice thrown was 15, so he had to make a choice at the next intersection. While thinking about things, he walked forward and wanted to look up at the three directions of the intersection, but suddenly saw a man in blood clothes standing at the intersection. Hooded man in red robe.
"Um?"
Jenkins was taken aback, but before he could react, the man ran directly into the street on the right. When Jenkins quickened his pace and came to the intersection, the man had completely lost track:
"How did he run so fast? Doesn't he need to throw the dice? It's not an outsider like me. Could this be an incident in a small town?"
Because the man disappeared so quickly, he didn't even have time to observe with his eyes, whether it was a trap of the difference engine or a special event in the town itself. So after struggling for a while at the intersection, I decided to follow the disappearing person and head towards the street on the right.
The wind in the town gradually stopped, but the temperature was still around zero. The bloody smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and the rotten smell is getting stronger and stronger. With the appearance of intruders, the strange world is undergoing further changes.
This is to remind Jenkins that he must leave here as soon as possible. The bell ringer said that there is something more terrifying than an incomplete beast of disaster in this treacherous land, so he doesn't have much time to waste.
By now, Jenkins misses his cat even more. Since he confirmed that he wants to adopt Chocolate, he has never been separated from Chocolate for such a long time. Although he briefly hugged his cat once when he was out in the puppet theater, it was just a hug.
He missed the way chocolate stood on his shoulders, the way chocolate lost his temper because of greed or hunger, and the way that nimble tail poked his head.
I even miss the soft meow of chocolate. Thinking of this, a feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously. He is indeed lonely, lonely and helpless in this town, and he can only move forward slowly. In fact, this feeling should have appeared long ago, but the elf lady he met in the castle accompanied him in two strange places, so the feeling of loneliness only appeared now.
"Staying in the strange realm for too long, even I will inevitably be affected."
He attributed that to how he was feeling at the moment, then turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder. There was no chocolate there, of course, but Jenkins seemed to see it and stood on his shoulders:
"For the chocolate, I'm leaving here too, and I've got to defeat all the enemies. Not to mention, the ladies at home have promised me that once I make it home, they'll be willing to..."
He took a deep breath, his face was ruddy and energetic, and he swept away the dullness and discomfort in his heart just now.
"I must go out, I must defeat the difference engine."
He whispered to himself, his eyes became firmer, the brand new goal and the beautiful vision of the future were enough to support him to move on without any pause.
I chose to turn right at the intersection, and when I stopped, there was a black brick building similar to a church on the left. Of course, this place is also dilapidated. Whether it is only three steps or the decorative etching lines on the walls, it has been covered by the luminous moss and filth unique to this strange place at this moment.