The conversation with the Keeper didn't end with the Mark of Killing thing, because Jenkins had a very important question, and he finally found the right excuse to bring it up.
First of all, he pretended to remember something, then frowned deliberately, showing that he was hesitating, and finally sighed, expressing his determination:
"Oh, Mr. Smith, I have another question to ask you. During my trip to Beldyran last week, I found a very interesting stele in the Teagle Museum in the capital, but it only had There is a moon. The owner of the museum does not know why this happened, do you understand?"
"oh?"
There was a surprised expression on the old man's face: "There are contraband... I mean, that stele is indeed very interesting. As for your question..."
He hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Jenkins again:
"You also really need to know some secret things before the epoch. Although heavy knowledge will hinder the growth of the soul, how can your soul compare with mortals? But also remember, you must be humble to knowledge, this is the scribe something we have to remember.”
"OK."
He nodded quickly, and drew the holy emblem on his chest. It was just a casual question, but I didn't expect to get an answer.
"First of all, I can tell you very clearly that the number of moons in the sky is definitely not fixed."
"Sure enough!"
He thought excitedly, and noticed that the keeper had a cautious expression on his face, as if he was afraid of something.
"Before the 11th century, there was indeed a full moon in the sky, which is the red moon we see now. It's just that the moon at that time was called a blood moon, which was a symbol of a great..."
A very important word in the middle of this sentence was vaguely confused by the secret keeper, and Jenkins did not pursue it. He knew that there must be a corresponding reason for not telling him now.
"So, the change in the number of moons is what happened during the 11th century."
"Yes, to be more precise, this happened in 1304 in the 11th century. Only the Orthodox Church can find this exact time in the material world."
Jenkins blinked, nodded slowly, and thought in his heart: "So, when I was tracking down the gear germs, the scene I saw happened at least before the 11th century?"
"Then what causes the second moon to rise? Is it related to the great gods, or is it something else?"
"The reason for the blue moon is extremely complicated, and the events involved in it cannot even be heard by mortals below the demigod level. Oh, in fact, even Miss Bevanna only vaguely knows some unimportant details. It must be strictly Keep this a secret, or there is a possibility of some kind of catastrophe happening again."
The keeper shook his head, "It is impossible for me to know in this life, but if you are interested in this matter, you can apply to the Holy See for inquiry permission after level 8, and they will not refuse you."
So much for the talk about the moon, the Keeper finally reminds Jenkins that even the red blood moon was not the first moon in a time farther back, older than the eleventh century. Since the moon can create new ones, it can also be destroyed. Although the keeper did not disclose much, Jenkins can be sure that the original month is definitely not the current two rounds.
But Mr. Smith's explanation only went so far, and then he stopped talking to Jenkins, but closed his eyes and recited the sage's motto to the holy emblem on the gate of Vientiane.
Jenkins has understood the important substantive and metaphorical role of the moon in the world since a long time ago, and by talking with Miss Miller about the chain ability of the three gods, he understands that the world is also constantly changing.
Therefore, changes in the number and color of the moon are expected, but I can't figure out what kind of power can change such an important celestial phenomenon.
With this confusion, he returned to his home, settled the wages with Mrs. Mahart, the housemaid whom he hadn't seen for a week, and then opened his mail while eating dinner.
Today's dinner is simple meat porridge with a few fresh cabbage leaves. It's a luxury enough to be able to eat these in the current season, and he doesn't ask for a lot.
And those letters were delivered to the house from the mailbox by his father when he went to Beldyran.
Put aside the letters from readers, read them again when you are in the mood, this time the number has doubled again. The bill is the first thing to look at. He pulled the candlestick on the dining table closer and looked at the extra taxes. The small black numbers scratched his heart like a knife.
"I remember that after becoming a baron, the taxes and fees can be lowered."
He said to himself, stroked the cat lying quietly beside him, and calculated in his mind how much money he could save every month.
Although there will be a considerable amount of cash to be inherited, the good habit of frugality cannot be lost.
After spending another half an hour checking the progress list sent by the executors of Mr. Augustus's estate and replying to them one by one, I picked up the last letter.
The letter was from the Shire, and the sender was, of course, old Jack. I don't know what the letter paper was originally used for, but I could smell the pungent herbal smell through the envelope.
Chocolate couldn't take it anymore, and fled to the living room early, lying in front of the fireplace, not knowing what to do.
In the first half of the letter, there are still topics about apprentices, while the latter part is quite serious entrustment.
The thing is like this, Old Jack, as a rare talent in this era who can configure potions, occasionally takes on some "private jobs" besides the work of the church.
This is understandable, after all, it is also the job of field civilians like Jenkins, Dad, and Old Jack to keep in touch with illegal benefactors.
Around the end of last month, a letter from an old customer in the southern part of Cheslan Kingdom claimed to have obtained a very rare extraordinary plant. Old Jack has long sought this plant, which can be used to craft an extremely useful potion.
However, at least two pharmacists are required to cooperate with each other to make the potion. Although Old Jack knows other colleagues, he is very worried that those people will also become greedy because of the potion.
In his words in the letter:
"For the gifter, this potion is like a giant dragon seeing an elegant and beautiful silver dragon lying in an active volcano..."
Although this description is a bit vulgar, it also made Jenkins understand how precious the potion he did not disclose the name of.