It was only when Jenkins received the lawyer's letter in the morning that he remembered that he still knew the whereabouts of a boon. Coincidentally, when I had time, I took a carriage to the outskirts of the city, and then walked to the abandoned cemetery.
This cemetery and another Augustus family cemetery blocked by mudslides are the only fixed assets left by the Viscount to Jenkins. These lands are considered to be Jenkins' private property, but they are obtained through gifting rather than entrustment by the royal family, and he has to pay taxes no matter what activities he engages in, so he is still a nobleman without actual fiefdoms.
The intention of Viscount Augustus should be to let Jenkins take care of the land where his ancestors were buried. Therefore, it is impossible for Jenkins to bulldoze the family cemetery for other purposes, but the abandoned cemetery he set foot on now has no such obstacles. After all, most of the bones have been transferred. As long as the remaining tombstones and buildings are removed, it can be directly used as farmland.
"The area is a bit small, but the scenery next to the cliff is good, and you can see the scenery far away. Maybe I can pay to build a private villa... build a villa in the cemetery?"
He amused himself at the thought.
It can be seen that no one has set foot here for a long time, and there are only some wild animal footprints on the snow. The boots creaked and creaked when they stepped on the fluffy snow and compacted it. He quickly came to the gravekeeper's hut.
The blizzard in the past few days completely crushed the roof, and the broken beams were lying in front of the door, and it was impossible to enter. Jenkins checked the traces left last time, and after confirming that no one had come, he opened the entrance to the sealed underground chamber.
The last hasty blockade was obviously not perfect, and the entry of a large amount of air caused great damage to the things stored underground, especially books.
Moving the skeleton to the wall, Jenkins stood at the bottom of the stone steps, opened the Eye of Reality to scan everything around him again, but still did not see the white aura representing the gift.
"Chocolate, it's up to you!"
He told his cat, which has a strong sense of smell and inspiration.
"Meow~"
The cat on the shoulder pawed at his outstretched hand, unwilling to move because the ground was too dirty.
The area of the underground secret room is about one-third of the living room of Jenkins's house. Most of the area is occupied by test benches, bookshelves, tables, and the first-generation steam engine in the corner. There are not many corners where items can be hidden.
"Okay, just search for an hour, if you can't find it, go back."
With this in mind, he took off his coat and put it on the iron chair, and then began to rummage around.
I searched the bookshelf last time, so this time the target is the table and the test bench. After finding nothing, he began to tap against the wall again, and then on the wall facing the staircase, he really made a hollow sound.
There were some metal tools next to the steam engine, and Jenkins pulled out a hole in the wall by relying on them. It was not the [shrouded nun dress], but some letters.
"How much is he hiding?"
Because the movement of digging the wall was too great, the top letter was covered with a layer of dust. After cleaning it, the opened red wax seal immediately attracted Jenkins' attention. The pattern on it was a small house built on a tree branch.
"Tree house... um, tree house? The follower of the Undead Lord who died here fifty years ago is actually related to the tree house?"
This is indeed the crazy organization that Jenkins knew. The content of the letter did not involve any confidentiality, but a sincere invitation to the recipient to join their organization.
It is not known whether the dead cultists responded to the letter. After the Ouija board shattered, Jenkins lost the channel to communicate with the undead. He looked through the following letters, which were also records of the communication between the cultist and the gifter outside his own sect. This was probably the reason why the letters were hidden.
From this point of view, the gravekeeper fifty years ago should not be reconciled to just being a lower-level member of the church.
"It's very interesting. The tree house organization is really hidden."
These letters were of no use to Jenkins, so they were stuffed into the bookshelf casually. After further inspection of the walls, no suspicious sounds were found. Seeing that the time was almost up, he planned to return to the city.
As soon as he raised his foot and stepped up the stone steps, he turned around and walked towards the skeleton, ripped off the rags he was wearing roughly, and then called out flames to burn. After a while, it was burned to ashes.
"I'm overthinking."
Only then did he really leave.
As soon as his head emerged from the underground stairs, he felt the pocket watch chain vibrate desperately. Subconsciously retracted to the ground, only to see fireballs the size of three washbasins flying overhead.
He listened with bated breath, and opened his eyes again. On the other side of the gravekeeper's hut, two benefactors were fighting. One of them is Miss Magic, easily recognizable by her dots of light and her pentagram.
Miss Howard's opponent was a Level 5 Gifter, and a woman who was facing Level 6 (the last time it was mentioned was Level 5, and by default she had been raised by one level in the past six months) was obviously not an opponent.
As Jenkins paced around the other side of the gravekeeper's hut, the man happened to be bound by the rope shining from Miss Magic's hand.
"You don't seem surprised that I'm here."
Jenkins asked.
"I have noticed that there are people nearby, and it is not surprising for you and your companions to appear anywhere."
While speaking, Miss Magic tightened the rope in her hand to make it more secure. This is not a special item, but an effect caused by an ability.
"I'll leave right away and won't disturb you."
As she spoke, she was about to bend down and lift the gray-haired man with a rosaceous nose. Jenkins had never seen such a hair color. From the color point of view, it did not appear to be naturally formed, but rather a side effect of prolonged exposure to the spirit of death.
"I want to leave immediately, but before that, I want to know what the two of you are here for."
He asked calmly, Miss Magic turned her head and looked at him helplessly, fearing the abilities of the new god believers, she had no choice but to answer this question.
"Mr. Candle, you should know this man. It was the summer night we first met. Mr. Dagger escaped from the party. I needed an item in his hand, so I heard from Mr. Hood that he returned After Nolan, I have been following him. I think you are not the so-called messenger of justice, and there is no need to fight me for a wanted criminal."
"Of course, how you handle him is totally none of my business, but I need to ask him a few questions, okay?"
Jenkins shrugged.
"certainly."
As the woman spoke, she snapped her fingers, and the man who was struggling silently cursed immediately, which made the two standing people frown at the same time.