Jenkins' question this time has nothing to do with sensitive ancient events. He is more inclined to ask for opinions than to "ask for advice":
"Of course, I understand... It's like this. At the last moment, that mirror tried to force me to ask it about the emblem of the savior [the real phantom]. May I ask if this is some kind of trap? I can't understand this kind of thing. Behavior."
"It's simple, my god of lies."
Protoss opened the huge transparent book he was holding for the first time.
"According to the rules of the world, the emblem of the savior only belongs to those who do not take the initiative to seek it. If you take the initiative to ask, it is equivalent to violating this rule, so in the future, no matter what, you are doomed to miss the [Phantom of Reality]. I think, You probably understand that too."
Jenkins suddenly realized that it seemed to be the case.
"Of course, I have to remind you."
Protoss seems to have talked a lot today. The silver-blue translucent book in her hand flipped quickly, and finally stopped at a certain page at the back:
"If you are still interested in [Phantom of Reality], I can provide some clues. This unique ability has been circulated among mortal bestowers since the ancient era, but for some reason, it was completely lost three eras ago. Those ancient races or ancient relics may have clues, you might as well pay more attention. After all, if fate really favors you, then it will appear in your hands sooner or later because of an accident."
Remembering the Protoss' instructions, Jenkins returned to his home thoughtfully. Although it's a pity that I didn't get the [real phantom] through the mirror, at least the two headaches of mirrors and vampires have been completely solved.
Tomorrow, the God of Lies will definitely face the discussion about the God of Lies reappearing in Nolan City during the day, but at least Jenkins can have a complete rest for the night.
Of course, you can't forget to go to Loen City to report safety to your friends.
It was already early morning, but when he appeared beside Alexia, he unexpectedly saw Miss Stuart and Julia. This is obviously not Alexia's residence, it's more like the palace where the lights never go out all night.
"I'm fine", the first sentence he said was this, "It's all settled, those blood-sucking monsters have all been wiped out."
The exhausted Miss Stuart just sat back on the chair, and Julia, who was standing beside her, immediately refilled her tea, and she took a sip regardless of her image:
"We knew you would be successful. It's terrifying to see that huge blood moon in Loen..."
"Just solve everything, I know you will have a solution."
Alexia let out a long breath, and then added:
"If you want to ask why I'm here, it's because our friend is very worried about what will happen tonight, but it's not convenient for her to come to my place directly, so she invited me to stay here tonight."
"Is that so? Oh, I really don't know what to say."
Jenkins nodded to Miss Stuart, and His Highness the Third Princess responded with a blushing face, and then personally took the [Vampire Buster] handed over by Jenkins. Now this thing is useless and should be returned to the original owner.
"Mr. Williams, how did you do it? I heard Miss Miller say that the situation was very dangerous."
she asked in a low voice.
For this question, Jenkins cannot answer. Alexia knew almost all his secrets, but she didn't know who he was and things related to the gods.
He hesitated, he could only use the power of lies twice in a week, and now this power was exhausted. And even if he could still use it, he was uneasy about cheating on his friends—especially Alexia. Although he has been covering himself with lies since he came to this world, and shy away from those prying eyes, he actually doesn't like this kind of life...
"The god of lies appeared, and the power of the god directly destroyed the conspiracy of those alien species."
"Oh, I see."
Miss Stuart sighed, she didn't have much reaction to this result, because she didn't know Alexia's situation before she left Nolan City.
But Alexia knew that there were no gods at all at that time. And even if the gods suddenly appeared later, it would be too coincidental.
But she didn't ask anything, just gave Jenkins a gentle smile. Whether or not she can get the almost impossible truth, this kind of smile greatly warms Jenkins' restless heart. He knew that he already had a friend who could confide in him for the rest of his life.
In order to satisfy Miss Stuart's curiosity, before leaving, Jenkins also used [Read and Write] to draw the scene of the god under the blood moon, freezing the monstrous sea of blood with his fist from the perspective of a bystander.
Probably because I came into contact with too many paintings with religious connotations while living in the church, so this painting has an inexplicable sense of sacredness, just like the statue of a god seen during prayer.
"Oh, this should be a self-portrait of a god, and it depicts himself in the form of a saint."
Jenkins didn't realize it until later, but it was better this way, and might serve as a small exorcism.
Watching Jenkins' figure gradually fade away and finally disappear without a trace, the three ladies in the room felt a little disappointed. This feeling comes from the tense and dangerous "adventure" they have been involved in tonight, but it is time for the adventure to end.
They have their own things to do during the day tomorrow, so seeing that it's late, they plan to go to bed after a simple wash.
Although Alexia was a friend and teacher invited by the third princess, it was impossible for her to share the same bed with Dolores. She doesn't really care much about the events that happened in the distant Nolan, all she cares about is Jenkins. Thinking of the look on her face before the man left, Alexia couldn't restrain the faint joy in her heart.
But she will remember that she has something to do. Before leaving the room, while Julia was preparing the princess' nightgown, the short lady deliberately asked a slightly sharp question:
"Maybe I'm a bit paranoid, but you seem to care about our friends in an unusual way."
There are times when Alexia herself feels like a bad person, just like Jenkins.
"Yes, I have very few friends. Besides, Mr. Williams is always in danger."
Sure enough, Dolores, who was only sixteen years old, could only stammer her answer, and her complexion immediately turned rosy. No matter how mature she behaved, she was just a girl who had just begun to fall in love.