Calm was restored in the alley, amidst the double moon and falling snow, only the maid and the cat remained.
Julia stared blankly at the bare wall for a while before noticing the cat standing in the snow, so she squatted down carefully, clapped her hands, and shouted softly:
"Come here, shall we go to the carriage?"
Chocolate didn't even look at her, and deftly ran to the roof of the low building beside the wall along the rusty wooden ladder covered with snow. Lying there, she called out in a childlike voice, and looked at the position of the wall with bright amber vertical pupils.
"Using the projected body to enter the strange world, what will happen?"
This is what Jenkins thought of when he stepped into the strange situation.
Even though it has been upgraded to level 3, the dizziness and vomiting still make him extremely uncomfortable. He kneeled on the ground with difficulty, and it took him a while to recover.
The temperature here is much higher than that in the urban area of Ruen, and the room is very cramped. As always, there are no decent lighting tools.
Beside her was Miss Miller and another young lady whom Jenkins did not recognize, whom Jenkins believed to be Dolores Kingsley.
"Level 3, same as me."
There are no unnecessary decorations in the room, and the windows are tightly sealed with wooden boards and nails like in the first treacherous world.
In the center of the room is an exaggerated round table with densely packed potted plants. An old man with a beard almost reaching the ground stood by the table, holding an old-fashioned black oil lamp, and looked at the three of them in the dark expressionlessly.
"Miss Miller? So you too..."
cried the young lady in surprise.
Miss Miller narrowed her eyes and said bluntly:
"Julia was concerned about your situation and sent us in here to help you. This is my friend, M. Poirot. Remember, you owe us a great debt this time!"
"I know."
Probably because she was overwhelmed by Miss Miller's powerful aura, she didn't ask about the specific situation of the two, but thanked coyly, and then carefully looked at the strange man beside her from the corner of her eye.
The acquaintance with Miss Miller began with a letter from Mr. Williams she sent. Although it was only a short moment of less than a week, Miss Stuart had long been impressed by this lady's extraordinary conversation and excellent insight. Knowing that she was the gifter at this time, she actually had a feeling of "as expected".
But growing up in the court, she would not trust someone so easily. Although I have a good impression of Miss Miller, after going out, I still have to carefully investigate her identity and background.
Miss Miller asked Miss Kingsley why she entered the strange place again, she could never have come in on her own initiative.
"I was leaning against the wall, waiting for Julia to pick me up, and then suddenly I fell in."
"..."
The three tidied up a bit, and walked towards the old man together.
His dull eyes looked at the three of them in turn, then twisted his body stiffly, pointing to the potted plants on the round table.
"Each person chooses two pots and waters them."
Jenkins took this opportunity to look at the round table with all kinds of strange plants. Only a small part is similar to ordinary flowers and plants, and most of the colors and shapes of the rest are definitely not what normal plants can have.
The three pots placed in the center are particularly eye-catching. One of the pots is simply a branch inserted in the soil, and the other pot has a human head with a mouth and a tongue. The place where the neck should be under the head is a green stem. , the mouth opened to saliva, and Jenkins saw the tufts of black hair in the mouth.
The shape of the last pot is ordinary, but the seven petals are seven different colors. This he knows, the rainbow flower, the blooming flower has the supernatural ability of [Small Efficiency Malicious Wish].
In the blink of an eye, colorful auras filled the entire table.
"There's no kettle here."
Pointing this out, he turned to see Miss Miller picking up Miss Kingsley who had fallen.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't look at the third pot of flowers in the second circle outside on the left hand side."
Miss Miller reminded carefully, "There is something special planted in it, I'm not sure if it's what I think it is."
Jenkins nodded and moved closer to the women. From the corner of the eye, he carefully glanced at the position of the table, and his dense eyeballs hung on the lantern grass-like plants. Although I felt a little nauseous, I had no other discomfort.
"I didn't see the kettle."
He repeated himself again.
"With your blood."
The expressionless old man said this, his cold voice did not seem like a living person at all. Only the train conductor who knows how to ask for bribes can feel human nature among the hostesses of the delusion that have been encountered so far.
What is so special about that guy
"How much water do we need?"
"Until they're done growing."
He answered almost without a pause, and his tone was still as steady as a machine.
Jenkins nodded and looked at Miss Miller and Miss Kingsley.
"What do you think? Also, is it getting colder here?"
"This is normal. The Strange Land is not a refuge. Don't expect to stay here for a long time."
Seeing Miss Kingsley looking hesitantly at the two people who were not nervous, Miss Miller kindly added:
"Although we are all low-level bestowers, we have experienced a strange situation together, so we have some experience. Oh, I am level 2."
The corner of Jenkins' mouth trembled. Although he wanted to complain, he still nodded heavily: "I am also level 2."
"Well, I am also level 2."
Miss Kingsley followed suit.
Although everyone is lying, Jenkins feels that he and Miss Miller probably know Kingsley's true level, and the latter is probably in a state of half-belief.
The first impression of this lady has almost been established, she has qualified prudence and vigilance, but due to the limitation of her strength, she can't do better. That's pretty good for her age, and Jenkins guessed she was about eighteen.
"So are we really going to bleed?"
The young lady asked hesitantly, but didn't dare to look at the table any more.
"The rules of the Paradise must be obeyed, it's just a method. We must do at least two things: drip blood, and let the two pots of plants that drip blood grow."
As Miss Miller spoke, she stretched out her slender fingers and tapped the air. Miss Kingsley looked puzzled, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on her. And Jenkins could see that she was using a large-scale chain ability with [Theory of Mathematics] as the core, and at least six light spots lit up at the same time.
"I have a divination ability."
She explained to Miss Kingsley, and then looked at Jenkins: "How about it, do you come first or I come first?"