Of course, Che Jenkins didn't notice when the cat ate.
After picking up the Blasphemy Seeds, he looked at the box lying there quietly with vigilance. Now I didn't have the guts to touch it, so I reached out and took the poker hanging by the fireplace in my hand, squatted aside and stretched out to poke it.
Quickly moved back a body position, but luckily nothing happened.
At this time, both Elf and Mr. Black Cat had almost recovered. The former walked carefully to Jenkins, while the latter was still standing on the other side of the room, apparently determined not to come.
"It should be fine, right?"
Jenkins muttered softly, took the black poker and poked it again, seeing that there was no movement, he turned it over completely to the front again.
Salamanda and Jenkins looked at the glass panel together, and the double-headed snake was still lying quietly inside, as if nothing had happened.
"Should be all right?"
Jenkins was very worried that his actions just now would cause damage to the device that sealed the double-headed snake Helfis. He has no divinity now, and if the snake escapes, everyone will be finished.
"The lock is not damaged, and the seal is not cracked."
The elf carefully picked up the box and flipped through it for a while before reaching this conclusion.
"That's good, that's all. I'm going to find the owner of the second-hand bookstore now, shall we go together?"
Chocolate sat at Jenkins' feet contentedly, rubbing his face against the bottom of his trousers.
According to the time of the pocket watch, it was about nine o'clock at night, but in this strange world where time stood still, the sun was still hanging in the sky as it was when Jenkins entered.
The two, a cat and an elf, walked together in the empty city. Although according to Salamanda, there are at least three digits of living people living here, they didn't meet any of them.
The owner of the second-hand bookstore still looked sleepy, and when he opened the door and entered, the first person to greet him was still the parrot with green feathers.
"Welcome, oh, sorry, I seem to have fallen asleep again."
"It's okay, I'm here to trade..."
Jenkins walked through the bookshelves first and walked to the counter. The elf followed behind him with a smile that never failed. Mr. Black Cat was still hesitating, but seeing that his companions were so courageous, he also quickened his pace to follow.
"Sin coins?"
"The seed of blasphemy."
He slapped the small green coin that was sweating in the palm of his hand on the table, and the boss's eyes lit up immediately.
"I knew it. You must be a generous guest. Please sit down. What drinks do you three want? Is green tea okay?"
The hospitality he showed was exaggerated, but the three of them were not in the mood to drink tea at this time.
"We can take the tea away, but now please carry out the transaction we mentioned last time. What's going on here?"
The left hand rests on the table of the counter, and the two fingers of the right hand hold the coin and hit the table with the edge continuously, making a regular sound.
"Of course, but the price is more expensive... at least this amount!"
He spread his right palm towards Jenkins.
"Five? Yes."
He was fortunate that he had good luck with himself, not only happened to be enough, but also had a surplus.
"No, no, it's fifty."
The smile froze on Jenkins' face.
Since there is currency, currency can be used to measure the value of something. He didn't doubt that the owner of the second-hand bookstore wanted to make a fortune, because according to his understanding, these weird beings had a very strong desire for sin coins.
If the value was really low, it would have just agreed to Jenkins' price of 5 coins.
"Then I'll make another request, the three of us want to go out, how many?"
He pointed at himself and his companions, subconsciously ignoring the chocolate, and the shop owner didn't seem to notice that there was another cat here.
"this… "
It shows hesitation.
"price negotiable."
Jenkins added.
"No, no, the key now is that the design here is always in and out."
Jenkins heard Mr. Black Cat gasping for air behind him.
The corner of his mouth trembled, and he wanted to say something more, but immediately felt someone put a hand on his shoulder.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw the elf shaking his head at him.
"Well, I think, you must be able to think of a way."
He slammed the coin in his hand on the table, and pushed it in front of the store owner with a straight face.
The old man rubbed his hands with a smile, twisted up the small green coin, put it in front of his mouth and blew vigorously, and put it next to his ear.
"Very well, it is indeed the seed of blasphemy, but I haven't seen it for a long time."
Observing the expressions of his companions secretly, the elves seemed to have no response to this phrase, while Mr. Black Cat was still focusing on finding a suitable escape route after the accident.
"Although the design here is indeed in and out, but so many eras have passed, there will always be accidents."
As he spoke, he carefully put the coin into his pocket, and at the same time, the proper pause was enough to attract the attention of the people outside the counter:
"Mr. Elf over there should have mentioned the high subspace creatures that invade here from time to time. You should all know how terrifying the power of those things is. All in all, due to their power, the space structure here is irreversible. Sexual damage. Whilst it won't have any impact here, it inadvertently cuts a trail."
"Can it help us return to the physical world?"
"cannot."
He replied neatly, "In order to prevent all kinds of strange creatures from invading the material world, the gods and the world itself have exerted power, making it extremely difficult to enter the material world."
After speaking, he twisted his fingers at Jenkins.
Jenkins tilted his head and stretched out his right hand to press the sides of his cheek, trying to suppress the urge to hit him violently.
But he still put his hand into the pocket of his overcoat, and tremblingly took out a small green round coin, pressed it on the table and pushed it to it.
The chocolate on the shoulder swallowed
"But the material world does not reject all means of entry. Isn't your elf friend also entering from the outside?"
It took the coin and prompted.
"But that's not reproducible."
The elf explained in a low voice.
But Jenkins has seen what he means, and he knows a way to legally enter the physical world:
"You mean, a strange place?"
"Yes, yes, Paradise is the best choice. It is a channel that can directly connect to the material world."
Mr. Black Cat groans behind Jenkins, as if complaining about bad luck.
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