This is a common wooden Ouija board, probably to make it old, and a few small moth-eaten holes were specially made on the edge of the board. But Dad was a master faker himself, and Jenkins could tell at a glance that this was at best a new thing ten years ago.
The Ouija board itself is square, but the corners have been processed so that it has a certain curvature. If you look at it from the right direction, there is a curious smiling face engraved in the upper left corner, and a crying face with a weird painting style in the upper right corner. The style of painting is close to that of young children's sketches, but it is because of this that it is even more terrifying.
The person who designed this Ouija board has exceptionally good drawing skills. Although it is just a stick figure, it gives people the illusion that these two faces are real.
On the upper part of the Ouija board, the 26 letters of today's common script are written in an arc, and the words "yes" and "no" are written below. Below that are the ten numbers from 0 to 9 written horizontally, with the word "goodbye" at the bottom. Use it with a droplet-shaped small tablet inlaid with transparent glass, and you can answer some simple questions.
Between the letters on the upper half and the numbers on the lower half was carved a forest of tombstones, dyed black and white with dye, and engraved with a long line of invented names on the tombstones. At the bottom is a sentence written in unusually fancy cursive script - the heart of awe must not be lost, and the heart of fear must not be lost.
On the left and right sides of the wooden board, there are five artificially processed small holes distributed asymmetrically, which are used to inlay the Ouija board figurines. Copper edging was wrapped around the board, and an unknown inscription was engraved on the metal part.
The so-called Ouija boards don't need statues, which Jenkins speculates is a way to attract female customers and raise prices.
"Is this the Ouija board? It's the first time I've seen it."
He touched the surface of the board curiously, trying to distinguish the specific material, while the old man was still introducing:
"Qualified psychics can indeed talk to the dead through this kind of thing, and even see the memories shared by the dead. Most of the bestowers of [End of Death] can do it. But for ordinary people, the Ouija board can only It’s a toy, or a tool for profit.”
"So it must be safe for ordinary people to use Ouija boards?"
"Of course not, if the user imitates a ritual seen from a strange book, or has a powerful evil spirit associated with it nearby, then it may cause big/trouble, of course, the probability is very small. No need to worry about it Anxiety, there is no place in this world that is absolutely safe, you must know that you may encounter deadly monsters even if you are walking on the road."
Jenkins nodded vigorously, he has a deep understanding of the strange things when walking.
For this era with few boring entertainments, the ladies who have nothing to do besides playing with their lovers also have a soft spot for the scary and exciting occult field. For example, divination and spiritism. Although the few aristocratic ladies Jenkins knows are not very interested in this, he knows that girls born in high society have great courage to try such props.
"... So, young gentlemen and ladies are too bold now. When I was your age, if any items related to illegal witchcraft were found in the home, the Inquisition could directly convict him, although The criminal law was whipping and fines at most, but it was quite a severe punishment at the time... ”
The old man was still talking about things related to it, while Jenkins casually stroked the chocolate curled up to sleep, and secretly complained in his heart:
"Inquisition? What year did this happen? How old is dad this year?"
No one could answer this question. Even if he asked the old bishop when he went to the church to give an evening class that night, he just laughed and said nothing. Captain Bincy has been busy with work recently and is not in the church, and the gentleman from the Special Items Management Office did not answer this question directly, but the keeper hinted to him that the old man's age is normal and there is no need to have any doubts.
"What are you thinking?"
In the silent night, Miss Miller and Jenkins went back in the carriage together. She also wanted to discuss as much as possible with Jenkins about the contents of "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" before starting the journey.
Jenkins shook his head, putting the question of Pop's age behind him.
"It's nothing particularly important. It's just paying someone to fix something, but it's been three days and there's no news."
"I think you are too anxious. Maybe you should add some gold pounds. The enthusiasm of the craftsmen and the quality of their craftsmanship are always related to these."
Jenkins smiled, thinking of his withered wallet again. Perhaps understanding the meaning of this smile, Miss Miller narrowed her eyes and asked:
"Why, the great writer is worried about the economy?"
If there is no idea of solving the Eldron incident once and for all, then Jenkins still has at least 300 pounds of disposable liquidity in his hands. It was a lot of money, but he was on the verge of bankruptcy trying to get out of the mail-worry-answer-worry cycle once and for all.
"Although there is no urgent need for money recently, even if you are single, you need some savings to guarantee your life. The work of the church has a lot of income, but no one will dislike their gold pounds, right? And we still... "
Miss Miller nodded. As a benefactor, she needs to spend a lot of gold pounds, which she also understands.
Speaking of this topic, Jenkins smiled embarrassedly, and asked again:
"Speaking of which, I'm currently learning how to make potions. Although there's only one formula for a basic potion called [Witch's Kiss]... are you interested?"
Unexpectedly, just after Jenkins asked this question, Miss Miller suddenly covered her mouth and laughed:
"Witch's Kiss? Mr. Williams, do you really know the effect of this potion?"
"...isn't it to increase femininity?"
The carriage stopped at the intersection of St. George Avenue. Because it was a church carriage, there was no need to pay the fare. But Jenkins gave the coachman fivepence as a tip for his night work, as was customary.
There was no further conversation in the street, the night was too cold. Jenkins stuffed the cat into his arms first, then rubbed his hands to open the gate of the fence, while Miss Miller squinted at his neighbor, the home of Mrs. Margaret, who lived alone.
His eyes were full of doubts, but he shook his head in the end, blaming the flashing feeling on an illusion.
"So, what exactly does Witch's Kiss do?"
The two entered the room, and Jenkins turned on the knob of the gas lamp on the wall, and the flame rose from the copper-colored base. Then as soon as he raised his hand, a cluster of flames flew out from his sleeve and fell into the fireplace. With a bang, the flames in the fireplace also flickered.