After returning home, he lit the fireplace, put on comfortable pajamas, and practiced the posture taught by Miss Bevanna on the carpet for a while. Seeing that it was almost time, he found a comfortable position and lay down.
The bell of the clock tower rang in the distance, and Jenkins lost control of his body at that moment and fell into the boundless clouds.
Deep and powerful voices came to the ears little by little, and these voices were chaotic and disorderly. There seemed to be something extremely "heavy" above, forcing him not to look up.
The vicissitudes and ancient singing voice gradually sounded in the whisper, this is the first time I heard this kind of singing voice. The singing is full of sacred meaning, but it also contains a kind of sadness that seems to be extremely sad, as if the world is coming to an end.
He tried his best to remember the tone that beat the soul and made people vomit blood, but this was already the limit.
Consciousness was forced out of this state and fell into the deepest chaos.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already one forty in the morning, which was earlier than the time he woke up last month. He thought it was a good phenomenon.
Chocolate lay on the table with her eyes closed, her little head leaning against the Orb of Life. It seemed to be asleep, so Jenkins was careful when he picked up the pen and paper.
During the murmur just now, his main thoughts were on that terrible song, so the complete knowledge he got was only a pitiful two.
The first one is not a ritual or an ability, but a method of raising a worm called the black-skinned soul-eating worm. Jenkins had heard his father talk about this kind of worm before. In ancient tomb relics before the 15th century, black-skinned soul-eating worms were often used to deal with tomb robbers.
Their individual strength is negligible, but once they form a cluster, they are very terrifying. This kind of bug has an extremely long life span and tenacious vitality, and reproduces by devouring corpses and souls. As long as a bug enters the human body, it can reproduce thousands of its own kind in just a few seconds and eat the human being until only the skeleton remains.
In the 579th year of the general calendar of this era, there was a black-skinned soul-eating insect disaster. A group of ordinary people accidentally opened the tomb of an ancient benefactor, and that ancient tomb was in a small town with a large area. directly below...
The old man also sighed constantly when talking about that incident, and warned Jenkins to be careful of any ancient tombs.
This breeding technique obviously comes from the righteous god [End of Death], which represents December, and the information Jenkins has come into contact with never mentions that this kind of bug is related to the righteous god.
"I remember that the priesthood of [End of Death] does include [Guardian of Mausoleum]. Is it because of this reason?"
He said to himself, looked down at the paper full of words, picked it up and threw it into the fireplace in front of him. The flame quickly wrapped the paper, and it burned quickly, and soon only a few ashes fell on the charred wood.
"This thing is too dangerous, so don't try it."
The second piece of knowledge is a way of learning abilities, and the name of the ability is [Recorder (Golden Divine Art)].
This ability comes from the righteous god [The Traceless Traveler], and its effect is quite powerful. The bestower who has learned this ability, relying on the accumulation of various experiences, stories, and knowledge during travel, can turn the accumulated information into his own power.
For example, once the recorder encounters a severe drought in a certain village during his travels and personally participates in and feels it, he will have the ability to cause drought within a certain period of time.
The wider the experience, the longer the journey, and the more exciting the story, the stronger the [recorder]'s ability will be. And these powers transformed from experience may even form a solidification ability that does not occupy the position of the ability, that is, directly open up a new bubble formation ability, which is enough to explain the value of this ability.
But it is a pity that the minimum threshold for learning [Recorder] is to have five magical abilities of the traveler department, and one's own level has reached a demigod.
This ability is worthless to Jenkins, but at least it shows the power of the orthodox Church's bestower with a reliable inheritance. He immediately thought of Miss Bevanna, and guessed whether Miss Bevanna had learned these abilities that limited demigod learning.
"Perhaps, the bestowers of the Church of the Sages can draw power directly from the books."
The paper that recorded the relevant information of [Recorder] was also thrown into the fireplace, and Jenkins didn't look away until the paper was completely burned to ashes.
He sat on the sofa, shifted his center of gravity back, let his body cling to the back of the sofa, and the expression on his face gradually eased.
The pocket watch on the coffee table reflected the light of the fire, and the flickering flame made the shadows sway slightly in the room.
"Huh~"
He snorted with his nose, and then followed the impression in his mind, trying to copy the weird song he heard just now. But doing so was of no use at all. Instead, it woke up the sleeping Chocolate, and its expression was quite unkind.
The last month of 1865 in the universal calendar has finally arrived. Although various things happened in Nolan City this year, to be precise, in the second half of the year, most citizens are still looking forward to the New Year's Eve at the end of December. end.
In the early morning of Saturday, the city miraculously saw no trace of fog, but the heavy snow once again became a reason for people to travel.
Jenkins, in slippers, broke into the snow early in the morning to retrieve milk, papers and letters, among which he found letters from Privet Drive. In the letter, William Sr. said that the school exam season is coming soon, so the youngest son John Williammt is preparing for the exam nervously. He asked Jenkins to go home and have a look at the weekend, hoping to use Jenkins' deeds to inspire his younger son to study harder.
"But I remember that the original owner stopped studying after barely getting a diploma from the Nolan Secondary School of Mechanical Technology. Can this really motivate John?"
Even so, he still planned to go back to Privet Drive to finish dinner tonight, because there was another dinner party waiting for him on Sunday night.
When I came to Papa's antique shop in the snow, I found that the carriage with Mihail's family crest was parked in front of the shop.
He quickly opened the door and walked in. Two familiar ladies were sitting in front of the fireplace in the store. The old man was nowhere to be seen, but he saw the door to the backyard open, so he was probably in the warehouse.
"Good morning, Miss Michael, Miss Hessa."
"Good morning, Mr. Williamette."
It's less than eight o'clock now, and Jenkins was really surprised to see them so early.