"Is it Mr. Black Cat?"
"He also called you Mr. Black Cat?"
Jenkins stood behind him and asked in a low voice.
"Names mean nothing to me."
Mr. Black Cat also lowered his voice to explain, but the owner of the room has better hearing.
"I heard a second voice, is it your friend?"
The voice is deep and elegant, but the pronunciation is very strange, and the people inside are probably not very used to using the common language. But in Jenkins' imagination, it should be a middle-aged man with glasses and a charming smile.
"Yes, I'm sorry for coming without saying hello, my friend is also here unfortunately. His name is..."
"Hercule Poirot."
This is Mr. Writer's trumpet.
"Come in, Mr. Black Cat, M. Poirot."
Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat glanced at each other. The latter turned the doorknob lightly, and the two walked in one after the other.
Sitting in front of the fireplace holding a book was a young man with smooth blond hair. His appearance was unusually handsome, his skin was as white as milk, and his blue pupils reflected the firelight in the fireplace.
The curtains were not closed, and the sunlight poured in from the window, making the blond hair seem to be shining. But the most eye-catching thing is the pair of beautiful pointed ears.
"Elf?"
Jenkins was surprised.
"Hello, please sit down."
The young elf put down the book in his hand, smiled and nodded at the two of them. But when his eyes moved to Jenkins, he stopped abruptly and stood up immediately.
"Excuse me, is there something wrong with my clothes?"
Jenkins also noticed something wrong with his eyes.
"No, nothing..."
Even so, his eyes were fixed on Jenkins. Jenkins gestured to Mr. Black Cat to say something with his eyes, and the latter didn't understand what happened.
"Mr. Salamanda, this..."
"it's okay no problem."
Only then did he realize that his behavior was impolite, and he lifted the hand that was holding the back of the chair and pinched his cheek, "Let's sit down and talk."
This is the first alien creature that Jenkins has seen that can communicate since he came to this crazy world. He knew a certain past history of this world, just as he imagined, it was the world of sword and magic.
Giant dragons and phoenixes soar in the sky, dwarves wield shovels to develop underground, adventure teams of various races run around for rewards, and occasionally solve conspiracies that threaten the entire world.
He has never felt that those ancient histories are so close to him;
He has never felt that the fantasy world in his memory is so close to him.
The two somewhat chaotic feelings came from the memories of two different people. For a moment, Jenkins even felt a little dizzy. But he recovered quickly, because he always knew who he really was and what he was looking for.
"Has this M. Poirot also come here recently?"
"Yes, he is my friend in this city, very strong and reliable."
Mr. Black Cat introduced it this way, this is the true feeling Mr. Candle gave him.
"I don't think Poirot is his real surname?"
"Oh, this is normal. In the age we live in, it is necessary to avoid some troubles from the Orthodox Church."
"I see."
The elf nodded slightly, with a sure-fire expression on his face. But Jenkins always felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something very important.
Chocolate squatted quietly on the handle of the chair where Jenkins was sitting, maintaining the image of a well-behaved and cute cat.
As expected by Jenkins, this Mr. Elf with a four-digit age is indeed not an intelligent creature born in the material world.
He hadn't mentioned his past to Mr. Black Cat in the past, but today he seemed to have a lot of sex and revealed some secret things.
According to the elf Salamanda, the world he was born in is called [Flower Forest], the whole world is a whole forest, and the main population of the world is also elves.
More things are not unwilling to say, but unable to say. When talking about this matter, he cautiously pointed to the sky:
"Even though we live in a similarly fragmented world, certain rules have to be followed."
But Salamanda entered here, also through the old bookstores that only appear in the material world. According to him, at that time, he appeared directly in the old bookstore in 1083 because he mistakenly triggered a space transfer ceremony, so he came here.
"So, have you tried to leave? I think the long-lived race should have more knowledge of mysticism."
"No, please don't use honorifics. Considering the age of elves, I can barely be considered a young man."
He shook his head, but he looked carefully at the shape of Jenkins' face and ears:
"I also thought about the method. About 300 years ago... Sorry, the concept of time here is not very strong. At that time, a group of human bestowers who were close to madness attacked the bookstore and killed the owner of the old bookstore. "
"They succeeded?"
Both Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat were surprised.
"Yes, it worked."
Salamanda affirmed, and moved her eyes to the chocolate squatting next to Jenkins. She didn't find anything unusual and stopped caring:
"Their actions just prove that the owner of the bookstore is really just an ordinary person, and he will be brought back to life. Whether he can go out has nothing to do with this person."
Jenkins marvels along with Mr. Black Cat.
"Of course, those people didn't have to pay a price for doing this. In the few days after that incident, the higher life forms hunting here captured all of them, and I think they should be dead. After that, None of us ever tried…”
After saying this, he said meaningfully:
"I think, you, ahem, you should be able to think of something."
This sentence is not wrong, because Jenkins really had a bold idea just now.
He hesitated for a moment, stroked the fur on Chocolate's neck, it squinted its eyes and meowed softly.
"I do have some ideas. Excuse me, over the years, haven't the people here tried to resist the hunters coming from the sky?"
"Of course, every time a hunter arrives, those who are still alive, I mean intelligent creatures that are still alive physically and mentally, will unite to deal with those indescribable higher creatures."
"I think, no matter how big the gap between the two sides is, after a long period of time, it's not like they haven't won once?"
Jenkins was excited.