"The ritual is very easy to use, far beyond my expectations. The current use effect seems to be much better than what I described. To use a metaphor, the effect I know is like a pebble, and the effect after you restore it is ours. The three-story well-decorated building next to me."
"Of course."
Miss Magic's tone was a little smug: "I searched for some information, only to find that the ceremony was created based on the God's Descending ceremony in the 14th era. But I happen to know a little about it, so I can achieve better results."
"God descending ceremony?"
As he asked, he felt that the current effect seemed to be really similar to the projection of a god.
"Yes, although the great gods can choose the time and space of their descent at will, their power cannot be imagined by mortals. But in very ancient times, it was far more difficult for gods to come to the material world than it is now. As for the reason, I don't know. "
She cleared her throat and said again:
"Looking through the records of the Orthodox Church about gods and saints, we can also find some clues. The initial divine descent requires a mortal body to be at least level 8, and has three sets of very complicated chaining abilities. These three sets of chaining abilities It has long been lost because it is not practical. But one theory is that mastering them at the same time in the modern era can allow the gods to descend directly without using any ritual assistance."
"What chain ability?"
Jenkins loves to hear these interesting rumors.
"Mr. Candle, you are very lucky. I happen to know the names of two of them: [Energy Body] and [My God Is Here]!"
Hearing the familiar phrase, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression changed immediately.
He didn't even notice when Miss Magic left, he just kept thinking about where she got the chain ability traded from Hathaway.
That deal was one of Jenkins' few loss-making businesses, so the memory is very deep. If it was other abilities, he would not behave like this, but it is no joke when it comes to gods.
"Where the hell did she get that chain?"
With such doubts, he hurriedly left from the other side of the alley.
There is still one thing to do tonight, so I changed my appearance several times in a row, and at the same time put the cat in my arms to let it rest for a while.
It is almost one o'clock in the morning, and only the patrolling police are still strolling on the street. There are no lights in the city, only the biting cold wind blowing through the alleys makes strange sounds.
Tonight was the delivery time for [Witch's Kiss]. Since the three ashes could not be sold, he now planned to use the money from selling the medicine for future travel. Although the church has arranged for his board and lodging, he cannot be reimbursed for purchasing souvenirs.
I don't know who the buyers Ms. Miller contacted are who actually agreed to deliver the goods so late. The location of the transaction is also in the city, which is a large warehouse near the dock area. In the month before the freeze period began, a large amount of goods were shipped out by sea, leaving many warehouses idle.
Fortunately, it was not far from St. George's Street, so I could go home quickly after the transaction closed.
When walking on the main road, I thought that the night of Nolan in early winter was unusually quiet, but after getting into the alley, I realized that there were quite a lot of messy people.
In addition to drunken drunkards, some shady secret meetings, private meetings, and transactions of contraband all took place at this time. Jenkins even accidentally interrupted the conversation of the two benefactors, but fortunately he ran faster.
Coming out of the alley, the cold wind howled through the street. The row of low warehouses could be seen from a distance, and the man leaned his back against the brick wall and took out his lady's pocket watch.
"There is still half an hour, it's too early..."
For transactions with strangers, Jenkins will never show up early. Out of a cautious attitude, he walked around the warehouse, and even let the chocolate out to see if there was anyone on the roof.
It can be seen that chocolate is on the verge of getting angry, and this is the time for it to sleep. There's reason to believe that if he's not home within an hour, Jenkins will need to wrestle with Cat's Paw.
After going around in a circle and returning to the alley, unexpectedly there was a black and thin young man standing against the wall. He was hunched over not knowing what to do there, but like Jenkins, he was surprised that someone had suddenly appeared.
"Ordinary people."
This made Jenkins relax a bit.
"Hi~"
The young man greeted embarrassingly, holding a sparkling cigarette in his right hand, and waved a rough cigarette case in his left hand at Jenkins: "Sir, do you want a cigarette? This is a good product, and it costs a pound elsewhere." Only then can I exchange Wusi, it’s cheaper here.”
While talking happily, a puff of yellowish smoke was blown out of his mouth.
Jenkins frowned, and after the crisp sound of the safety catch being pulled, he raised the pistol:
"roll!"
"Oh, don't shoot!"
The black and thin young man threw away the cigarette and cigarette case in his hand, and even pulled out an afterimage when he raised his hands high: "Sir, just say what you want, don't shoot!"
"roll!"
He repeated impatiently.
The young man with his hands up laughed and backed up step by step, and when he finally reached the alley, he twisted his body violently and fled to the other side of the street.
"There's something for everyone."
Thinking in his heart, Jenkins took a step forward and stamped out the burning cigarette butt with the sole of his boot: "I really have no sense of public morality, what should I do if it causes a fire?"
He turned around and wanted to leave, but stopped, and squatted down to pick up the cigarette case. After pulling it apart, five white cigarettes lying quietly appeared in the moonlight.
The color of the cigarette paper is really pure white, which can even be compared with the document paper used in church offices.
He hesitated for a moment, and a flame burned in his hand to burn all these things. Although they were valuable, Jenkins did not need to be a cigarette dealer. There were many ways for him to earn gold pounds.
After standing in the cold wind for another 20 minutes, I walked into the warehouse against the clock. Most of the traders also thought of Jenkins, seven or eight women arrived within two minutes of him.
Yes, the traders are all women, among them there are two benefactors, and the rest are all ordinary people.
When Miss Miller contacted the buyer, she had already negotiated the price. A small bottle of about half a pint (about 284.13 ml) costs £20. How many times the specific profit has doubled Jenkins is too lazy to calculate, and this price even made him think about moving to Shire City for real.