"The man just now is a cult member of the Magic Eye Collection Association. His ability and appearance are consistent. I don't know his real name, but he is generally called the Priest of Thousand Eyes. He is a madman who will do everything in pursuit of power. It is said that even in the magic eye Inside the Eye Collection Association, this person also has many enemies."
The carriage hit something and shook violently. The man sitting next to Captain Bincy directly pressed the brazier with his palm to prevent the charcoal from falling out due to the shaking.
"Sir, is it really okay to put so many magic eyes on your body?"
Jenkins could only think of villains who underwent body modification like this in evil stories.
"I can't answer this question. Such a technology is really hard to imagine. I think there must be something special about that thousand-eyed officiant, otherwise there won't be only one such person in the Magic Eye Collection Association. Speaking of which, the magic eye The use of the eye consumes the user's own spirit. For the holder of a single magic eye, this consumption is nothing, but the amount just encountered is a bit scary.
It was mentioned in the records of the church about this person that the magic eyes on the Priestess of Thousand Eyes are usually closed, and the magic eyes are lurking in the inner layer of the skin. They are 'squeezed' from under the skin only when applied. "
The corners of the mouths of everyone in the carriage trembled. The scene was just an imagination, and it was disgusting enough.
"The only information we can confirm at present is that all the magic eyes on him have vision."
"Can you all 'see'?"
"Yes, both have vision."
Captain Bincy said.
After returning to the church, it was time for dinner. Jenkins found Chocolate watching the snow in front of the nursery in the backyard, and then had dinner with the clergy of the church.
He asked the bishop to spend the night in the church tonight, and of course the bishop would not refuse.
At midnight, Jenkins did not turn on the gas lamp in the bedroom, but stood in front of the window holding the chocolate and looked at the moon and snow outside.
The two-color moonlight was exceptionally bright, pulling the shadows of Jenkins and Chocolate long behind. The snowflakes were still falling, but the snow was very light.
Tried to use the power of fate, but there was no response.
A feeling of loneliness suddenly occurred to Jenkins, and he hugged the chocolate in his arms even tighter. He looked at the snow for a while, then looked down at the borrowed pocket watch under the moonlight.
"Three, two, one."
When all three pointers coincide at the top of the dial, the world seems to be distorted.
He only felt that his five senses had failed, and he couldn't even judge the state of his body. The surrounding pictures blurred like an oil painting that had been splashed with water, and the strong sense of nausea was the only feeling that could be felt right now.
The surroundings finally turned into darkness, only a small spot of light in the distant sky.
Jenkins endured the mental discomfort and looked up.
"Is that... a book?"
The drowsiness made him slowly close his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a crackling sound coming from the stove in front of him.
Jenkins sat up and looked around.
It was still dark outside, and Chocolate was lying on the soft cushion of the sofa beside him. He squinted his eyes and saw that Jenkins had woken up, so he pretended to shake off the blanket that Jenkins had covered him, and then meowed a few times at the man.
Even without checking the calendar, Jenkins knew that today must be the 31st. It was snowing outside the window, but the yard hadn't been completely covered, which all said, this is the third time on the 31st.
"What's going on here?"
Standing up, he found the spring water of the fountain of wisdom that should have been sacrificed.
"Does the sage know about this?"
He thought suspiciously, this power to reverse time is really terrifying, but what is the reason for it
"Recurring 31 days, forever 31 days... Wait, have I heard something like this somewhere?"
Perhaps before coming to this world, things like time reversal often appeared in literary works. But for this era, this is still a very new subject matter...
"31 Days of Mr. Pott's Cycle"!"
He finally remembered that at the opera house, the opera he was listening to at that time was the subject of this kind of story.
"Is it just a coincidence?"
He asked himself, after all, it was just an opera, but when the two coincided: on the 31st, he couldn't help thinking about more things.
"chocolate!"
he cried, and the cat immediately rose to its feet.
The clock at home shows that the current time is one o'clock in the morning on the 31st. Jenkins didn't feel sleepy at all, he raised his hand to greet his cat, then took the metal block that encapsulated divinity, and stepped into the snow against the moonlight.
The Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe would not stay in Nolan City for a long time, but because the Pirate King Fermisius was seen at the dock area, the ships going out to sea were no longer safe, so they were forced to stay longer.
According to their plan, everyone in the troupe will leave Nolan next month, that is, tomorrow, and go to Eldron to start a new round of performances. The residence of the troupe is a hotel in the urban area.
The inn's address is kept secret in case the crazy admirers make a fuss. But last month, in order to investigate the extraordinary harmonica related to the troupe, Jenkins saw the address of this group of people while reading the materials.
The cat turned pure white, and Jenkins also conjured up the black robe in the spirit. High-end hotels naturally have high-level guards, but they are just a group of ordinary people.
After some effort, Jenkins finally arrived inside the hotel. Once he was a villain, he threatened the girl at the front desk with a knife to take out the dormitory register, and he came to the third floor after gently beating her unconscious.
"301, the room of the troupe owner."
He is standing behind the armor at the corner, the gas lamp with a faint flame is on his left, and his body is just blocked by the silhouette of a huge oil painting.
The soul escaped through the wall by itself, and the room was pitch black. It took less than ten seconds to check quickly, and there was no one.
"That's great!"
The body with eyes closed trembled, Chocolate immediately retracted the tail brushing the man's face, pretending to be on guard.
The door locks of this high-end hotel are all specially shaped, and it took Jenkins a long time to pick them open. But luckily it's midnight, just be careful not to make your locks make too much noise.
It was an unseemly scene, especially when he was half-squatting and bending over to pick the lock with the wire, but he wasn't trying to steal or commit any other evil, so he didn't feel his reputation would be damaged by it.
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