"Your family and this couple can only wait for such a long time?"
Jenkins asked again, knowing in his mind that the god might be really angry.
"There are also other methods. While those alien species are blaspheming, they kill a pair of lovebirds blessed by the gods and make their bones into a comb. If you can find that comb and liberate the souls trapped in it, I think we can also be forgiven for this. But for so many years, the family and this man and woman have never heard about that thing, and I think it is probably buried deep in unknown ruins, or lying in a gift in the treasury of the One."
He rewrapped the painting in canvas and tried to lift the woman up. Jenkins leaned on the counter and looked at him with his head tilted, feeling that life was very strange.
"Lovebirds, combs... Fate, is fate telling me to meddle in my own business?"
His feet kept slapping the ground, which was just subconscious behavior, without making an annoying sound.
"What do you think of the Orthodox Church?"
he asked suddenly.
"Opinion? No opinion."
replied the old gentleman.
"And would you ask them for help if necessary?"
"Maybe, it depends on what troubles I have encountered. The false god who cursed us is not an evil god. Even if the Orthodox Church knows it, it will not help."
He replied vaguely that it was not easy to help the fallen woman up.
"In fact..."
Jenkins decided to do a good deed, and what happened this morning was so extraordinary that it was as if fate had put the opportunity of doing good in his hands. He is also willing to help this group of people once, because everyone has never done anything.
"Actually, I heard about the comb you mentioned last year. Yes, on the other side of Fifth Queen's Road, there was a fat woman who used the curse of the love comb to swindle money, and then was killed by Xian in the winter. The Church caught it right."
"Um?"
The old gentleman was stunned, and suddenly looked up at Jenkins. The woman who had been lying on the ground also raised her head and looked at Jenkins with the same shocked eyes.
"It's true. In fact, I have a little connection with that incident. I've seen that comb too. It looks like this."
He casually picked up a piece of paper from the counter, drew a love comb on it and handed it to the old gentleman.
After looking at the result for a few seconds, he handed the paper to the woman again. The woman nodded hesitantly, and asked the old gentleman to untie the canvas from the frame, and showed the comb on the paper to the man in the painting, and the man nodded in agreement.
"It is indeed the comb. Oh, I don't know what to say."
He was so excited that he couldn't speak, his face flushed and he supported the shelf beside him to prevent himself from falling, and it took him a while to have a normal conversation with Jenkins.
"It's really... oh my God!"
He closed his eyes and looked up, drawing a holy emblem that Jenkins didn't recognize on his chest. The woman also stood up, holding the picture frame and weeping, her seriously injured appearance just now was obviously faked.
The old gentleman, who has not told Jenkins his name, soon decided to go to the Church of the Sages with the woman. They couldn't wait to lift the vicious curse that had lasted for several epochs.
They are all grateful to Jenkins, even the woman Jenkins "selled out". And before leaving, as a reward, the woman told Jenkins one thing.
"I noticed the lamp on the cabinet, it should be a shadowless lamp."
"Huh? Yes, you recognize it?"
The age when Clement was active was much earlier than the age when the woman was cursed. It was unexpected that she could recognize this thing that had been buried deep underground for many epochs.
"Yes, of course I know. Although this is no longer popular now, when I was still a living person, in some areas, the bestowers of shadow abilities liked to use such shadowless lamps as a means of sealing secrets. Of course , This is very unorthodox, and because it needs to borrow the power of the Shadow Realm, the Orthodox Church will not record such things."
The old gentleman had already walked out the door with the painting in advance, saying that he would not hear any secrets.
"You mean, the shadowless lamp is not a numbered item?"
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, this is a man-made supernatural item with a limited time limit, but because it uses the characteristics of the shadow world, it can continue to function after several epochs. In fact, you can regard it as a sealed secret notebook, but it is shaped like an oil lamp. Although I don’t know how to make this lamp, it is not difficult to check the information it seals. Use blood to draw the seal rune selected by the maker on the bottom of the lamp, and then Feel free to place it in any shade and wait quietly for a few seconds."
After finishing speaking, she nodded to Jenkins for the last time, and then set off with the old gentleman waiting outside the door to the Church of the Sage to solve the ten thousand year curse.
Jenkins told them about his church status, and the two will probably mention Jenkins in a later interrogation. But the woman promised not to talk about the last conversation about the shadowless lamp, because it has nothing to do with their curse.
The curse that lasted for several epochs has just come to an end, and all this is as simple as fate is playing a joke.
Jenkins felt the same way, from the Shadowless Lamp to the Love Comb to this painting. Although all decisions come from his heart, he always feels that sense of fate.
"Is this the so-called fate?"
He didn't know what the sealing rune of this shadowless lamp was, and he couldn't pull the dead Clement back to ask. Remembering that Clement's bestower level is not high, he dug out the books of ancient runes from Dad's bookshelf, found the common spell runes in the era when Clement was still active, and then tried to use [ The rune represented by [Shadow] is written on the bottom of the lamp.
Without any extra action, the shadowless lamp ignited automatically, and a golden flame that Jenkins had never seen before burst out.
"Is this a success? He thinks the same as me?"
Jenkins said in disbelief, and looked out a little extra, for fear that someone would see this scene.
Take the cat to the warehouse behind the antique shop, and place the lighted oil lamp in the shadows according to the process the woman just mentioned. The shadow seemed to be absorbed, and the color gradually faded.
And the moment the small shadow completely disappeared, there was a slight collision sound inside the oil lamp. The golden flame went out, and the shadow appeared again.
He bent down to pick up the oil lamp again, and easily found a piece of parchment paper rolled into a thin tube inside. Although the writing on it is ancient, the parchment looks like new.
"Good luck."
Although the written language is contrary to the common language, that type of language has not been lost, it has just become a special type of language that is only used by the mountain people in the southern mountainous area. There is a reference book in the antique shop, and after a laborious translation, it contains all the ritual content of the divine art [Phantom of Reality].
He didn't immediately think about how to hold the ceremony, but put the small piece of parchment in his pocket, and then walked back to the store with the cat, holding the oil lamp that was no longer a supernatural item.
"After going around such a big circle, it turns out that the [real phantom] has long been in my hands."
Once again, I felt the malicious joke of fate, and at the same time, I also felt that the ups and downs of the vampires and evil gods this month were like a dream.
"In other words, I actually don't need to do anything, just wait with peace of mind."
The sunlight couldn't penetrate the smog in the city, and the fireplace lit by the eternal fire reflected the light on Jenkins' face.
"Phantoms of reality... true and false, false and true, existence and non-existence, far away and near..."
Chocolate quietly looked at the man who was frowning and thinking, hoping that he could take her to the warm club as soon as possible.
"Six gods go down to Nolan, Fabry's deception, blood-sucking alien species, new gods seal the blood sea, and there are still two busy months... What is the reason for all this? It seems to me that it doesn't make sense. I thought These things help [the phantoms of reality], which in the end are phantoms."
He felt as if he had caught a glimpse of the truth of this ability, but he couldn't describe the throbbing in his heart more accurately.
"Twin demons have to face demons, undead people have to experience death, and real phantoms are really like phantoms. Heh~ I thought the truth of the ability was deception. Is that the result?"
The clouds in the sky were moving, and at this moment, a beam of skylight shot down from a higher place, covering Jenkins as he walked out of the store door. The man is bathed in golden light, like a saint walking in the world.
The girl selling flowers on the street stared blankly at this scene, suspecting that she was dazzled.
Jenkins also noticed her, froze for a while, and smiled freely. He took out the wallet from his coat pocket, took out all the banknotes and coins with a face value of less than 5 shillings, walked up to the flower girl, and put them in her basket.
"gentlemen… "
"this is mine."
He took out the brightest red rose from the flower basket, smiled at the girl, and then turned and left.
"At least, I'm not afraid of the flower girl at all."
This is the biggest gain from the ups and downs during this period of time. Not only is he not afraid, but he is also very close to such a little girl now.
Near noon, the weather cleared up, the streets were filled with pedestrians, and the rare sunshine filled the streets. The men standing on the side of the street were talking about the rumors about Miss Fabbri, the strange benefactors in the side alley were whispering about the latest news, the flower girl was staring blankly at Jenkins' back, the old painter Grant, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came from Walking out of the shop on the side, Hathaway, who came from the other side of the street in a carriage, stuck her head out of the window—
"...Miss Fabry..."
"...New God..."
"... kind sir..."
"...Mr. Writer..."
"...Jenkins..."
The man turned around facing the sun, held the gorgeous red rose in his hand, and smiled behind him. Time seemed to freeze at this moment:
"Call me?"
PS: Okay, this volume is over. I edited the two hundred words at the end for nearly an hour, but I still feel something is wrong. The next volume is intermission, and the key word of the next volume is: stage. I haven't figured out the name of the volume yet, and I'm thinking about it.
Another thing: Originally, this chapter was still limited to 2,000 words, but later I thought it was unnecessary, so I just finished this volume, and it was only 3,165 words. Ask for tickets at the end of the volume, and ask for a reward or something. I don't know whether graduate students have to enter the group in advance. If there is still summer vacation, then the summer vacation will be a little more.