The leader's words attracted the young people, but who would dare to believe such a thing easily
"It's not a liar, is it?"
Someone said in such a low voice. Everyone didn't dare to oppose the leader head-on. I still remember that last time, a kid who didn't understand the rules questioned the scar on the leader's face, which was accidentally chopped off by the noble guards during the theft. As a result, the boy never appeared again.
"Hmph, Mr. Hicks of Walett Street, the one who often rides in a carriage at this corner with a newspaper, he told his friend himself."
Mentioning this incident, the leader couldn't help feeling a little proud. He had squeezed behind a pile of rusted steam pipes to pick up copper that had fallen on the ground, and overheard the conversation. For young people, what Mr. Hicks, who can ride in a carriage every day, is absolutely true.
"I'm going to try it first."
He said it with a strange emphasis, which, it seemed to Little Hangleton, was imitating the Mr. Mayor who gave a public speech at the Clock Tower last week.
"It's just a few silver coins, I don't care."
He pretended to be generous but said distressedly that this was to maintain his dignity in front of everyone. As the son of a hunter, he knew very well that the leader of the beasts must not show weakness or lack of determination in front of his subordinates.
Young people expressed their willingness to give it a try one after another, but the money they finally collected was less than 3 marks.
Little Hangleton watched with piercing eyes that his five copper coins were put into the small bag by the leader. Young people's dreams, beautiful and magnificent, passionate and presumptuous dreams, were all contained in it.
And Jenkins, who An Xin received the young man's dream, is still worried.
The process of making projection tokens was extremely simple. Miss Magic had already drawn the basic ritual array on paper and handed it to him. After buying some materials on the black market, the five tokens were completed.
Considering the possibility of trading items with Ms. Miller in the future, Jenkins also specifically called the protoss Rakul and asked her how to make an indicator to determine the location of the material world.
Protoss need guidance in order to teleport items over long distances.
Still above the star sea, the star tide surged up and down with the breath, and the silver and blue brilliance diffused in all directions. The transparent body of Protoss was right in front of Jenkins, and she looked at the new god in front of her with some weirdness.
"Since you are a god, you should know that the power of a god is the most effective position marker."
This is what Jenkins wants too, but the problem is, he is a false god who is not online. Although he still had a drop of divinity in his hand, he didn't feel the need to use it for this matter.
"The power of the gods should not only refer to divinity. Most things related to the gods themselves have strange powers."
Thinking of this, Jenkins began to think about the information or items that he carried on his body, which was mysterious enough and directly pointed to him.
Protoss Rakul looked at her patiently with a smile, holding a huge transparent book in his hand without a name on it.
"name… "
Jenkins suddenly had an inspiration: "Can my name be used as a beacon?"
"Of course, the real name of the god has absolutely terrible power."
Jenkins nodded, with the palm of his right hand facing up, a few drops of ink appeared out of thin air and floated above the palm, and then quickly split and moved, writing in very fancy fonts:
"Jenkins Williams."
"No, that's not a real name."
Protoss shook his head slowly: "This is just your human name in the material world, just like my name is Rakul. Both Jenkins and Rakul are just code names, which have a certain degree of mystery but cannot represent complete power. "
Jenkins thought about it and agreed with this truth. He hesitated for a moment, "What language do you need to write your real name in? Is it an ancient language like Rocky?"
"No, the real name of a god or a lower-level higher creature can be a symbol, a word, or even meaningless graffiti. But it must be a name that represents the entire existence, a name that is fully recognized by itself."
While speaking, she stretched out her fingers to seduce the power of the starry sky. A silver thread was formed between the two, and when a string of letters in an unknown language finally formed, a majestic force burst out from the words.
It was pitch black, and there was no concept of time and space. Then, a light spot representing "everything" appeared in front of his eyes. Just when Jenkins was surprised to think that the source of this sea of stars was the same as the earth, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from the invisible void.
With just one touch, boundless light and heat erupted, silver and blue rays of light intertwined and radiated in all directions.
The illusion ended here, perhaps because he was freed from the shackles of the physical body, and Jenkins, whose soul was in the astral world, did not feel long-term discomfort.
He shook his head, and saw that the light of the entire star sea was beating, but he was stopped by Lacourt before completely going berserk.
Even so, the appearance of her real name made her whole body overflow with light. If Jenkins thought she was just a human being with a special appearance, then at this time, he could feel the greatness of creatures created by the longest history.
"I seem to have seen some pictures just now..."
He hesitated to speak, he didn't quite believe that he actually saw the scene of the birth of the star realm.
"Mr. Williams, that's not real. It's an illusion caused by my power and your knowledge. The birth of the star world is related to the great master, but the real reason for its birth is one of the deepest secrets of this world. It doesn't It might be as simple as that, just show it."
The appearance of her real name triggered the power that Protoss has been suppressing, but her smile is still so touching.
"I understand that this is an illusion, because no spirit is produced."
He nodded, that giant hand was Lakul's understanding of the birth of the astral world, and the only "all" point was his own understanding, which made sense.
He looked at the cursive handwriting on his right palm, clenched his fist fiercely, and the ink stains turned into black dots and dispersed. When he opened his palm again, two square-shaped characters rose from his palm.
I thought it was just like this, but a second after the text was formed, purple brilliance flew out from behind Jenkins. The purple line collided with the surrounding silver and blue starry sky, gradually changing its trajectory.
The sound of crackling explosions was endless, and Jenkins turned his head, looking at Guanghua shuttled through the sea of stars like fireworks.
After everything calmed down, the square character above Jenkins' right hand absorbed all the purple light and shook slightly in his palm.