Mops, buckets and cleaning utensils were piled up in the room less than three feet away. As soon as the door was opened, chocolate rushed in. By the time Jenkins was able to see the room clearly, it had proudly held down a beautiful little person with wings. This was the first time Jenkins realized that it could actually catch mice, but it was not interested.
"What's this? An elf?"
The creature held down by the cat was no bigger than Jenkins' little finger. It probably couldn't speak, and kept babbling and struggling under the cat's claws. But it had to be admitted that the creature possessed an absolutely beautiful face, not even the most beautiful woman Jenkins knew.
Seeing Jenkins, he immediately turned his head and looked at him pitifully.
He stared for a moment at the festive attire on the tiny creature and the looming rune on its face:
"I seem to have heard of this thing... Are you [Festival Elf]?"
"Yi~ya~ya~"
It made such a sound, nodding constantly.
B-01-5-2200, [Festival Elf], belongs to an extremely rare subspecies branch of the elf population, even so rare that it can be classified as a numbered race. At the same time, this is also a rare elf population that does not harbor ill will towards intelligent creatures. They are the prototypes of the little things that give people luck and gifts in festivals in the stories passed down by ordinary people. The holiday elves will only appear during important festivals, and usually only in places where there are large-scale gatherings of gifters.
They're not uncommon, and the last time they were officially recorded was this summer's Carnival in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Chezland.
"I remember being able to make a wish."
Jenkins used the Orb of Life to change the elf out of the cat's claws. She immediately hugged the man's index finger and kissed him, nodding at him repeatedly.
"Why are you hiding here?"
He held the tiny creature in his palm, asking questions but not hoping to draw conclusions.
Patiently patted the well-behaved cat squatting at his feet as a reward, then took them back to his room, and found [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl] from under the bed.
The only condition for making a wish to [Festival Fairy] is to give them some fruits as a reward. Jenkins is thankful that he has not used the fruit bowl tonight in order to fully enjoy the dinner, otherwise he will have some troubles.
Putting the tempting cherry and plump apple next to the elf who was watching on the table, she immediately came forward and babbled at Jenkins again.
"Can you grant my wish?"
he asked with his head down.
"I want to add a blank bubble, can you understand this statement?"
You can't be too greedy in making a wish, and what he wants now is just a blank bubble that can accommodate that defensive magic.
The elf looked up at Jenkins, hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slowly and firmly—
Then, Jenkins fell into the door with endless white light that appeared under his feet.
"Yeeeeee~yaya~"
The elf looked at the cat aside in fear, obediently pushed the plump cherry to it, and then smirked while holding the apple.
"Meow~"
Chocolate nodded in satisfaction, and at this moment, the door was pushed open.
"Jenkins, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you."
Miss Bevanna stood at the door and shouted. Seeing that there was no response, she stuck her head in. Just in time, I saw the handsome elf holding the apple, which turned into golden light spots and disappeared on the table.
"That's... a holiday elf?"
She was very surprised, and then scanned the room again:
"Where's Jenkins? Could it be chocolate?"
"Meow~"
The cat with a cherry in its mouth replied, it is just a cat, how can it answer human questions.
(Chocolate cat in... )
Jenkins felt cheated by the information.
Although the festival elves he knew could not fulfill any wishes, at least they would never use malicious means to achieve the wishes of the wisher.
According to the records, most of the methods chosen by the festival elves are the simplest and safest. But he just asked to add a bubble, and he really couldn't understand why he was sent into a strange world.
"Could it be that for me, the safest and easiest way to increase my ability bubbles is to go through the strange world?"
He absolutely did not believe in such an inference.
After the sickening spins and grotesque visions faded away, Jenkins' feet were finally on solid ground again.
I lowered my head and pressed my hands on the sand surface for a while, and when I raised my head again, there was no one around.
"This seems to be the first trip to a strange land without a companion."
This is easy to understand. After all, the way of entering the strange world this time is really different. If his companion Jenkins appears, he will definitely be shocked.
From the visual point of view, the place where he is now is probably a huge desert. But the sky was dark, and only black clouds could be seen overhead. It was foggy in the distance, and only a person could be vaguely seen standing on the tallest sand dune in front of him.
The air is very dry and seems to have been stripped of all moisture. But the temperature is not too bad. Although it is a little cold to wear formal clothes for the dinner, the temperature is still within the tolerable level.
Standing on the sand dune is an old woman holding a black umbrella. She is dressed in black, except for the white beads on the cuffs, which makes her look a bit dazzling.
She hunched over and stared blankly at Jenkins who was struggling to climb to the top of the dune. The creases on her face could probably kill mosquitoes directly.
The closer you get to this person, the more you can feel the chill that stimulates the soul. Jenkins took the risk to open his eyes of reality to look around it, densely packed spirit bodies piled up and stood all over the desert, and they all smirked at Jenkins like a madman.
Yes, they can all notice that Jenkins is watching them.
"Do I need to do something?"
He stepped on the sand and asked cautiously, not daring to look into the woman's eyes, nor did he dare to observe the spirits nearby.
The old man holding the umbrella waited for a few seconds before speaking, as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat:
"This desert has buried too many travelers, no matter where they come from, they are buried here. If you want to leave, then try to free the soul here. If you can succeed three times, then you will be free .”
"Liberate the soul?"
Jenkins thought suspiciously.
The old man's accent was very strange. Although Jenkins could understand it, he always felt something was wrong. The sound is cohesive and dull, especially between the third and fourth tones of each sentence, this feeling is particularly prominent.