"of course not!"
The professor even raised his hand to express his firm belief in the answer, "This is absolutely impossible, although a lot of history before the Epoch has been lost, but I can tell you with certainty that the 15th Epoch will never last until 2000. "
Seeing that his tone was firm, and it didn't seem like he was joking, Jenkins took a long breath and frowned.
"Where did I go that night?"
He didn't dare to tell anyone what he experienced, although due to the irreproducibility of this incident, no one would doubt his own specialness even if he was talking nonsense. But after all, it is related to the separation of the soul, so it is better to be cautious. Jenkins also considered buying another B-04-3-5011, the magical conch, or a special item with a similar effect.
But this kind of numbered item with obvious effects and few sequelae, the price will not be lower than 20,000 pounds, and he has no connections yet.
"So, do you know where the Shadow Kingdom is?"
he asked again.
"I've never heard of it... I can go back and look up some information. But don't expect too much. In my impression, I have never heard of this place name."
Jenkins nodded, it is normal that the professor has not heard of it. He had searched for a lot of information, but even the Secret Library didn't record these things. He now suspects that the Shadow Kingdom he has been to, like the Magma Hell and the Sea of Eternal Calamity, is a different world parallel to the material world.
Professor Burns actually knew something about the protoss, although Jenkins had already inquired about it from Miss Audrey. But there is a real difference between a fact that comes out of the mouth of a professor of history and a fortuneteller.
According to Professor Burns, the existence of protoss has been widely recorded in history and legends, especially in real mystic materials, which can be traced. The earliest record of the protoss comes from a sacrificial document on the bark of a tree, which is a relic of the Quaternary Epoch. That document involved a very bloody sacrificial activity, at least 3,000 people were killed, and the purpose of the sacrifice was to pray for rain.
The civilization of the Fourth Epoch has not yet fully civilized, and in Jenkins' view, it is the most primitive slavery society.
Although the records of the protoss began with such a bloody thing, the protoss is indeed a kind of creature with an extremely gentle temperament. They are higher existences than humans and most supernatural creatures, and they do not have the concept of death after birth.
The protoss lives in the astral world all year round, purifying their soul and body while in contact with the stars. Occasionally, they appear in the physical world and spend time as humans. Of course, as Miss Audrey said, the protoss will not interfere with the historical process of mankind, they are more like observers, just observing.
Because of the need to observe, they often appear in some major historical events, as a supporting role. So, maybe in a small corner of the history books, the unimportant names mentioned are the incarnations of the protoss.
It was very late at night, and Jenkins bid farewell to the professor and boarded the carriage again. I learned the lesson of the night tour last week, and even though I wanted to take a walk in the city again, I still didn't do it, and chocolate is still at home alone.
The carriage put Jenkins at the intersection of St. George Street. There was not much light in the whole street, only the gas lamp of Jenkins' neighbor, the widow Mrs. Margaret, who lived alone, was still on.
He had just taken two steps and was taking out the keys in his pocket when he heard the sound of wings flapping from above his head.
Looking up, a crow flew from the distant sky and landed on the fence a few steps ahead. After arranging the feathers with the crow's beak, those scarlet eyes looked at Jenkins.
"I feel like I've forgotten something."
He muttered to himself, "Beryl's crow really disappeared later."
He stopped in his tracks. Since he was now in the form of Jenkins, he did not call out the twin demons. Instead, he reached for the pistol hidden in his waist with his right hand.
"Mr. Williams."
This is the voice from the crow, and the voice is very familiar.
"Beryl?"
In an instant, various speculations such as suspended animation and possession emerged in my mind. As the evening wind blew, the last leaves on the small tree planted by the neighbor made a rustling sound. Through the faint mist, Jenkins was ready to draw his pistol.
"Mr. Williamette, no, I am not Beryl. I am using the voice of my previous master, but I am not him."
It was certainly no Beryl, but it was certainly no ordinary crow either. This crow itself has a faint white aura, which is not a gift, but a special creature like chocolate that can accumulate aura.
"The contract signed between Mr. Beryl and me stipulates that after his death, I must hand over his belongings to the murderer in order to truly be free."
After speaking, seeing that Jenkins was still standing cautiously on the spot, it suddenly opened its crow's mouth, and shot a thin arrow straight to the center of Jenkins' eyebrows.
Amid the crisp metal impact, the thin arrow was stopped by the golden book-shaped barrier. The crow looked back in surprise, and saw through the hazy mist, a short woman was releasing divine spells with her hands open.
It flapped its wings to fly, but Jenkins' fist was already out. The crow was hit and flew to Miss Miller's feet, rolled a few times and did not move. One wing and half of its body were encased in ice, and Miss Miller kicked it to make sure it was indeed out of breath.
Although Jenkins' [Frost Fist] has not permanently closed the eyes of any creature, it is because his past opponents are all high-level bestowers. Dealing with a small crow, Jenkins really understood the effect of this ability.
He nodded slightly to Miss Miller, and saw a black shadow rushing out from behind her. First, it knocked the ice crow aside at once, then jumped up and rushed into Jenkins' arms.
"It was just now that it barked suddenly, and I saw that you had come back."
Miss Miller tried to reach for the chocolate but, like everyone else, was shunned.
She didn't force it, but stood aside and watched Jenkins pick up the crow.
Miss Miller came here because tonight's evening class was not held, and she wanted to discuss some math problems with Jenkins after class. She came to Jenkins' door half an hour ago. Seeing that he was not there, she wanted to find time to visit again, but who knew that Chocolate actually wandered out of the house, barking at Miss Miller in the yard.
Miss Miller was attracted by the cute cat, so she has not left until now.