After Jenkins recovered, the next thing was much simpler. He revealed a few things about Mr. Clark's origins and "Tree House", and Miss Magic promised to keep everything in her heart.
The two who have fought together have also established a preliminary friendship. Although there were some conflicts in the distribution of spoils, they were resolved peacefully in the end.
Jenkins wanted to leave the black spear, and as compensation, he gave the woman his returned dagger and most of the books in the underground vault.
"But these things do not belong to you! You have no right to determine the ownership of these things."
She pointed to the bookshelf and said:
"I have investigated this place, and the current owner here is the most likely bishop candidate of the Nolan Diocese of the Church of the Sages, Jenkins Williams. And you are obviously not him."
"But he doesn't know that there is such a secret room here, and the Orthodox Church will never let the bishop who manages the secular world be the bestower, keep him away from these secrets, he should be more grateful to me!"
Maybe it was because he thought what he said was very reasonable, maybe it was because he wanted to maintain the friendship, in short, the two finally reached such a deal, and Jenkins took the gun back into his spirit in front of her.
Although it is very far away from the nearest village, there is no need to worry about the fight just now being discovered, but the two decided to settle the matter here as soon as possible. They didn't intend to get rid of the dagger first, but to kill it after asking all the questions.
After Miss Magic asked the stamp album she was looking for, she asked Jenkins to continue the questions he had just asked. He thought for a while:
"What do you know about tree houses?"
"very powerful."
"Do you know the Children of the Mist plan?"
"Knowing something, the original version of the plan was leaked in advance because of the unexpected appearance of demons. The current version is cooperated by the organization and the great Son of God, and it will absorb the power of the Son of Mist."
Jenkins turned his head to look at Miss Magic. The woman turned her back to him and flipped through the ancient books and experimental records on the shelf, not wanting to comment on it. To be more precise, she didn't want to have anything to do with a son of God.
"What is the content of your cooperation with the Gear Artisan Association?"
"have no idea."
"Have you had contact with vampires?"
"I have seen that gentleman meet with aliens."
"cooperative contents."
"have no idea"
"The current location of the vampire."
"have no idea."
"What information do you know about vampires?"
"One of them was infected with a very serious flu, and now the flu is spreading in Nolan City, and the source is probably here."
Miss Magic snorted behind her. In retrospect, her voice just now was indeed a bit hoarse. Glancing at the shadow, it's normal.
"Speak out all the rituals, abilities, and knowledge you have mastered, starting with the important ones."
Miss Magic finally left from the bookshelf and walked to Jenkins with a smile.
He had to be back at the church by sunset, or he would definitely be noticed, and the afternoon was wasted wandering around.
After recording the secret of the dagger's life, the two buried him in a corner of the cemetery outside, with Mr. Clark's remaining parts buried next to him.
Even though the hundreds of thousands of tiny parts are difficult to put together again, Jenkins took some of them to the city for safety. He doesn't know whether Mr. Clark will be resurrected after the piece is complete, which will have to be tested to understand.
But at least the vigilance of the tree house can be relaxed a bit. Dagger first didn't know about the [True Phantom], but he can be sure that there is only one member of the local [Tree House] for the time being.
Before parting ways with Miss Magic, Jenkins made an appointment with her to meet again this Saturday. There were many things left unexplained today, and he was in a hurry to get back to church, so he wanted to talk about it again.
"Oh, Mr. Candle, look. This steam engine seems to be a first-generation antique. Why don't we sell it for cents? I'll give you the money on Saturday. status, and don’t care about the money.”
This was Miss Magic's last proposal before leaving the cemetery, and perhaps the saddest thing of the evening.
Today's events once again made Jenkins realize the impermanence of fate, as well as the wisdom of chocolate. In order to reward the cat for its great achievements, after flying back to the sky above the city, he took advantage of some time to buy it a strawberry cake.
Although part of the cake was given by Jenkins to the girl Fenny, who was very sad about the unexpected death of her cousin, but the cat was satisfied as long as it got the plump and attractive strawberry.
"Sometimes I feel that you are not as smart as a cat."
Lying on the window sill of the room and looking at the rare clear starry sky outside, there is still some time before the night class, so he can enjoy the night scenery.
"Meow~"
Not knowing whether it was Jenkins' joke or another temptation, Chocolate lowered his head and rubbed his hand.
"But that doesn't matter, just don't leave me. If you disappear, I will really be alone."
The man chuckled and teased its chin. The cat looked at him in confusion, but couldn't comfort him.
He tapped on the window sill with his fingers, and the miner's lamp made of metal parts appeared in front of him again. The silver-white light spots revolved around the surface of the light ball in the lampshade, and the words on the surface of the miner's lamp also shone slightly.
This is the light of the protoss, the knowledge of Jenkins, and the special ability of the germ's substance formation, and its appearance does not have any reproducibility. Although Jenkins has many abilities, they are also very complicated. He has always lacked an effective defense ability and an attack ability that can change the outcome of a battle with one blow. Now he has one.
Raise your hand to hold the iron handle of the miner's lamp, which is made of a bunch of screws and wires. A very thin beam of light shot out from the silver-white light sphere and shone on the teacup placed aside. Together with the tea inside, the whole cup was scattered into parts.
Since he found a way to control the thickness of the light beam, although he consumed a lot of spirits this time, at least he didn't drain Jenkins.
"Let me try it."
The Book of Evoked Memories lay out on one side, and on it were some detailed drawings of the disintegration of the water glass captured by Jenkins' dynamic vision.
"I hope I can finish it before the night class starts."
It's not as easy as imagined. Those parts that are not even the size of a fiftieth of a fingernail will add up to more than four figures. Even if it can be pieced together by the picture of the moment of disintegration, Jenkins cannot restore even a cup bottom.
Those gears and lever structures that mesh with each other need to understand the assembly sequence in advance, otherwise you will find that you know what should be installed, but you can't put that thing into the buckle.