"Sir, what can you do?"
The girl asked Jenkins with some fear. Like the man just now, she used the common language of the eighteenth century. This further suggests that the world setting of this paradox is made up and not real, as there has never been a world shattered in the days of the Common Language.
"I want to know something related to this disaster. Can you provide some clues?"
"Yes, you can, but I don't know much, and besides, I can't tell you the information for nothing."
"It's okay, what do you want me to do? Fishing too?"
If time is enough, Jenkins actually wants to know what else can be caught with that fishing rod.
"No, I don't eat fish, my mother said that if I eat fish, it will get stuck and it's not good for my teeth... I want some flowers. Can you get me some flowers from the boat? It must be the flowers of the boat, and you show up Flowers that have bloomed before."
This eliminates the possibility of Jenkins spawning flowers from seeds in his backpack, or finding seeds from his deck.
"Okay then, but how many flowers do I need to find?"
"Two flowers."
The girl trembled and said words representing numbers.
"Are two flowers enough?"
With the experience just now, Jenkins also understands that this number represents the amount of information he can obtain.
"No, I only want two flowers."
The girl persisted.
"Okay then. Oh, and one more thing, do you know of anything nearby that lights up your surroundings?"
He hadn't forgotten the threat of the black mist around the ship, and the broken lantern he had just caught didn't seem to be able to last for too long.
"I remember a sunflower on board, and if you find it, I can make it glow for a while."
"no problem."
Jenkins nodded, banishing the inexplicable image of sunflowers producing small bright yellow light balls from his mind.
"This time, it seems to be a good look."
He turned around and looked at the scene on the deck that looked like a pile of garbage. He didn't know whether he should be glad that he didn't need to fish, or disappointed that he didn't need to fish.
There are a lot of debris on the deck. When Jenkins was looking for the fishing rod just now, he found the target at a glance, so he didn't count as searching here. Looking around, whether it is an upside-down wooden box or kitchen waste, it seems that there are things hidden.
But instead of looking, Jenkins put his hands on the deck:
"Let me see where the plants are."
He closed his eyes.
Letting go of one's spirit to explore around in a strange environment is a very dangerous behavior in itself. Jenkins didn't dare to be so bold until he was in his current state, but as soon as his spirit was released, he immediately retracted, and his whole body jumped upwards like a bounce.
The sense of danger brought to him by the deck was actually stronger than the invisible underwater. Moreover, he actually felt that the ship was alive, a part of a huge shape. Not completely biological, but at least definitely not dead.
"What does this mean? There is also a problem with this ship? It doesn't matter, I still have a trick."
Thinking in his heart, he took out the compass obtained from the ancient town of blood therapy and strengthened in the steel furnace. Thinking in my heart that I was looking for some flowers, the pointer of the compass turned immediately, crazily, and my fingers even felt the airflow caused by the crazily turning of the pointer:
"Well, I knew that the delusion would not leave such a loophole. Even if it could be found by other means, it would not be possible to override the rules of the delusion with one item."
So I didn't dare to make extra attempts, but searched honestly.
There are black auras everywhere in the paradox, and unless the color of the aura is very prominent, it cannot cover up this darkness. The life spirits of ordinary plants are very weak compared to those in the Uncanny Realm, so the Eye of Reality can't play much role in finding things.
For the sake of safety, Jenkins planned to start the search from one side of the deck and end on the other side. During the search process, he not only had to be careful not to touch those huddled asylum seekers, but there were also dangers in the debris.
It's not that someone put a bomb under the debris, but that there are some small things like mice and cockroaches on the deck. Regular rats certainly aren't a threat, but when that rat is bigger than chocolate and can spew blue flames, Jenkins has to be careful.
Of course, the cat was the first to find the mouse. When Jenkins wanted to open the wreckage of the wooden box, the chocolate gave an early warning. So the big red-eyed mouse hiding in the shadows jumped out and shot Jenkins' right hand with fire.
The fur on the mouse's back was rotting, and there seemed to be an eye growing in the rotting flesh, which looked very strange.
"Soul fire?"
Although surprised, he withdrew his hand in time. Seeing that he couldn't make a blow, the mouse wanted to retreat to the garbage dump, but Jenkins' sword was faster.
"Um?"
The blade of the magic sword did not pierce the mouse's fur easily, but instead pushed the mouse into the shadow of the sundries, giving the mouse an escape route. When Jenkins went to lift the rotten wooden boards of the box again, the mouse had gone nowhere.
"The mouse can actually spit out soul fire? This is really strange."
He straightened his waist and said to himself, and then lamented that the mouse's skin was actually harder than those fish just now.
"Is this also a manifestation of disaster? But the mutation of animals does not seem to be a rare thing."
Of course, I don’t forget to pat Chocolate’s little head to reward it for the prompt reminder just now:
"Speaking of which, this seems to be the first time you have taken the initiative to find mice, right?"
Jenkins once threw a white mouse in front of Chocolate. At that time, Chocolate ignored him. Jenkins really annoyed him and kicked the white mouse off the table. This is what happened when Jenkins wanted to test Chocolate's attitude towards mice after he first turned into a mouse.
"Meow~"
Because he couldn't figure out what Jenkins was thinking, the cat could only meow softly.
In addition to cat-sized mice and mouse-sized flying cockroaches, there are actually quite a few good things in the deck's clutter. Of course, there are no ready-made numbered items waiting for Jenkins to pick them up, but there are some ready-made alchemy and potion materials, put together with the sundries.
According to the rules of this paradox, the things on this ship should belong to the huddled refugees around them. But no matter what Jenkins took, no one objected.
It just so happens that Jenkins' materials were used a lot in the first 7 treacherous realms, and they have been slightly supplemented here. Because of this, he had a new idea. He didn’t know how long it would take to search by hand, and the surrounding fog seemed to be gathering. Since the compass doesn’t work, then use the compass to cooperate with the special ritual of finding objects. , it might work.