As the time spent in the treacherous realm increases, the temperature changes more violently.
Miss Dolores Stuart took a deep breath, and a figure appeared vaguely from behind. It was a warrior holding a bow. His body was transparent, and his body was wrapped in a light blue ice armor. The looming runes flashed on the armor.
The warrior walked forward to the table, flexibly stretching out his hand without the bow. It successfully obtained a flower pot near the center of the round table, but at the cost of its body being completely broken, crushed into ice chips by crazy vines.
If it wasn't for Jenkins' quick reaction to catch the falling flower pot in time, then Miss Kingsley might have done useless work.
However, Jenkins always felt that he had seen the image of the archer somewhere.
"That's right, the Frozen Archer's Chess, this gift is introduced in the information! But isn't the chess piece returned to the Stuart family? This thing can also be loaned out?"
He handed the pot to Miss Kingsley, who murmured thanks. Turning her head to look at Miss Miller again, she smiled and winked at Jenkins, not knowing what it meant.
"This is dragon's blood grass, a plant that can only grow when watered with dragon's blood with a purity of more than 83.2%, and its value is higher than that of dragon's blood with the same purity."
Like a plant encyclopedia, she recognized what it was again.
Miss Kingsley cut Bai Nen's wrist according to what the two of them did just now. But her bloodletting time was much longer than the previous two. When she stood up again, her face was pale and terrible, and she almost didn't stand still.
Jenkins and Miss Miller couldn't help her in this process, because the old man's clear request was to water two pots of flowers each.
"I'm a little dizzy, just take a rest."
She said so, but the whole person had to rely on Miss Miller's support to stand still. No matter how you look at it, it's all blood loss.
Miss Miller hurriedly stopped the bleeding for her, while Jenkins took off the coat without the right sleeve and put it on her body. He glanced at the old man again, and stretched out his left arm with flames again.
The target this time was still selected according to Miss Miller's instructions, and the specific process was similar to last time.
The change in temperature was very obvious. Miss Kingsley, who had lost a lot of blood, was still shivering even though she added an extra dress.
Jenkins and Miss Miller still bleed like they did in the first round. A drop of blood from the former caused the ghost sparks to ignite a strange blue flame, while the latter lost a little more blood, but it didn't seem to be a serious problem.
This strange situation is not very difficult for Jenkins and the high-level gifter Miss Miller, who are suspected of cheating, but it is a bit difficult for their companions.
"I'm fine."
Probably because of some kind of restriction, she didn't summon the ice archer again, but reached for the flower pot like the two just now.
The sleeves were quickly shredded by various attacks, and the weak arms inside quickly turned into ice. But even so, the violent attack nearly shattered the arm, and she had to pull back.
Biting her lip and wanting to try again, Miss Miller pressed her arm:
"Dolores, that's all right, you've done well."
Her tone was gentle and slow, and Miss Kingsley's eyes suddenly turned red for some reason.
"Leave it to us."
Although she was shorter than Miss Kingsley, Miss Miller looked more like a mature adult at the moment.
Jenkins felt that this scene was even weirder than the ugly plants on the table, but he was wise not to point it out.
Then Miss Miller and Jenkins cooperated and took out the ordinary plant in the center of the table. The price for doing this was that Jenkins lost all his sleeves, and his arm was bloodstained by a flying leaf. But thanks to this bloodstain, the remaining plants were eager to fight for the dripping blood, so the two were able to take out the flower pot smoothly.
The restriction that one ability can only be used once made the last operation almost fail, but luck is still on Jenkins' side this time.
"The flower of the spirit, after swallowing it, directly increases the capacity of the spirit. Ordinary people with talents will transform into gifters, and ordinary people without talents will eat up their stomachs."
While introducing, Miss Miller looked at Miss Kingsley worriedly.
The girl smiled miserably at the two of them, and took the knife to re-open the wound.
This time it was Jenkins who stopped her.
"There is no certain death in the strange world, but if you still want to water it with blood, then you will die."
"But M. Poirot..."
"Please listen to me."
He took off the thermal cotton vest again and handed it to the girl, "Although Miss Miller and I are at the same level as you."
She blushed a bit, but she didn't stop talking.
"But our luck is much worse, and we have experienced many strange situations. This time the strange situation may seem dangerous, but it is more common than previous encounters."
Having said that, he glanced at the old man cautiously, seeing that he was still expressionless and not angry, he continued:
"Recent events have made me understand that mortals are mortal, but death has no value. If you die here, you must be worthless."
"But… "
The man interrupted her again forcefully:
"The qualifier of the rules is that you have to bleed, it has to grow."
Miss Miller also cooperated with Jenkins to play the double reed. The two experienced many strange situations, and they already knew what to do:
"Hercule is right. There is no necessary relationship between the two. As long as our blood does not participate, it will not violate the rules. You only need to drop a drop of blood here."
After finishing speaking, Jenkins and Miss Miller each grabbed Miss Kingsley's arm, and the other made bleeding from the unhealed wound just now. Kingsley was played by the two like a doll, but he didn't show any grievance or reluctance, and even wanted to cry.
"actually… "
Miss Miller stretched out her right hand and put it on the flower pot, and a rich green light oozes from her palm. This is her newly mastered ability [Promoting Birth]:
"My ability is not systematic. In addition to making a living as a detective, I also worked as a gardener for a while."
"Yes, me too."
Jenkins also stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the other side of the flower pot. The spirit of life formed by [Healing Breath] was more prominent in this strange environment.
The flower in the flower pot grew slowly and firmly, five flower buds stretched out, and then tender pink buds bloomed, but the final flower was black.
It is a particularly eye-catching black, as if it is a black hole, and the moment you stare at the petals, you will feel fascinated and trapped in it.
There was some wind movement in the dull, dark house. Turning around, a white light door appeared between the two sealed windows.