Jenkins shrugged, "It doesn't matter. Although I have always respected women and advocated women first, in this case, I will come first."
As he spoke, Miss Miller pointed to the left with her finger in a position that only the two of them could see, then drew three more circles, and finally compared a number 1.
"M. Poirot..."
It took several seconds for Jenkins to realize that Miss Kingsley was calling him.
"It doesn't matter, since it's here to rescue you, then you must not be allowed to take risks."
He touched his nose to hide his discomfort at what he said.
"I'll choose that pot, yes, it's the first pot in the third outer circle on the left, can you help me get it?"
The old man turned an angle with the oil lamp, but he didn't move, just allowing the light to focus on the potted flower Jenkins had chosen.
"May I?"
he asked again.
The old man just looked at him like that, until Jenkins felt the hairs on his back.
"This time the strange situation is not that simple, I am afraid it also contains a certain nature of fighting."
Miss Miller reminded.
Jenkins almost understood it. He guessed that the closer the plants are to the inner side, the easier it is to be watered and grown by blood, but to obtain them, they must be affected by the plants that are not easy to grow on the outer side.
If it is in the material world, he has plenty of ways to kill these strange-shaped things, but the rule here is that an ability can only be used once, and...
Looking at Miss Kingsley from the corner of her eye, she stood behind Miss Miller worriedly like a small animal.
"Also beware of her, I have no idea who this is, be careful... No, I don't only have abilities."
He suddenly realized that the blazing flame immediately rose up and wrapped his right arm in it.
Slowly leaning out to grab the flower pot selected by Miss Miller, the surrounding plants moved as expected. Green vines emerged from the soil like snakes and crawled towards Jenkins. The fine powder was sprayed out by the plants and diffused into the air. The leaves shot out like flying knives. Some plants even crawled out of pots whole, like mutations. The green animal jumped at him.
But the nature of plants that are afraid of fire cannot be easily changed. The flames rising around the arms easily resisted the first wave of attacks. When the right hand grasped the flower pot, only some fine powder was attached to the clothes.
Grasping the potted plant and retreating quickly, there was a soft bang, and a black vine popped up from the left side, instantly breaking through the flames and wrapping around his arm.
He frowned, swung his left fist and hit the vine, and the frost quickly spread to both sides. The pulling force of the right arm was a little lighter, and the strange potted plant was finally taken out with a sudden force.
"do not come!"
He said to the two women, frowning as he watched the sleeve of his right arm corrode. It seems that Miss Magic has really made the "projection" to the extreme, but I don't know if the dress is also in a state of corrosion after returning to Nolan.
He quickly took out the knife from his pocket with his left hand, cut off the sleeve and threw it on the ground. After a bang, it was quickly corroded into a pool of yellow-brown bubbles.
"Are you okay?"
asked Miss Miller.
"It's okay, you have to be careful later, it's best to hold your breath, those invisible powders are really powerful."
The flowers chosen by Jenkins at least look like flowers compared to other grotesque plants. It's just that the stems, branches, leaves, and petals are all ice blue, and the hand holding the flowerpot can easily feel the cold.
Speaking of cold, the temperature here seems to be getting lower and lower.
"This seems to be a non-freezing flower. Throwing the petals of this flower in the water can ensure that a large area of water will not freeze within two years. But it does not seem to need blood to grow."
Miss Kingsley said uncertainly.
"It is indeed an unfrozen flower. This should be a special rule of this strange world."
Miss Miller said, nodding to Jenkins. The latter squatted down cautiously and placed the flowerpot on the ground, looked up at the old man who was holding an oil lamp to illuminate him, and then put his right arm, which was completely exposed without a sleeve, on the flowerpot.
Avoiding the artery, he cut a small opening on the arm with the knife just now, and the blood soon seeped out from the white flesh.
And when the first drops of blood fell on the tightly closed buds, the whole plant shook. A few seconds later, before the second drop of blood slipped down, the plant slowly rose two inches, and 9 buds bloomed at the same time, displaying the ice-blue strange flowers in front of the three of them.
The shape of the flower is similar to a rhombus. If you look closely, you can see that the transparent light blue veins transport the light red nutrients inside the leaves.
"So simple?"
This is completely different from Jenkins' guess. He originally thought that the two potted flowers would cost at least half their lives.
Looking back, Miss Miller was equally puzzled.
"Maybe the difficulty is just getting the flowers."
Miss Kingsley guessed cautiously.
"Impossible, this violates the original intention of the paradox."
Miss Miller shook her head, and then asked the old man: "Is this all right?"
"Can."
The old man's voice was extremely low.
"Do you need to put it back?"
"It belongs to you."
Jenkins once again realized that high risk means high return, and the high risk of this paradox has increased the return.
It was Miss Miller's turn, she didn't ask any more questions, but stretched her right hand towards the round table like Jenkins did.
Her movements were much cleaner, with fine characters spinning around her arms, and no attack fell on her.
"Eternal Sleep Grass, the main material of a powerful sleeping agent. It is taken directly without processing, which is equivalent to ordinary sleeping pills. It was often used as an anesthetic in ancient times."
She gave a brief introduction, then took Jenkins' knife, and cut lightly on the white wrist. The blood drips, and nothing changes in the plant.
"Hmph, sure enough."
Glancing at Jenkins, both of them still remembered the huge vitality absorbed by Jenkins' body when they were at Ponton Winery. That's probably why Jenkins' blood works so well.
Press hard on the wrist to squeeze out more blood. This process didn't last very long, and when the green shoots broke through the ground and grew vigorously, there was no uncomfortable expression on her face.
After standing up, tore off the fabric of the clothes and pressed the wound to stop the bleeding, and the two looked at Miss Kingsley together.
She nodded, knowing that the two of them tried it out for themselves first, which was already the limit of what they could do. She didn't think they would take a pot of flowers for her.
Although she is a princess, she is also a qualified gifter.