"I know something related to the charism of the Civic Square. The descendants of the Asyashi family appeared there, and then they were blocked by the bestowers of the five churches in Nolan City."
While Jenkins was thinking about those things, Mr. Black Cat had already revealed the secret news he had received.
Sure enough, several others gasped in amazement along with the belated Jenkins. As for how many of them were really surprised, it's hard to say.
"Asyash? That notorious family of demon summoners?"
Hathaway asked in a low voice, "Hasn't it been wiped out a long time ago? I have only seen this name in ancient books."
"Resurrection, this is a very common thing for those damn lunatic organizations or families. I have always wondered why the righteous often die with only one serious injury, while the evil ones can still die even if they are burned to ashes. Comeback?"
Mr. Black Cat's words were a little indignant.
"What you're talking about is the content of knight novels... What happens around us is not like this. Just now you said that mortals are mortal, and no one can always come back."
Mr. Hood reminded in a low voice, and then looked up at the starry sky through the dry branches twisted together like finger bones. At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the stars in the night sky are extraordinarily bright.
"Everyone~"
I don't know what he was feeling.
"I don't know if you have heard that the Nolan Police Department's morgue on the outskirts of the city has had frequent accidents in recent weeks. Now three digits of the eyes of dead bodies have been gouged out, but the police gentlemen have not been able to solve the case so far."
It was the voice of Miss Magic, who believed in the Lady of Mysteries and Rituals, and she stood beside Jenkins. During the previous conversation, the black hood kept facing the chocolate on Jenkins' shoulder.
The only cat around here is not dark, and it is particularly eye-catching in the dark. If someone shot an arrow here at this time, it must be Jenkins who hit the arrow, because he knew that the chocolate would definitely avoid it.
"Why would anyone need those things? Rituals? I've heard that people from the Magic Eye Collection Association have been active in the Nolan area recently."
Jenkins asked.
"Magic Eye Collection Association? A follower of [Void Beholder]?"
Her voice immediately became sharp, "I haven't heard of it yet, are you sure about the news?"
Others also looked here, and Jenkins realized that the clues of this illegal organization had not yet been revealed. The only member who was caught was just arrested yesterday.
"The person who gave me the news is reliable, sure."
He finally nodded, and there was nothing to hide.
But Mr. Hood thinks that "Mr. Candle" has just provided a valuable news, which is the second one. Although Jenkins doesn't mind these things, the rules cannot be easily broken, otherwise accidents may occur in the future. Therefore, at his insistence, everyone gave Jenkins a five-pound note after discussion, which was regarded as the cost of buying news.
Finally, it was Hathaway's turn. She coughed first, and attracted everyone who was thinking a little bit.
"Earlier last week, it was announced that last night, Friday, a boon would be auctioned off. I followed the advice of a friend..."
The tone was a little weak, and Jenkins was sure it was referring to himself.
"I followed his advice and didn't rush to participate. But some things came out of the investigation. I think not many people knew about the sudden search of the 'Old John's Bar' in Pigtail Lane by the [Ocean and Exploration] Church last night. That's where the auction was finally confirmed. The church got the news and thought that the pirate king, Fermisius, would appear as well, but they were in vain. Dozens of benefactors who participated in the auction all escaped, because the host of the auction and the Orthodox Church faced Fighting, delayed a lot of time."
She paused and looked at Jenkins: "The auctioned gift was not taken out, and the navigators arrived. But a gifter with special abilities believes that the auction item is a magic eye."
"Look what I do, I don't know about it."
He, that is, Mr. Candle shook his head innocently, "I really haven't heard of this matter, and I'm not a news peddler. If any of you have a friend who is a gifter who works in [The Church of Ocean and Exploration], you can inquire about it." Just a moment. But when encountering the Orthodox Church, the general illegal bestowers mainly avoid it. Since that person dared to resist, most likely he is on the most wanted list."
"I think so too. Mr. Candle's statement is very reasonable. That person is most likely a member of the [Magic Eye Collection Association]. As for the reason for holding the auction... Could it be to find someone locally?"
Mr. White Cat also expressed his opinion. Among the six people, he was the only one who stood leaning against a tree. Seeing that no one expressed their opinions, he continued:
"But hasn't that Pirate King left Norland yet? It's been almost a month since we saw him last time..."
Still no one could answer his question, because no one could successfully fathom a madman's mind.
The next step is the free trade session. At the beginning, Mr. Hood called Jenkins aside.
"This shouldn't be an ordinary pet, right?"
He asked straight to the point, talking about the yawning cat sitting firmly on Jenkins' shoulder.
"I can't possibly sell you vanilla."
Jenkins squinted his eyes and took a step back, put a hand on his shoulder and pressed his cat's head, and said immediately. White Cat Vanilla is also very cooperative, making a threatening sound of "呵喵".
"No, no, Mr. Candle, I have no intention of buying your pet. I mean, did your cat take a special potion, or was it born so smart?"
"Natural, I picked it up on a rainy night and it took ages for him to trust me."
Jenkins' eyes were wary.
"That would be a shame, I've always wanted an animal companion with special abilities, like an owl or something."
Mr. Hood said regretfully. Seeing that Jenkins still looked like an enemy, he shrugged his shoulders and did not continue to ask about this matter.
Jenkins also came today with a purpose. In addition to exchanging some materials with a few people, he also specifically asked Miss Magic about some things.
The two left the place where the crowd gathered, walked a few steps to the side, and then began to talk:
"I remember, when I met you in 'Under the Tree' last time, you mentioned that you can restore any ritual?"