Jenkins heard the noise in the distance, and when he turned around, there were already some shaking lights at the entrance of the alley, which proved that someone was running towards here with a kerosene lamp.
Miss Magic, who finished processing the skull tattoo, nodded to Jenkins, and the two immediately ran deeper into the alley.
This gift robe can resist the effect of divination, especially after absorbing another black robe in front of the Vientiane Gate. It was only recently that Jenkins figured out what functions it had. When divination was performed for different points in time, the identity of Jenkins he obtained could only be the identity he believed to be himself at that point in time.
Just like what happened just now, even if a sophisticated fortune-teller struggles to see the truth amidst the bewildered omens and symbols, what he will see in the end will only be a "Mr. Candle" without any information, rather than a collection of weird The black-robed man or the ruthless twin demons.
The two ran along the alley tacitly. Miss Magic had investigated the nearby terrain in a targeted manner, so she avoided the people who were attracted from all directions.
They eventually returned to the rocky beach on the river bank, but not the original bridge.
"The operation went well, thank you for your help, Mr. Candle."
The woman's voice sounded happy, and she turned around and handed Jenkins an oiled paper package, which contained five spiritual magnets the size of flint and steel.
"I didn't do anything."
As he spoke, he pushed Chocolate's claws away, and the cat was attacking his hair on the shoulder. It's bedtime for Chocolate, and it's reminding Jenkins to get home as soon as possible.
"You don't need to be so modest, whether you judged in advance that the female ghost's hair was hidden in her teeth, or finally subdued him easily, it's all thanks to you."
After thinking about it, she took out the roll of parchment with skull tattoos from her cuff again.
"Actually, I can tell you what it is. Although it is not very important, please keep it a secret."
"No problem at all."
"Wonder if Mr. Candle has heard of A-12-1-0044?"
This number is very familiar, Jenkins thought for a while, and suddenly realized what it was: "The skull sword of the dead soul?"
"It's good that you know, I don't need to explain any more... Please don't show such an expression, I'm not a lunatic who wants to launch the Scourge of the Undead again."
No wonder Jenkins thought so. The incident 30 years ago did not cause any major disturbances, but the resulting corpse plague was the most serious continental plague since this era.
"Thirty years ago, the Orthodox Church surrounded the owner of the skeleton sword and his army in a small town, but when the undead army was wiped out, the sword disappeared. Until 10 years ago, it was reported from nowhere According to the news, A-12-1-0044 disappeared long before the matter was exposed, and it can only be found through its scattered imprints. It is said that there are thousands of imprints in total, but only one can find it.”
"This is… "
"Yes, this is the imprint. In fact, there are many doubts about this matter itself, such as the source of these imprints. But my purpose is not to find the sword, and I am not willing to gamble with a one-thousandth probability... "
Jenkins nodded, looked at the pattern on the parchment, and wrote it down. The red and blue moonlight shone on the skull, not only did it not make it scary, but it felt holy.
He didn't know much about what happened 30 years ago, but the danger of that weird thing was obvious. Jenkins would not listen to Miss Magic's one-sided words. There is already too much malice in Nolan City, and there is no need for the undead army and the Black Death plague. He'd look for documentation of the pattern, hoping it was really what she said it was.
Although it was Miss Magic who hired Jenkins, according to the rules, except for the things she needed, the other spoils she got were to be shared equally. Hoover Peasle's poverty was beyond the two's expectations. This is probably a common problem of pirates. All the currencies on his body add up to less than 10 shillings. But the female ghost's hair is a numbered item, and it is still a very precious and offensive special item, which is quite valuable.
"Go and estimate the price. At the next party, pay me directly in gold pounds."
He did not choose to keep this item for himself, because the deposit in his hand was not enough to make up the other half of the price difference to Miss Magic. But fortunately, the image of this item is terrible, and he can use this reason to comfort himself:
"It's not that I can't afford it, but that I don't want to own it."
Thinking about it this way made me feel better.
"Do you trust me so much? Just hand it over to me?"
Miss Magic asked with a smile, the harvest tonight was in line with expectations, and no other troubles were caused, which made her wonder if the side effects of the wishing tree were just rumors.
"I trust you a lot, yes, I rarely doubt friends."
Jenkins said with a smile to the woman whose real name was Agnes Howard and whose address he had already found out.
(Chocolate is selling cute... )
Miss Magic didn't lie. Regarding the information about the skull tattoo, she gave exactly the same answer as Dad gave. Jenkins started the conversation with gear germs, then with the flu this fall, with the terrible contagion of thirty years ago, and finally with a long detour to the skull sword.
The old man knew more about this matter than Miss Audrey, it was as if he had personally experienced that matter. Dad also thinks that the origin of that tattoo is very strange, but since it is not a permanent special item, the degree of harm is much lower.
But he still warned Jenkins that although the tattoo will only affect the bearer's consciousness for a period of time, it will have a permanent impact on the body. If one dies with those tattoos on the skin, the corpse has a half chance of being transformed into a lower undead creature.
He probably thought that Jenkins got that kind of thing from somewhere, and Jenkins acquiesced without objecting. He couldn't say that he was the one who bestowed the favor of fighting pirates in the alley last night.
That incident was also taken over by the Church of [Ocean and Exploration], but since the deceased himself was a wanted criminal by the Church and the Kingdom, the blood stained in his hand was enough to be hanged 100 times, so there will be an investigation of the murderer, but it will not last. how long. There is no need to say much about the strange attitude of the Orthodox Church towards unregistered gifted persons. As long as the latter do not intentionally violate the law, they will not be deliberately targeted.
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