But fortunately, Jenkins is the kind of person who hates life changes. At least until Nolan City is completely destroyed, he will never have the idea of moving elsewhere.
The women who bought the medicine didn't speak, and covered their faces with hoods or other clothing, but just took out rolled up banknotes and exchanged glass bottles from Jenkins. However, according to the physical characteristics when walking and the faint scent of perfume on the body, it can be judged that they are all rich noble girls and ladies.
In fact, if you can afford this thing, it is impossible for you to have no money.
In this one transaction, 23 bottles were sold, which is about the size of a small house in downtown Nolan in one night. After handing over the last bottle of potion, he stood still and waited for the women to leave before pacing down the street.
"What the hell am I doing~"
I couldn't help sighing in my heart. I was still fighting the cultists for the peace of the city a few days ago, but in a blink of an eye, I became a businessman selling contraband at night.
"Forget it, you can take it if you have the money."
If there's one thing that's still haunting Jenkins after last week's big event, it's the last man who tried to attack him with a pistol.
The church investigated the identity of the corpse while Jenkins was in a coma, and even invited Miss Audrey to perform a divination on the corpse. Very surprisingly, there was no clue at all.
This person seemed to appear out of thin air, no trace of him could be found in the local area, the divination was blocked by a strange force, and he tried to psychic but could not find his soul.
But at least the church is sure that he is not a New God believer, nor is he part of any illegal organization that has been active in the area recently. The Keeper seems to have found some strange marks on the body, but the exact circumstances are unclear.
Wednesday was supposed to attend Miss Bevanna's fighting class, but in order to attend Mr. Hood's party in time, Jenkins could only excuse being too tired, so the class was rescheduled to Thursday.
The training place for the two was in a training ground underground of the church, and the place was eerily empty. Since Miss Bevanna wanted to use it, no one dared to go down during the period.
The first lesson of training started with a physical fitness test, which did not trouble Jenkins. In fact, although I still don't know the specific function of [Undead], after waking up that day, I clearly felt that my body was growing stronger.
In order to arrange the next training session, the physical fitness test lasted all night, and it was not until early in the morning that Miss Bevanna announced the end of the first session.
At the last moment, she found two cushions and taught Jenkins a strange dance-like movement.
This set of movements does not require the body to assume a posture that violates the functions of the human body, but every time it is repeated, one can clearly feel the fatigue coming from all parts of the body.
Miss Bevanna did the whole thing very smoothly, and after Jenkins repeated it all by himself, he was out of breath, as if he had just wrestled with chocolate over the bath.
"Sorry what is this?"
he asked, lying on the cushion, not wanting to sit up at all.
"At least before the 13th era, all kinds of powerful alien creatures were still active in the material world. The bestowers relied on their abilities, while ordinary people also had their own methods. Some ancient families still passed on some fighting skills, but in fact they are all Rely on extraordinary potions and long-term training to exert the body's ability to the limit."
"I've never heard of any of these things, and Dad never talked about them."
"Of course."
Miss Bevanna reached out to Jenkins and pulled him up:
"No matter how powerful ordinary people are, they are just ordinary people. Coupled with some inconvenient things to say, most of these ancient technologies have been lost. The set I taught you is also missing. It was established by my mother's family. Passed down, I think this set of movements, now I should be the only one who can master it."
While speaking, he inadvertently revealed some loneliness.
Wake up the cat lying on the side, and the two walked up the stone steps side by side. As soon as I came to the corridor, I heard a noise coming from the front.
"It's all a dream... wake up quickly... hahahaha~"
The sound was getting closer, and when they turned the corner, they saw Captain Bincy and several team members holding down a middle-aged man wriggling wildly on the ground.
He is slightly fat, with a protruding belly, and he wears a brown vest with silver buttons. He looks a bit like Mr. Bro, a bookseller. From Jenkins' point of view, this should be a middle-class gentleman with a wealthy life and a successful career, or even an upper-class gentleman.
"What's going on here?"
Miss Bevanna frowned and asked, this is a church, loud noise is absolutely forbidden. Pressing down with the right hand, the noisy sound disappeared immediately.
"Feel sorry."
Captain Bincy asked the players to control him, bowed his legs and apologized:
"It's our team's night patrol today. We found him at the intersection of Hamster Lane and Second Steam Avenue. I think it should be A-12-02-4099, so I brought him back."
"Go to the keeper, and be careful not to let him talk again."
"OK."
He waved his hand and escorted the middle-aged man away.
Jenkins looked back at them with a surprised expression. The middle-aged man did have a black aura.
"A-12-02-4099, Dream of the Old Gods."
Without waiting for Jenkins to ask questions, Miss Bevanna took the initiative to introduce. The two did not continue to walk, but leaned on the railing of the courtyard corridor and looked at the twin moons in the sky:
"This is a weird thing that can be transmitted through the information itself, so it's normal for you not to understand it. It is an extremely weird phenomenon. In fact, even among all the weird things that have been numbered and recorded by the Orthodox Church, it is the most Strange."
"Can you explain it carefully?"
Jenkins asked tentatively. Chocolate, who was asleep, opened his left eye to look in the direction where the group of people disappeared, and then closed his eyes in peace. .
"Oh, of course, you should also know some information about this. After all, the blessings of the sages have been protecting you. This is a phenomenon without any symptoms, but it only affects humans. They claim that they suddenly realized that we This world is unreal, and the dream of a great ancient god is the whole of this world. The moment the ancient god wakes up, the world will collapse, and the only way to escape the fate of destruction is to believe in that ancient god."
Shaking his head with a smile, he added:
"They firmly believe in this and tell others what they think. And the human beings who hear their dictation also have a very low chance of believing and being infected with [Dream of the Ancient Gods]."
Jenkins nodded and smacked his lips:
"Then what is the name of the dreaming god they are talking about?"