"The mark of killing?"
"Even to show your surprise, I don't think you need to repeat what I said at all."
Dad said while looking at the newspaper.
In the early hours of last weekend, Jenkins was called to the church to preside over the ceremony, because Miss Bevanna left the city and went to Luyin Town to solve that matter.
But even if Miss Bevanna went there in person, the murderer still managed to escape. But fortunately, he didn't have time to commit more crimes, so the power he gained from killing was very rare.
After fleeing from Greenwood Town, the church learned through divination that he had fled to the mountains east of Nolan. And because the main power of the diocese is currently being dragged by the vampires and the son of the evil god, this matter has to be put aside for the time being, which is also a last resort.
After lunch, Dad asked Jenkins to watch the store for a while, he was going to church to pick up some things. He came back without delay, and when he opened the door, he was holding a wooden suitcase painted vermilion in his hand.
"It's not filled with snacks, is it?"
Jenkins made a small joke, but no one, including Chocolate, thought it was funny.
Seeing that the old man carefully placed the suitcase on the counter, Chocolate stood up habitually, strolled to the box and sniffed it, and then the expression of the whole cat was distorted.
"Meow~"
Although the miserable cry was delayed, it still startled Jenkins. It quickly jumped off the counter, let Jenkins pick it up, and then desperately buried the cat's head in Jenkins' arms to show its aversion to the smell.
"What's in it?"
Although he didn't smell any strange smell, he subconsciously stood far away.
"The smell is really bad."
The old man touched his nose with lingering fear: "Let me remind you, after returning to the church at night, don't go to the corner of the underground East District, unless you don't want to have dinner."
There are two layers inside the suitcase, separated by a small partition. Each layer is covered with thick cotton cloth, and lying on the cotton cloth are a total of six glass test tubes.
The source of the stench was those test tubes. Jenkins and Dad checked that they were in the warehouse at the back, otherwise no guests would dare to come to the door for these two days.
Dad said that as time went by, the stench would also weaken, and after three days it would be almost completely gone, and then they could be worn on the body.
"So, what exactly is this?"
"[Hemolytic Toxin]."
The old man closed the lid of the carrying case to block the yellowish smell, and then quickly ran to the yard outside the warehouse to take a big gulp of fresh air with Jenkins.
"You probably haven't heard of it. This is the nemesis of the blood-sucking race. Even a demigod-level blood-sucking species will surely die if it absorbs a whole tube of toxin into the blood. Of course, it is difficult for us to find such an opportunity, so the Church The toxins are distributed in the hope that we can use these ** to deal with our own weapons, so as to cause additional damage to the blood-sucking species."
"Okay, I understand. However, it's best to wait until the smell is gone. Oh, sage, I feel like vomiting again."
Jenkins had obtained all the information about [Hemolytic Toxin] from Protoss Rakul, but according to the knowledge given by Rakul, the finished hemolytic toxin should not have such a serious odor.
He was puzzled by this, but Dad said that the church had experimented with the human infected captured on the night of the blood moon a few days ago, and the traits they exhibited were exactly the same as what Jenkins knew. Therefore, he can only guess the source of the smell, which is due to the subtle variation of certain plants of the same species in ancient and modern times.
The two walked back to the store while discussing the death of the test subject injected with hemolytic toxin. Still no guests, only the chocolate left the counter and lay on the rug in front of the fireplace.
"Speaking of which, is there a pharmacist in the Diocese of Nolan? I remember that none of the five local churches has such a professional."
"Old Jack just arrived in Nolan last night, and the Holy See sent him to Nolan City to help refine hemolytic toxin."
After finishing speaking, he added; "Also for his own sake, I hope you haven't forgotten the letters from the previous few weeks."
Old Jack wanted Jenkins' help in making a rare potion, which happened last month.
"I understand... Do you need me to help make [Hemolytic Potion]? I can also make some simple medicines now."
"Need not."
The old man waved his hand, "Old Jack said, what you are making now is the simplest healing potion, which has no technical content. The hemolytic potion is very complicated, so you should not participate in it."
The reputation of the potion [Witch's Kiss] is not very good. After all, it can also be used as a fun drug in the boudoir. I have to say that Old Jack's consideration is really thoughtful.
The investigation report on the blood moon incident the night before yesterday has also been completed. When my father went to church at noon, he heard a few words from his colleagues, so he knew something.
"I heard that the three vampires that appeared the night before yesterday were all handsome, completely opposite to what was recorded in the ancient books."
Yes, Jenkins only heard, after all, he stayed in the church that night.
"There is no problem with the records in the book. It should be that special items were used. This is also pointed out in the report."
The old man guessed uncertainly, but Jenkins can be sure that it is absolutely not, because he did not see the items related to the camouflage through his own eyes that night.
As the evening approached, Jenkins was attacked by the cat's claws because he made a false statement asking for chocolate to lose weight. Dad thinks that chocolate is very healthy as a kitten. Although it usually eats a lot, a considerable part of it is used for its own growth, so there is no need to lose weight.
On the surface, Jenkins agrees with his father's views, but he still reserves his own opinions in his heart. After all, this cat seems to have developed a habit of eating randomly, and this must be corrected.
In the process of wrestling with chocolate, the antique store came to the first customer of the day, which surprised the old man who was about to close the store early.
The guest was an elderly woman, wearing an old-fashioned purple robe and a straw hat that would only be used in summer. It was hard to imagine how this taste in dressing was developed.
There are many wrinkles on her face, her mouth is also wrinkled together, and she wears a pair of round glasses, but judging from the style of the handbag she is carrying and the walking stick that seems to be embedded with gold threads, this lady should be of extraordinary background.
Jenkins looked outside through the window, and sure enough, he saw a private carriage parked across the street. The driver, who was as strong as a bodyguard, was looking vigilantly at both sides of Fifth Queen's Road.