After a while, Professor Burns looked more energetic. His age should be younger than Bishop Parode and Oliver's father, so he usually doesn't look like an old man.
"How about traveling?"
He greeted Jenkins with a smile, and the two walked into the tavern side by side. There was still some time before the party started, there was no need to stand and talk in the night wind.
They chose a round wooden table against the wall, and since the professor hadn't had dinner yet, he ordered himself a roasted vegetable dish, which would be nice to have in winter.
Jenkins as usual, a cup of hot tea, because juices are also expensive in winter.
"The trip went smoothly, but I also encountered some interesting things. Do you know the legend of Clement's treasure?"
"I was studying in Beldyran when I was young, and I heard my teacher mention it."
He looked up, realizing what Jenkins meant: "Found it?"
"Yes."
"Oh, sage, why do you always fall in love with this young man?"
He whispered in an opera-like singing voice, and then laughed himself: "This must be very interesting, right? We can talk about it in detail when we have time."
"Yes, oh, I keep your materials and souvenirs at home, and you can go directly to my house after the party."
"Okay, this should be the first time I've visited your home, right? The young people nowadays are amazing. I was still living in the school's faculty dormitory until I was thirty."
Jenkins didn't notice the name of this tavern, but it was probably a common tavern in the city. While some looked suspicious, at least no hapless thief had dared to approach the two men by the wall.
Jenkins also took the opportunity to ask the professor about the moon. He also knew that there was only one blood moon in the sky during that period of history, but he didn't know the story behind it at all.
"We don't need to pursue these things. Those ancient secrets are usually associated with indescribable and terrifying existences. I think the moon will also be related to this. Oh, I remembered something..."
He carefully put down his spoon and motioned for Jenkins to listen. Jenkins immediately pressed his hands to the table and leaned forward.
"I remember that you once asked me whether there is another world besides ours. I recently searched the documents that were difficult to find, and indeed found some interesting information, except for the ones you mentioned In addition to [Magma Hell] [Bone Forest] [Sea of Eternal Calamity], I found another interesting place name in an ancient stone tablet that records stories of different species."
Jenkins' coat was draped over the back of the chair, and the ears of the cat lying on the table shook slightly.
"Bloody Fortress."
He spat out these words carefully, then leaned back and drew the holy emblem on his chest.
"The stone slab is quite damaged. The general story is that the vampires are looking for their ancestral land. I think you may be interested in this story."
"It's really interesting."
Jenkins nodded thoughtfully, "Bloody Fortress" is probably a world owned by a certain master, and it is probably occupied by a specific species just like Magma Hell. And the blood coin in the crime coin most likely corresponds there.
"So, are there really vampires? Are they the same as in the novel?"
he asked again.
Novels related to vampires are very popular in the market now. Half of them are adventure stories of exorcists, which are closer to traditional thrillers;
"Don't believe in that kind of thing. Although the blood-sucking race can be regarded as humanoid, its appearance definitely does not conform to the aesthetics of humans. It is a creature as terrifying as a demon, but what a devil wants is a soul, and what a blood-sucking race wants is blood .”
He waved his hand in boredom, apparently having heard that kind of novel from a student. Although he is open-minded, he also looks down on those guys who write pornographic novels:
"And vampires are not afraid of garlic and silverware. It's true that they hate sunlight, but it's about the same as we hate the smell of garbage dumps. Of course, there is also a very small part of it that is true. For example, their power comes from Blood, there is no shadow in the sun, etc. There are some materials on the second floor of the secret library of the Gate of Vientiane, which are classified in different species."
Jenkins nodded slowly, subconsciously stroking the cat's head. It quickly closed its eyes again, until it realized that Jenkins was just stroking, and then quietly squinted one eye to look at him.
"So, is it possible for a vampire to appear in Nolan City?"
"I can't answer that question for you."
The professor wiped the corner of his mouth with the handkerchief he was carrying: "They don't have the talent of mimicry, so their appearance can easily reveal themselves. If they really appear in the city, they will be discovered immediately, right? Even if you wear a veil when you go out And hats, there will always be times when they are accidentally exposed.”
When the two left the tavern and were about to set off, two drunk men at the entrance of the tavern suddenly started fighting. One of them almost bumped into Professor Burns who was passing by, but was pushed back by the professor with one hand.
Then, the two people who collided fell together like bowling balls.
With the onset of winter, the difficulty of traveling at night becomes more and more difficult. When I came out of the tavern, I found a dark cloud floating from the northern sky. When I could see the abandoned hospital in the distance, there was light snow as expected.
Still turning in from the fence, the feeling of extreme depression surged up again. This is the first time I have brought chocolate here, because I wear thick clothes this season, even if I hide a cat, it is no problem.
Of course, he didn't forget to tell the chocolate, don't make a sound. That Mr. Corpse has always given him a very weird feeling. He has seen many demigod-level bestowers, but whether they are healthy, weak, half-dead or dead, he doesn't feel as good as this. Mr. Corpse is weird.
Coupled with the fact that I learned her views on this place from the huntress last time, the feeling of dread became even deeper.
All the way to find the small building leading to the morgue, after passing through the dilapidated corridor, followed the stairs to the ground. It was still the same, the early givers were leaning against the wall, and the candle in the forbidden room stood alone in the middle of the room.
The professor and Jenkins stood beside the broken hospital bed together, only feeling that the temperature here was too cold. Abandoned hospitals naturally do not have steam pipes, and Jenkins even suspects that the large-scale installation of steam pipes had not yet begun when it was abandoned.
PS: I made a separate leaflet and put it in front of the information about Juggernaut. If you are interested, you can take a look. May contain minimal spoilers, watch with caution,