Of course the rumors of bankruptcy are false. Jenkins still has a small amount of savings, and the salary provided by the church and the father is on a weekly basis. As long as he is not in debt, the great writer Mr. Williams will not go bankrupt.
"But I still have some special items in my hand that you might be interested in. I have a..."
"No, although the magnet is very valuable, it is worse than the numbered B-type items. I need your help, respected Mr. Candle, after the matter is over, the magnet will be given to you for free."
This is definitely not a temporary idea, and Miss Magic has already expected this.
Jenkins let out a "hum~" and did not express his opinion immediately. He looked at the night sky behind the two of them, and two moons had already appeared in the sea of stars.
The weather today is fine, without any cloudy clouds covering the sky.
"whats the matter?"
he asked.
The woman smiled lightly, stretched out her right hand from the robe, and spread her palm upwards. As the incantations with incomprehensible specific meanings were uttered, the yellow incantation ability in front of the woman burst into dazzling aura.
Billowing pure white smoke rose from the palm, turning into a one-eyed man. To be precise, on the left half of the face of this ferocious-looking man, there is a scar extending from his forehead to his chin. The eye happened to be in the path of the scar, so it was concluded that that eye was blind.
"I'm going to kill him, I need help."
"Kill? Heh~ But at least I need to know who this is? I never... I rarely do illegal things."
The woman's palm trembled twice, and the pure white smoke trembled as her hand trembled. It immediately turned into a wanted warrant, and the person on the wanted warrant was naturally the man just now.
"Hoover Peasle, first mate on a ship owned by Pirate King Varren the Skeleton King. You don't have to worry I'm lying to you, a warrant for him can be found in the Daily Nolan, but I think we all I don’t have the guts to claim the reward.”
Jenkins squinted at the middle-aged man with one eyed (one-eyed) ferocious eyes on the wanted notice. He has a big nose and thick lips that almost droop, and a skull-shaped tattoo can be seen faintly on his right arm. The man was pretty much everything Jenkins imagined a pirate would be, except he wasn't wearing a black eyepatch.
"Do you have any details about him?"
Jenkins thought about it and asked again.
Miss Magic also knows that tonight's actions are a bit risky alone, so it is necessary to provide the necessary information.
"A year ago, he was a level 4 granter. I'm not sure about his current level. There is at most one special item on his body, B-09-4-2737, the wet hair of the evil spirit female ghost, but it is not very dangerous. He came to Nolan alone this time, without any companions for sure, the purpose is to make a deal with the cult members of the Magic Eye Collection Association, he needs an eye."
"There's nothing wrong with that reason."
Jenkins muttered in his heart.
This is the end of Miss Magic's introduction. She looked at Jenkins, shrugged, and signaled him to ask questions.
"Which great god does he believe in?"
"False God - God of the Drowned."
The woman replied without hesitation.
Jenkins nodded again, thinking quietly.
"Miss Magic is a fifth-level gifter, and the number of abilities has reached the upper limit of the level. There is a gift on her body, a special item with blue aura, and a special item with red aura. There are also a lot of ritual items in her pocket. Really Quite affluent...”
It is very difficult to raise a high-level gifter. Since Peasle was at level four a year ago, it is absolutely impossible to reach level six at this time. From this point of view, Miss Magic asked Jenkins for help in order to be safe.
"I can temporarily agree, but I have a probing ability, and I need to observe the specific situation from a distance before making a decision."
The woman's hood swung up and down a few times: "No problem, we can go there now."
"Before then I have one more question..."
Stretching out his hand to stop Miss Magic, Jenkins looked at the black hood and let two silver balls of light fly back to his chest.
"Why did you kill him?"
"Do I need to tell the truth?"
Jenkins smiled, saying such words in this situation is meaningless.
"It depends on your mood. In fact, as long as you don't want to snatch some cursed gold coins, I don't mind at all."
He replied, saying something that no one could understand. Miss Magic chuckled, she sounded in a good mood:
"You'll find out soon."
The prices in Nolan City are also very high in the entire Kingdom of Fidetictli. At least from the perspective of the level of rent, it is true.
Therefore, some low-cost rental houses in the slums came into being. Renters often own an entire street of houses, and they don't care what kind of people rent these buildings. Whether they are criminals, drug addicts or stowaways, as long as they have money, anyone can find their own there. of a place.
Corresponding to the poor environment, tenants can find quite a lot of service items near their residences. Mr. Hoover Peasle was obviously unwilling to spend the long night alone. With a satisfied smile on his face, he walked out of the two-story white-roofed house behind him, and kicked away the drunk lying in the alley. Drunk, and then couldn't help laughing.
"This damn place."
Guessing something soft under his feet, the man cursed, lifted the belt that was not fastened just now, and rubbed his shoes casually on the drunk man's clothes.
"Damn Nolan, damn the weather, damn Orthodox Church."
He was still cursing under his breath because he was sure no one else was around. At the bar this morning, I had already met the merchant who sold the magic eye. At that price, even a pirate would feel pain.
But the problem of the left eye has to be solved. Although this image is very intimidating, the bastards on the same boat still laughed at this as the appearance of a pirate, but if you really work hard, the lack of vision is very terrible.
"Damn it!"
He thought of the man who gave him a knife again. Who would have known that the level 7 bestower would go to sea on an ordinary freighter.
But thinking of the thing I got recently, I felt complacent again: "When I find it...you are all going to die!"
Cursing and turning from the alley to the main road, he rudely kicked the stones on the ground into the distance. Seeing two policemen with kerosene lamps appearing in front of them, they snorted, turned around and hid in the shadow of the alley again.