Although it is underground, there is still enough oxygen, but it is a little cold. People have to keep walking to ensure that their feet will not be numb from the cold, and they don't know how chocolate just stood on the ground.
"Perhaps some dangerous item that has been lost, like... A-12-1-0044, the Revenant's Skeleton Sword?"
Jenkins guessed, Mr. Gilbert shook his head with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder:
"I didn't expect you to know this, but it's definitely not. Please rest assured. Oh, the things here have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to worry about it. At least until you are 30 years old and you reach level 5, what you need to pay attention to The matter is limited to Nolan parish. And, we are not without gains... "
The logistics team is responsible for carrying food, drinking water, ritual materials and other items. One of the black leather bags is the most strictly kept, and inside are three black masks.
"Two are yours, and the rest are stored in the church. Do you come first or I come first?"
He made a gesture of please.
Jenkins looked at the mask, then at the rock face, probably a few hundred feet away.
"You come first."
Mr. Gilbert chose the bronze box with the pattern of falling feathers on the side. He held the mask in his hand, and with the effect of his ability, it slowly floated across the abyss, and it fit into the dent.
With the harsh sound of metal rubbing, the side inlaid with the mask slowly opened downward, and Jenkins' light ball quickly approached.
There is a figurine in the box, but this statement is not quite correct, because ordinary people do not have wings, and it is impossible to show such a fierce expression on the face.
The figurine has a red aura in Jenkins' eyes, and he can't see anything until the box is opened.
"It's not that the ability of the eyes is defective, but that my own level is too low."
He fully believed in his golden finger.
"It's supposed to be some kind of elf figurine..."
Mr. Gilbert said, waving his hand and using an invisible force to make the statue float across the abyss into his hands, "Mr. Williamette, do you need me to explain what an elf is?"
"Oh no, I think I'm pretty clear..."
Although the treasure elf he had encountered was just a phenomenon, Jenkins had always suspected that its prototype was some unknown subspecies of elf.
Since the mask held by Gilbert belongs to the church, then this statue naturally belongs to the church. Jenkins' mask belongs to him, and in his capacity, no one will force him to hand it over.
In the end, he still couldn't figure out a way to accurately throw the mask over the abyss, so he had to ask Mr. Gilbert for help.
He had already had an idea, and he still remembered Miss Audrey's three card divinations before leaving Nolan, and the results were "black mask", "right crown" and "right eclipse". To the first two.
"I want to see what's in that box with the crescent moon."
The mask floated across the abyss again, and after the same process, a copper-yellow oil lamp emerged from the box.
"Yellow aura! It's a spell item!"
As for which bronze box to open for the last mask, Jenkins thought for a long time and decided to let his cat choose. It looked very happy, and the box chosen by the cat was a sealed empty bottle.
He originally thought that the bottle itself was a special item, but it didn't have the slightest aura, and it was empty after opening it. Even tried pouring it down, but nothing came out either. Therefore, Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Gilbert could only think that some special potions were originally kept inside, but all of them had been leaked due to the long time.
The bottle was thrown to Chocolate by Jenkins. Although this kind of thing is considered an antique, its ordinary style is not very valuable. Since it was chosen by my cat, it naturally belongs to it.
Chocolate pushed the bottle to the edge of the cliff with his paws, looked back, saw that Mr. Writer's attention was still on the remaining bronze box, he carefully fiddled with the cork, and aimed his small mouth at the mouth of the bottle.
There is a clear swallowing action in the throat, but no material is seen flowing in the narrow space between the cat's mouth and the mouth of the bottle. But if you observe more carefully, you can find that the air has a wonderful optical effect in a few moments. It's a pity that the cat's body blocked everyone's view, and Jenkins only saw the last picture of its little paws kicking the bottle into the abyss.
"Meow~"
Seeing that Jenkins was a little angry, Chocolate wagged his tail and strolled to his feet, looking up at Jenkins' eyes. Because of the angle, the cat's eyes looked extraordinarily large. Jenkins waited for it for dozens of seconds, sighed and didn't blame it.
This matter has developed to such a point that it has little to do with Jenkins. As Mr. Gilbert said, his focus is still on Nolan.
And the escaped Mr. Alexander, the birth of the missing dagger, or the truth under the abyss, the mysterious thief, all of these will take a long time to track down and investigate.
"Maybe one day in the future, the results of these things will be heard from my father or Miss Bevanna, but it will definitely not involve me..."
After returning to the ground, the sun had completely set. And the next day was the day to get up and return to Nolan City, so Jenkins didn't choose to go out again, but spent his time reading.
In the early morning of Monday, several gentlemen and ladies acquainted in the Holy See came to see Jenkins off. The train he was on would not necessarily leave on time at eleven o'clock in the morning, so there was still time to say goodbye to the friends he just met in the morning.
The first stop was naturally to visit Miss Windsor and thank her for inviting her to the ball. Although some unpleasant things happened at the ball, the aristocratic girl was still a friend she could make.
The Duke of Windsor has his own manor on the outskirts of Beldyland, not far from the buildings of the Holy See, where Miss Windsor received him.
The temperature in the second half of November is already very low, even in the morning, the fireplace must be lit in the reception room to keep warm. The drawing-room, rich as it was furnished and large in size, was, in Jenkins' opinion, inferior to the one in the house which Miss Stuart had lent to Miss Miller.
"Baron William, are you ready to return to Nolan City so soon? I think half a week is not enough for you to fully understand the city."
A woman is sitting on a chair, just now she is reading a newspaper.