Jenkins glanced at the wooden house at random, and made sure that there was no aura in the special field of vision, so he stepped on the creaking floor and quickly came to the corner, pried open the floor with a knife according to the fate, and found the package wrapped in waterproof kraft paper. Something like a book that got up.
Covering his nose, he put the kraft paper bag on the floor beside him, then knelt down and used his other hand to explore the hole under the floor. In addition to the sticky touch, I found something again. There are two exquisite glass bottles under the hollow, but the liquid inside is gray and cloudy. Jenkins is not sure if this is what it is or if it is out of date. But since the aura is pitifully weak, it doesn't matter.
He took these things outside the house, took a deep breath, and finally recovered. The smell in that house was unbearable.
Putting the two small bottles in the pocket of the coat, he held his breath and cut the rope outside the kraft paper package with a knife, then stepped back a few steps, picked up a branch and prepared to open the package.
He suddenly stopped, and looked suspiciously at the treasure elf who was flying aside and still giggling.
"Isn't this a treasure?"
Jenkins' hand holding the branch froze as he realized the dire possibility.
[The Way of Destiny] is an ability exclusive to souls from other worlds, and every time it works, it can produce obvious and reliable effects. Jenkins hesitated again and again, swallowed, and used a branch to pick apart the cut thread on the kraft paper, and then opened the package...
A gust of wind blew by, and the woodland made a rustling sound. The package was exposed on the grass, and the raised kraft paper shook slightly in the wind, but nothing happened.
He let out a long breath, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the package. After confirming that there was no danger, he walked over slowly.
The purple thread of fate pointed to a short note in a roll, and when Jenkins picked it up, the purple thread disappeared.
[Mr. Clark:
I hid here according to your instructions, and waited for the 'Children of the Mist' plan to start again. On October 18th, I think I may have encountered A-11-02-3219, the Treasure Fairy. Mr. C, although I already have the belief that I must die, I am really unwilling to die here.
I have gained strange knowledge while listening to the whispers of our Lord. This knowledge may help me out, but if you don't find me when you come looking for me, then I'm dead. Don't be sad, the Lord will protect my soul, and the ship will take me to the last Paradise Lost.
It should be noted that A-11-02-3219 will be applied to an area at least 3 times before disappearing. If you also encountered misfortune when you came here, you can try my method. Although it may be useless to me, the grace you have received from the Lord is stronger. I wish you luck.
May the 'Children of the Mist' plan start again smoothly, and may my lord, the Immortal King, bless me with eternal life.
you faithful,
W
Side note: If I do die, the rituals of protection here may disappear soon. In a short period of time, I can't arrange a protection ceremony that can last for a long time, so please transfer the information I left immediately. Don't worry, unless fate favors, no one will be able to find this place. Mr. B, the rebel, has shifted the position of this place. Without guidance, no one can come here.]
"Fate-defying person? Heh~ good tone."
Jenkins muttered softly, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly again, which was a signal from the treasure elf to urge him to leave.
If a follower of [The Hermit of Destiny] hears the title of "Fate Rebel", being hanged is the best treatment that can be encountered. How dare this mortal have the courage to openly defy the righteous god in his own nickname to do such a thing
Turn over the back of the note, this is how W left to resist the treasure spirit:
[The treasure elf is a strange and terrifying phenomenon, a product of the combination of resentment and soul fragments in the forest, and even weirder substances. If you are less than level eight, you will definitely not be able to confront the phantom head-on, so you can only find a way to get rid of the resentment. The so-called resentment is the sum of the resentment of the innocent people who died in the forest for thousands of years, and the resentment aroused after the forest itself was destroyed. Temporarily drive away resentment, you can leave here for a short time, and then please pray for God's attention. If it benevolently bestows favor, then the mark left by A-11-02-3219 can be eliminated. As long as you don't step here again, it won't haunt you anymore.]
"Expel resentment?"
Jenkins read this word, "Can you write more carefully, how to expel resentment!"
Confused, he read the note again, but couldn't get the slightest clue. Now the guidance of fate is over, that is to say, he has obtained all the information, if this time is as usual, then the predicament should be resolved.
"What have I been doing lately?"
He thought about his trajectory today, but the only thing that could bring about a change was the chocolate that returned to the city.
Standing up, he subconsciously took a step to the left. There was a flash in front of my eyes, the scene in front of me changed, and I turned around again, and I came to a place at least 10 feet in front of the package.
Jenkins looked at the treasure elf solemnly, and then quickly moved his eyes away. The face of the other party at this time can no longer be looked directly at, and the ugly face with extraordinariness is actually inexplicably attractive.
Just for a moment, Jenkins was almost attracted by those deep well-like eyes.
After that, the situation became worse and worse. Even if he was sitting on the ground without moving, the ground under Jenkins' feet seemed to be moving, constantly sending him forward.
It is no longer known whether this is a space transfer or a more mysterious means, but when the location changed for the fourth time, when the wooden house could be seen vaguely through the bushes, a clear spring appeared in another open space.
If the hunter's hut was built artificially, and then gradually integrated with the woodland environment. Then this spring with a white marble base and jade-carved angels (this world also has) and demon statues on both sides is obviously something that does not belong to the woodland.
"Is this the treasure?"
Jenkins realized this immediately. Hearing the gushing sound of the spring, his mood was extremely depressed.
Can't wait for the chocolate, just one more positional move and Jenkins touches the well and he's dead.
"Is it to purify resentment..."