Rituals like "finding objects and finding people" are not uncommon. Whether it is a divination method or a non-divination method, there are many similar rituals.
Divination means Jenkins is not counted on, his divination talent is really bad, and divination in a treacherous environment usually only leads to absurd conclusions. My father has taught me a lot of methods of finding objects other than divination. Although these methods are not very effective for objects with spirits, they are enough for the current situation.
Ritual object finding itself requires a compass or guide as the core material of the ritual. After all, the results of the ritual must be displayed in some way.
However, with a compass of numbered items, it cannot be simply substituted into the original ceremony, and the ceremony needs to be modified. Although Jenkins is not a professional ritualist like Miss Magic, he is not ignorant at all.
So while looking through the backpack to find materials, I was thinking about how to modify the content of the ceremony.
First use chalk on a flat deck to draw a standard perfect circle freehand, and then draw four small circles that circumscribe each other but are all inscribed with the large circle within the large circle. The sizes of the small circles are different.
Then stuff some dandelion specimens into a jar, add some vinegar as a solution, and finally add stray butterfly wing dust and xenobiotic treasure hunter nail powder. Cap the bottle tightly and shake a few times. Uncork the bottle, stir clockwise with a glass rod, and whisper the mantra to bless the traveler. Wait until the color of the potion in the bottle turns brown, then carefully dip some with a quill, and write runes in the gaps between the small circles.
In fact, it is best to use a Langhao pen here, especially a white Langhao pen, but Jenkins does not have this thing in his backpack, and it is too troublesome to draw a pen. It is actually a good substitute for a quill pen.
After the runes are drawn, the compass is placed inside the four circles of different sizes to point to the target; the specimen of the flower is used to explain the items to be found; The pendant is not important, what is important is the holy emblem, which is used to ensure that the ceremony will not be inexplicably shifted; there must be nothing in the last circle, which symbolizes the items that have not yet been obtained.
After these preparations were made, he poured some clear water in his palm, and then carefully flicked the water to the outside of the ritual matrix.
Only then did Jenkins hold the magic sword of the star with both hands, and the sword was vertically above the compass, counting down to five in his heart, and then stabbed the tip of the sword towards the compass, but stopped immediately before touching the pointer.
Obviously nothing touched the compass, but at the same time as the tip of the sword pointed down, the compass pointer automatically turned slowly, and did not stop until it turned about 90 degrees.
Jenkins looked at the broken and lying cabinet pointed by the pointer, and knew that his idea was really successful.
The cabinets are wooden and appear to have been flooded and hacked with an ax or something, but still retain their basic shape. The outside of the wood has basically been soaked, but the volume is still quite large, with a total of four layers. Because it was folded upside down, Jenkins didn't expect that there were so many things inside before struggling to move it away.
But I didn't see the fire-breathing mouse in the cabinet, otherwise Jenkins would have revenge.
The cupboards have no glass windows, but elegant carved wooden doors. The doors on each floor were not connected, and Jenkins was too lazy to use skill to open the doors that were stuck due to the deformation of the cabinet itself, so he destroyed the locked doors on each floor. Immediately, the smell of rotting wood rushed out.
The first layer, which is the bottom layer, is basically porcelain plates. Although they are all broken, it can still be seen that they were originally valuable.
The second floor is gold and silver knives and forks. Although they are black and black due to contact with wood dust after being soaked in water, and some are even deformed due to chopping, you only need to find a goldsmith and silversmith to deal with them. They are all very valuable things.
Even the low-ranking petty nobles can hardly get a complete set of silver tableware. This can often be regarded as a family heirloom of the nobles, and the plots often described in knightly and adventure novels include that when the maids of noble families elope with their concubines, they like to steal and sell the silver tableware from the master's house for future use. The cost of living for a "happy life".
After opening the third layer, I finally saw the lying flower pots, the fallen fragments of the flower pots, and the cracked wet soil. Already wilted but still rooted in the largest lump of soil, is a daisy. The flower heads are yellow with white petals.
Still can feel the vitality, this flower is still alive.
This was the first thing that went well since I boarded the ship. Jenkins tapped the soil carefully to prevent the daisy from accidentally causing problems when he moved the daisy for a while.
But he was curious about what would be on the fourth floor of the cupboard that was most likely from the kitchen, so he didn't touch the flower first, but reached out and broke open the door of the fourth floor cupboard.
"Um?"
There is nothing dangerous on the fourth floor of the cabinet, but it is full of old books. Because of soaking in water and external forces, most of the words and pictures on the books are unrecognizable. It can only be seen that most of them are chef's recipes and a small part of the account books.
Jenkins lowered his head to find something valuable among the rotten papers. Seeing this, the cat immediately stepped on Jenkins' shoulder, stretched its head and shrugged its nose, and then stretched out its small paw to point out what it smelled.
It was a fragment of a diary sandwiched between a few notes on beef cooking techniques. The person who wrote the diary was obviously not well-educated. Among the few sentences that could be distinguished, almost one of every three words would be misspelled, and the correct one would be Most of them are simple prepositions and auxiliary words.
Because it is the lingua franca of the Eighteenth Century, he can barely understand what the owner of the diary wrote. The general meaning is that when disasters come, humans and other creatures are transformed into monsters, and the most effective means to deal with those monsters is water.
"So, these asylum seekers will appear on the ship?"
Jenkins said to himself, flipping through those pages repeatedly, but it's a pity that he didn't read out more effective information.
"So here is safe for the time being, but there is no guarantee that the so-called monsters will not fly... Indescribable things descend from the sky, corrode civilization, alienate creatures, and finally achieve the doomsday. This is really a classic plot."
After putting away the pages of the diary, he carefully moved the branch of daisy that grew on the wet soil to the girl.
The girl didn't eat the flowers like the man who asked for the fish just now. She carefully cut off the flower branch from the middle with a metal blade that she took out from nowhere, and pinned the little flower to her collar. Then he ignored Jenkins, but lowered his head, fiddled with the flower with his right hand, and smirked to himself.
Jenkins also didn't bother the girl's self-entertainment, he had long known that there could be no normal people here. So he left quietly and continued with the second ceremony.
At this time, the faint light of the broken lantern was almost completely extinguished. The terrible fog around the ship also had a tendency to come back again. The risk of finding another flower is too great now, so he can only choose to find the sun flower. But that sunflower didn't sound like a normal plant, and Jenkins wasn't sure his modified ritual would work.
Temporarily put down the magic sword, waved his right hand, and with the emergence of fire, the spiral sword appeared in his hand. The sword on the compass this time is the spiral sword, because the attributes of the sun flower are closer to light and fire, so it is more appropriate to use this sword for the ceremony.
The pointer turned, pointing to the pile of things on the right near the side of the boat. Here are three tables buckled together. The largest one is about the same size as the desk in Miss Bevanna's office. Although the other two are not as big, they are not comparable to ordinary desks or coffee tables. The common feature of the three tables is that there are a lot of drawers, and because he must be careful not to destroy the sunflowers that may be hidden in them, when Jenkins used his sword to separate the tables from each other, it took a lot of effort.
There was a lot of mess in the three tables, and Jenkins even found a half-scattered bird's nest and eggs of unknown birds rotting inside.
In addition, he was once again attacked by two cockroaches the size of ordinary mice. But because of the preparations, before opening the drawer, he was prepared for the encounter. When the cockroaches came, the flames shot out from the mouth and wrapped two big bugs in it.
But the result of doing so is to spread an extremely disgusting smell of scorching around. Even if there is wind on the deck, the smell of burning cockroaches will not go away for a long time.
And after the cockroaches were burned, there was actually a pool of yellow-green **. The stinky smell was stronger, and Jenkins couldn't compare it with any similar smell he could remember.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't escape from the strange situation, he definitely didn't want to stay on this ship for even a second.
But unfortunately, there are no sunflowers in the drawers of the three desks. Undeterred, Jenkins even used his sword to break the table into small pieces of wood, but only found a love letter used to express his love and a pile of cockroach eggs wriggling like black sesame paste in the interlayer.
The sense of loss of missing flowers was far less serious than the horror that those cockroach eggs brought to Jenkins. After he finally confirmed that there was really nothing in these blocks, he immediately kicked all the logs under the boat. He even threw overboard his own boots, which he no longer wanted to wear anyway.
Hearing the sound of the last boots falling into the water, the tingling sensation in the scalp got better, but I still felt itchy all over, as if something was crawling on my back.
After touching the chocolate several times, this strange feeling was temporarily driven away. But the sunflower was still not found, and the fog had already surrounded it.