"Mr. Williams, you are still so punctual."
Mr. Pisco looked even worse than when we last met. Jenkins even suspected that he would faint in the next second, which was not impossible.
This time the landlord did not bring refreshments to the two, which may have been arranged by Mr. Pisco. The flame in the fireplace in the apartment is also much smaller, and only half of the entire room can barely be illuminated.
Flames are as fragile as Mr. Pisco's life.
"You seem to be in a good mood, that's good. I don't think my efforts were wasted."
"No, I just feel that I should be able to handle the things that can be handled. But if my judgment is wrong, then the disaster you predicted will still happen."
He looked at the pale cheek and said.
"I trust you."
Jenkins is noncommittal, and even he doesn't believe in himself. He also didn't know whether one of those four things was related to the so-called source of the disaster.
Of course, he didn't realize that when Mr. Pisco said "believe," he was looking at a kitten.
"I don't have much time to last, and I can explain a few things to you before I retire from the stage."
He smiled weakly and raised his hand, making a gesture of please.
"Oh well."
Jenkins was a little hesitant. Everything the middle-aged man in front of him had done was enough to be called "great". He knows that it is absolutely impossible for him to do this to save others, so he admires such people more and more.
After sorting out his thoughts, he asked:
"I want to know, how many savior candidates are there at the end of the 18th era?"
"Nine, and the symbol of becoming a candidate is the unique ability to form a soul emblem. Yes, the emblem of these abilities can cover the original soul emblem, which represents the soul of the bestower being chosen by the world and destiny... Huh ~ sorry, let Let me take a break... The original savior candidates were all congenitally born with those unique abilities, but after so many epochs, in order to deal with the possible catastrophe early... "
"So, those abilities can be learned?"
"Yes, your wisdom is really amazing. The saviors of each era are different, but there is always someone who can predict in advance what will be chosen this time. Twin demons, huh, ancient and tough fighting races, those who are full of The guy with the smell of sulfur predicted it, but unfortunately he still failed to defeat you in the end."
"What are the nine abilities?"
He thought for a while and asked again. In fact, there were still many questions. For example, the emblem of the savior did not cover his own emblem at all.
"I know, but I can't say. Mr. Williams, you need to discover these things yourself. But I still have that point of view, a deliberate pursuer, and I can't get anything in the end; only the bestower who truly matches that identity can To be favored by fate."
"Favour?"
"Yes, Mr. Williamette."
Again he agreed.
Following the deep voice of the middle-aged man, the curtains around the room were automatically drawn with a clang. The flames in the fireplace, now there was really only Mars left, and the faces of the two were shrouded in darkness at the same time.
"Some people have been pursuing the secret of becoming a god, but they don't know where the starting point of becoming a god is."
His voice echoed in the empty living room, and the atmosphere was a bit weird:
"The process of sublimating from a human to a god is extremely difficult. Even I don't know the secrets of gods very well. After all, I only have one page. But I do know that there are still some shortcuts to becoming a god in this world '."
"Savior?"
He guessed, feeling his heart beating violently, and a certain truth was about to be revealed to him.
"Yes, as long as the savior at the end of the era completes his mission, the world will directly make him a god. There is no need for long years, difficult processes, or ridiculous rituals. Save the world, and then, Become a god. This is the easiest way, a shortcut other than the formal way... "
"Sir, this is really..."
"Unbelievable isn't it? But it's fair, isn't it?"
Mr. Pisco smiled weakly, waved his hand, the curtains were automatically opened, and the flame in the fireplace returned to normal.
Jenkins swallowed. He was an incomplete false god now. Therefore, as long as one maintains the identity of the "twin devil" and saves the world, one can complete oneself and become a true god.
"It sounds as difficult as collecting divinity and completing priesthood. Although I still don't know what priesthood is..."
He thought in his heart, and he didn't know what expression he should make at this moment.
"May I ask this matter, oh, I mean the matter of becoming a god by saving the world, how many people know about it?"
"I don't know either."
Mr. Pisco replied.
Jenkins lowered his eyes. At some point in the future, he will face more complicated situations.
Maybe it was because answering the question just now had made Mr. Pisco exhausted physically and mentally, or maybe it was simply because he wanted to take a good rest. Next, Jenkins was politely invited out again, and he was already shocked by the information he had obtained.
But Mr. Piscoe said Jenkins could come back at a later date after addressing today's matter. If this gentleman is still alive, then you can talk to him casually.
"Okay, then we'll see you tonight..."
He held his hat hesitantly and said goodbye to Mr. Pisco at the door of the apartment. This time he didn't even have the energy to send Jenkins downstairs.
"See you tonight, Mr. Williamette."
Taking advantage of the night to go home and take a nap, after waking up, I found some discarded metal pipes left by the previous owner in the basement, melted them with flames, wrapped A-03-02-4491, the poisonous eyeball of the suicide, and then used A sharp dagger engraved square characters on it.
Of course, this process cannot be avoided without being stared at by that eye.
But after the work was over, the originally cold air in the basement seemed to have undergone some changes. Although it is still so humid, at least the psychological burden has been reduced a lot.
In fact, when the eyeball was hidden at home, Jenkins often found stray cats and dogs trying to trespass on his property when he was not at home. But none of them dared to break through the range of the fence. One time when I went home, I saw three stray cats gathered under the mailbox and didn't know what to do, but they scared away as soon as they saw Jenkins.