"My time is precious."
Jenkins first stated the current situation, and then added: "So I will quickly find a way to deal with you."
While speaking, the vine protruding from the void has already penetrated into the man's temple. He was so focused on noticing Jenkins' hand in his pocket that he didn't think of the danger coming from overhead.
"You lied just now, and there is a small piece of skin on your arm that has a strong aura. You want to report it after I leave, right?"
He spoke to the motionless man at a very fast speed, then picked up the cat and put it on his shoulder, then raised his foot and kicked him hard.
"So you can die in peace."
After explaining to the corpse, he pulled it aside and hid it before entering the next floor through the trapdoor.
It should be said that thanks to the Mr. Chief Priest whose name is hard to remember, in order not to reveal the channel that can save lives in a critical moment, only three people in the organization in the Nolan area know about it. The channel did save their lives, but unfortunately that period of history is not counted.
Thinking about it this way, time is really the most advantageous weapon.
Compared with the amazing wine cellar on the upper floor, the area of the basement is pitifully small. The temperature here is even lower than the upper layer, and a white mist can be formed in the air with a breath.
Because he had been here before, Jenkins shivered and put away the scattered documents in his pocket. Last time it was a complete retreat, so there were very few things left, but this time it was a cautious retreat, so there are still a lot of materials left.
Jenkins once again regretted that he didn't have a space prop or something similar to a space prop. No matter how light the paper was, he couldn't carry all of them out.
He can only quickly browse through the text content, and then confirm which ones are worth taking away. But in a hurry, the decision made is definitely not completely correct.
"It's a pity that chocolate is illiterate, otherwise let it help you choose."
He thought so, and thought that he was too greedy, after all, the cats are already very powerful now.
Not forgetting the purpose of coming here, Jenkins looked around after collecting the documents, and found that all the belongings and precious materials had been removed, so he went directly to the end of the basement.
There was only an iron cage, and inside the cage was a statue-like silver figure. It would be easy to think that this is a lifeless statue, but in fact it is only temporarily sealed.
Sure enough, some spirit-filled runes were engraved on the railings of the iron cage. The rune is so bright yellow that if you look at it from a distance, you will mistakenly think that the iron cage is rusted, but in fact, the scratches were coated with pure gold by skilled craftsmen to strengthen the effectiveness of the seal.
Organizations that can handle corpses proficiently will never lack capable people who are good at detail carving.
If time is enough, Jenkins would like to scrape off these gold layers, and it only takes a few minutes to do it with a dagger. But safety comes first, he knows which is the most important in front of gold pounds and life.
He first changed the chocolate from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, then took off the coat, and rolled up the sleeves of the sweater and shirt as if about to inject a needle, revealing the pattern coiled around his right arm.
The turquoise pattern looks very vine-like at first glance, but a closer look reveals slender brown branches among the green vines. All the greenery and vines grow around this branch, which begins at the heart and ends at the palm of the right arm. Although it was just a painting drawn by Jenkins in a hurry, it looked extremely real.
It wasn't a tattoo, and he didn't have the time or desire to get one. After using divinity for the first time, he once obtained a special ritual called the breath of life, which can transfer life force.
To deal with this monster, this ritual just works.
This somewhat special ritual does not need to engrave weird symbols or representative emblems on the ground, its matrix needs to be displayed on the user's body, so as to allow the user to temporarily have the ability to graft vitality.
What Miss Miller helped to obtain was the material for this ceremony. While very little paint is required, the materials are very expensive. The things needed for this damn ceremony, such as blue clover and hand bone flowers, are things Jenkins has never heard of. It's really remarkable that Miss Miller can get everything ready in one morning. Although the two haven't discussed the price yet, Jenkins is not the kind of person who would take advantage of a friend.
He swallowed, allowing the spirit in his body to flow slowly and steadily in his right arm. Immediately, the already lifelike pattern came to life.
This is not an adjective, the branch rooted above Jenkins' heart, wrapped around his arm and plunged into the palm of his right hand, really came alive.
It slowly squirmed around its arms, and the golden runes flickered faintly on the surface of the leaves and branches.
In Jenkins' excruciating pain, the branch pierced his palm and poked his head out, then turned abruptly toward the motionless silver figure in the cage. It wobbled, trying to creep past, but Jenkins could only reach the iron cage rails under his control.
Chocolat stood on Jenkins' other shoulder, watching the snake-like branches wrap around the place he used to like to stand on. It squinted its eyes, and in the amber cat pupils, there were faint golden runes.
Touching its paws on Jenkins' sweater, the cat growled menacingly.
Jenkins didn't have time to pay attention to this, but his palm was actually physically pierced. But the blood did not seep from the joint between the branch and the flesh, and Jenkins felt that the weird branch seemed to be quietly sucking his own blood.
He patted his right hand with his left hand as a warning, and Zhi Gan immediately stopped such actions.
Grabbing the railing of the iron cage, one foot stepped into the cage in front of him. He turned his body sideways and tried his best to reach out to the figure in the cage. When the palm was less than an inch away from it, the green leaves wrapped by the branches plunged into the surface of the silver body.
Then, a low and hoarse roar came from the monster's mouth.
It came to life, slowly turning around in the cage like a dull old man, looking at Jenkins' hand and the branch that extended out after piercing his palm like eyeballs blinded by tinfoil.
The branches shrank and shivered like arteries. Even if he didn't open the Eye of Reality, Jenkins could see the green brilliance flowing inside the branches.
The monster raised its hands with difficulty, and the process took about half a minute, and at this time the branches had absorbed enough life energy. It didn't give Jenkins the rich spirit as he imagined, but instead provided itself with desperate growth.