"I thought there would be a bigger vision."
Jenkins sighed softly, looking at his name with a complicated expression.
"New God, you still lack the priesthood."
Lacour said calmly, but when Jenkins wanted to ask something more, she turned her head to look at Xinghai next to her with a smile on her face, pretending that what she just said was not what she said.
"I understand, I need to find it myself, right?"
"You are a god, I am not. Mr. William, the Protoss will not interfere with the affairs of the material world, nor will it change the fate of all worlds by influencing the gods."
"All worlds?"
"I think you should understand what I mean."
Jenkins smiled. "That's why I hate half-spoken people in second-rate novels."
Of course, this sentence is just in my mind.
Through the power of Jenkins' real name, Rakul recognized his godlike nature. So as long as he engraves his name on a specific item, that item can become a beacon of guidance.
But at the same time, she also warned that items engraved with the names of gods would definitely become special magical items. Although the pseudo-god Jenkins has no corresponding priesthood, the essence of his soul is also contagious. The magical items manufactured in this way will have abilities similar to those of Jenkins himself, but they cannot be created too much, because he does not have a priesthood, and too much loss of the essence of being a god will not affect the soul, but it will premature death of the physical body.
Knowing the function of his real name, Jenkins returned to the material world from the astral world.
Opening his eyes, his body remained in the posture of sitting on the chair in front of the desk, but Chocolate had changed from lying on the cushion beside the desk to picking up the metal block.
"You really like cube-like things."
Jenkins said with a smile, and reached out to touch its back twice. He still remembered that Chocolate liked to play with the drawn Rubik's Cube, but it was a pity that Jenkins destroyed that thing.
The moment it was touched by Jenkins, the cat's movements froze for a moment, and it looked back at its owner.
"Meow~"
Then quickly jumped off the table, and jumped back to the first floor step by step along the stairs like a fat rabbit.
Instead of chasing it, Jenkins looked at the five smooth stones neatly arranged on the table.
He picked up a piece casually, and with a light force, the spiritual magnet was divided into two parts.
Picking up the sterling silver ceremonial silver knife in his hand, he took a deep breath, and then touched the surface with the blade.
"Zhan~Jin~"
He made a long voice in a low voice, and carved out two square characters while talking.
Chocolat was originally lying beside the fireplace in the living room on the first floor. When Jenkins cut the knife, his two cat ears trembled, and then he rushed up the stairs. It stopped at the door of the study, hiding outside the door, only the small cat head looked at the man's movements, and the big amber eyes were full of curiosity.
With the completion of the last horizontal line, a rich golden aura bloomed on the stone, but other than that, there was no abnormality. I can feel the aura passing away, and at the same time, the nicks also disappear to a very weak degree. But for half a year, it is almost enough.
"That's all."
He nodded in satisfaction, pulled the kerosene lamp on the table closer, lowered his head and carefully carved other magnets.
Chocolate widened her amber pupils, and the cat's head protruded from the side of the door. When Jenkins started working on the third magnet, he pulled his head back and ran down the stairs on a pad of flesh, and fell back onto the wool rug in front of the fire.
The outstretched right front paw scratched the carpet, and the impressions left on the carpet gradually formed two crooked square characters.
The subsequent strokes became slower and slower, and because of the fear of being discovered by the owner working upstairs, it did not complete the stroke of the word "gold" in the end.
"Meow~"
As if a great event had been accomplished, the cat let out a triumphant cry, and a big black hand stretched out from the shadow on the ground, and wiped away all the scratches.
It lay down again, with its front paws resting on the cat's head, and the flickering flames were reflected in the amber eyes, shaking slowly and firmly.
"Meow~"
(Chocolate licking milk... )
Wednesday is the 31st day of October, which is the last day of [Sage and Harvest Moon].
"This month is too long!"
Thinking of what happened this month, Jenkins couldn't help but feel lucky that he was able to survive until the end of the month intact.
"This is the blessing of the sage!"
He sat up on the mattress in front of the fireplace in his pajamas, and shouted with his hands raised high. Then he reached out and touched the cat sleeping on the sofa covered with a small blanket. It curled up into a sleeping Zhengxiang, and when Jenkins touched it, it immediately cried out in dissatisfaction.
Put on the slippers, wash up in the bathroom, take off the coat and put it on in the hall, and then opened the door.
"Oh, Goddess, it's snowing."
He sighed softly, a layer of snow had already accumulated in the yard, and the small tree pruned by the maid was also covered in silver.
Although it was a bit cold, Jenkins still walked down the steps in front of the door with his chest folded and his head tucked in. He stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake in the air.
St. George's Avenue in front of the yard was completely covered with snow, and the coachman, wearing a cotton cap and cotton gloves, was struggling to drive his horse forward. The horseshoes left small potholes in the snow, which were soon covered by the wheels behind them.
Mr. Goodman is also ready to go out. He is wearing an exaggerated red scarf, and his already obese body is even more obese because of the excessively bloated clothes.
"Good morning, Mr. Williamette! It's a cold day."
"Good morning, Mr. Goodman! Yes, I think after this snow, it should be real winter."
The two exchanged a few words, and Mr. Goodman walked onto the road with his black briefcase under his arms.
According to the living standards of the Goodman family, this gentleman's weekly salary should be a little worse than that of Jenkins, but not much worse, and they all belong to the middle class. But Jenkins is a young bachelor, and he is only 21 this year; Mr. Goodman has a heavy burden to support his wife and young son.
This led to the fact that on Wednesday morning, Mr. Goodman had to go to work facing the snowflakes deep and shallow, while Jenkins, after picking up the newspaper and milk at the door, enjoyed his breakfast while stroking the chocolate while watching the snow scene .
"Don't touch it, wait a minute."
He stopped the cat from trying to get close to the bottle, then poured out the milk, warmed it over a flame, and pushed it to her. Milk that has been frozen outside for a long time cannot be drunk directly, otherwise gastrointestinal problems are prone to occur.