The cold wind mixed with those dirty words drifted into Jenkins' ears, and he snorted.
"Shut up!"
Suddenly he stepped forward and pressed his right arm, and the raging flames instantly swallowed it up, but amidst the screams, the flames did not spread beyond his shoulders.
Miss Magic and Chocolate were both dissatisfied with the scorching smell of human flesh, and Jenkins choked a little.
"I'll ask you to answer, otherwise you don't even want your left hand!"
The right arm was not burned clean, like a black stick. Some green breath overflowed from Jenkins' palm, at least it couldn't make him faint now.
Even so, the man was already covered in sweat, and his face was as white as paper.
"Listen well, what exactly do you and Mr. Alexander want? Are you idiots? Why did you let the Orthodox Church get involved in Clement's treasure?"
He wanted to pretend to be a third-party force that didn't show up when he was in Beldylan, and blamed them for getting the Orthodox Church involved.
"Mr. Alexander..."
The tied man repeated the name weakly, raised his forehead sweating coldly, and looked at Jenkins in disbelief:
"Why would you know?"
"If you don't want the other arm anymore, just keep asking."
Jenkins snorted again, bending his face to the man's. Flames overflowed from every pore on his face, making him as terrifying as the legendary fire spirit, but these flames did not hurt anyone.
Miss Magic clicked her tongue, but said nothing.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Alexander is looking for something, a shadowless lamp! Yes, he is looking for that shadowless lamp! He promised me that as long as I can help him, he will introduce me to his organization."
"What organization?"
"No, I can't say it!"
He squealed like a castrated rooster.
Without any hesitation, Jenkins' palm dropped immediately, but was stopped by Miss Magic again.
"Don't do this. It can be seen that you should seldom do such things... His death is not good for us."
Even though the ferocity shown by Mr. Candle was shocking, the woman's rich experience made her see that the person in front of her was just forcing herself to behave like this, and the real murderer could not just be pretended by ruthlessness.
"I have a special ability to induce people to tell the truth, but in this matter, you owe me a favor."
"Okay, but I will definitely not help you do illegal things."
Jenkins points this out.
The woman showed a mocking expression, but only for a moment.
She stretched out her palm and wiped the bound man's face. Mr. Dagger felt inexplicable at first, but soon he was extremely tired. Before he even had time to say those unbearable dirty words again, he fell asleep with his head down.
"My ability is useful to gifters who are lower than my level, and those who are equal to or higher than me may fail."
She first declared this to Jenkins, and then took out two smooth light-yellow wooden boards from her pocket, clamped the boards between the fingers of her right hand, and whispered a complicated incantation while gently pressing them .
If judged according to the standard of "the more syllables in the spell, the more complicated the spell", the ability she used is definitely the strongest spell that Jenkins has seen so far.
Without any special effects of light and shadow, the drowsy dagger raised his head spontaneously, opened his dull eyes and looked straight ahead, even though there was only the crooked wooden fence of the abandoned cemetery there.
"You can ask."
The woman's tone became inexplicably weaker, and Jenkins nodded slightly:
"What organization does Mr. Alexander want to introduce you to?"
"tree house."
The voice was the same as before, but the answer made Jenkins unbelievable. He heard the news twice in a row within half an hour.
"It shouldn't be a coincidence. Could it be that the dagger was born here for that letter?"
Did he wrinkle, and asked again.
"What does he want that lamp for?"
"have no idea."
"Why do you want to return to Nolan City?"
"Mr. Alexander is missing, but I know he has companions in Nolan City."
"name."
"I don't know the name."
"Why are you here?"
"The gentleman asked me to take back a letter. This is his test for me."
Guess is correct.
"Where is that gentleman?"
"it's here."
This sentence came from behind, Jenkins and Miss Magic turned their heads together, and outside the broken fence of the cemetery appeared an elegant middle-aged man in a black formal suit with a neat beard on his upper lip.
He wore dressy glasses and a silver watch on his drooping right wrist.
"Level eight... demigod."
Jenkins' heart sank immediately, "Don't rush..."
The winter clothes are enough to hide the palm-sized metal lumps, and the recent chaos in the city has made him develop the habit of going out with all his belongings again.
Turning to look at Miss Magic:
"You leave first, the things here have nothing to do with you."
If he is really forced to use divinity, all witnesses will be destroyed for safety. Jenkins is not yet willing to attack this lady who is barely a friend.
"No one should leave. I really didn't expect that Alexander made such a big mistake before he died. Let me guess who you are... New God believer?"
He delivered the answer with an obnoxious smile:
"You are weaker than I imagined. I thought that believers of the new gods were at least strong on the road to demigods."
Breathing slowly to suppress his inner emotions, Jenkins reminded:
"This is a level 8 demigod... Don't get too close to him, he has 8 combat abilities, and we are no match for close combat."
Miss Magic nodded slightly, and Mr. Clark's eyes sharpened.
"Divination? Prophecy? Magic eye? It's getting more and more interesting..."
The body disappeared into the air like a bubble, and then Juli came from the left side of Jenkins, and the fist penetrated his abdomen. The arm stretched back and disappeared again before Jenkins fell to the ground and appeared next to Miss Magic. His fist hit the transparent rune barrier beside her, making a teeth-piercing sound.
"God bless me!"
While shouting loudly, the energy column exploded from the pendant on his chest, but the man who was forced to disappear again exploded together with the black shadow that appeared behind him.
The energy column plowed a scorched black ravine on the ground, and Mr. Clark stomped on the ground in a bit of a panic. The spell caused the ground under Miss Magic's feet to protrude from the stone column, and the woman was directly knocked into the air.
"Oh~"
He jumped up and kicked towards the woman who was floating in the air, but that foot in the air collided with another man who was thrusting in and kicking in the air.
Jenkins, who had a broken right leg, fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping when his forehead hit the corner of the hard tombstone. Miss Magic stepped forward to support him, and Jenkins gritted his teeth and covered the wound with his hand that was emitting green smoke.
"Where is your companion?"
Although the flying kick was interrupted, Mr Clarke was not injured. He misunderstood the black shadow that suddenly appeared behind him just now, thinking that the "twin demon" was also nearby.
"It's okay, hold my hand tightly."
Miss Magic's sweaty hand held Jenkins's hand, and the figures of the two flashed and turned into strange colored blocks amidst the explosion.
Seeing this, Mr. Clark bent slightly, with a black lion tattoo covering his face.
"Oh~"
It rushed over with afterimages and air waves, knocking the bodies of men and women out of the floating color blocks.
Jenkins stood in front again, quickly found his balance, and quickly jumped to the side with the woman in his arms. Like a dexterous cat, he ran up against the fragile trunk of a dead tree with his toes, somersaulted at the highest point, kicked off the branch with his right leg and abruptly jumped 70 feet (about 21.3m).
Miss Magic, whose spellcasting was interrupted in her arms, spit out a large mouthful of black blood, barely holding onto Jenkins' arm to stand still.
"I didn't expect that in this era, I could still see people who are as passionate about martial arts as I am."
As he spoke, Mr. Clark took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his coat, wrapped it, and put it back in his pocket.
He seems to appreciate [The Grace of the Cat]'s abilities.
"I don't think the twin demons are here... It was a one-time item just now, with a small amount of power stored? No, you don't need to answer me, I'm not interested at all."
"are you OK?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice, urging the breath of healing to pass the spirit of life over. The woman murmured a soft "um~", but Jenkins still felt her body trembling.
"When I was 21 years old, I watched the Sarud giant eagle on the highest peak of the L'Hopida Mountains hunt, and I got the ability of [Eagle Claw]. This ability is not uncommon, but so far, 32 gifts die at my hands."
Fingers bent twice in the air, in addition to the exaggerated sound of the joints, Jenkins also saw the cyan light passing between the fingers.
The current situation is very bad. Jenkins and Miss Magic are actually no match for Mr. Clark at all. The two of them have almost exhausted all means, while Mr. Clark is only defending, and has not really used his strength to attack, nor has he shown the true horror of the demigod-level bestower.
Even if this man only relies on his physical fitness, he can crush two people. So far, the biggest injury he has suffered should be the blow from the "twin demons". No matter how powerful his body is, he will inevitably be affected by the flames of demons.
Clark's speed is extremely fast, and Jenkins' two lethal abilities are not instant, which means that even if he counterattacks, he is likely to be interrupted during the casting phase, just like Miss Magic.
Glancing at Chocolate, it squatted obediently next to the gray-haired man who was still tied up, not understanding the look in Jenkins' eyes telling him to ask for help.
PS: There are at least 40 chapters left before the end of this volume... Don't be so anxious, you won't get abilities suddenly.