After returning to Alexia's residence, she also told Jenkins the real reason she had been out of the city for two weeks.
Visiting the natives of the ice fields is certainly not a lie, but that is only part of the purpose. In fact, she only stayed in the aboriginal village for one day, and then set off further north.
"So, what exactly did you do?"
Jenkins and Alexia sat together on the chair in front of the fireplace. The chair was very soft, but unfortunately the senses in the projection state were a little dull.
"For this."
Before the conversation in the building, she had gone to her bedroom to fetch a red lacquered wooden box, which was now in the hands of Jenkins.
It was originally a jewelry box, and Jenkins had seen one of Alexia's ruby necklaces kept in it. But now inside is a flower bud made of ice. The moment it opened, white cold air overflowed from the box, as if someone had put dry ice inside.
"Be careful."
Alexia reminded.
"I know."
As he spoke, he let the flame expel the ice layer that spread to his palm with a crackling sound, and those ice crystals melted instantly. This box has been modified so that it can restrain the cold air from escaping, but after opening it still inevitably leaks a huge amount of energy.
"It's really a work of art."
Jenkins sighed at the bud. He thought his fantasy flower, which had grown to the penultimate stage, was the most beautiful flower, but now it seems that it is not.
The things in the box have the ability to attract people's attention, and the beauty formed by nature cannot be imitated no matter what.
"What is this? A numbered item? Or a special plant?"
he asked.
"A special plant, Nine-leaf Ice Crystal Flower."
"Never heard of it."
While shaking his head, he pushed Chocolate's little paw aside. Judging from the temperature of the flower buds, the moment the cat touches it, it is entirely possible to freeze it into a popsicle immediately.
"If you've heard of it, then I'd be surprised. It's a pretty dangerous plant, and there isn't even any record of its occurrence in this era. It can only function once, and that's the moment it's blown by the wind after ripening. The extreme cold of this flower will be fully integrated into the first gust of wind, and that gust of wind will freeze everything encountered along the way, no accident. If the location and time are right, hold this flower standing on the west coast of the road and blowing east , can freeze half of the continent.”
"Oh, this is really amazing. Alexia, you are so lucky to find something like this."
He sighed, still admiring the delicate structure of the bud. The naked eye can see some subtle lines appearing on the inner side of the buds, but they are not clear. I think these lines can be fully displayed after flowering.
"No, it's not luck. In fact... I planted this flower ten years ago."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Jenkins' expression, and the latter raised his eyebrows, "That's lucky enough. It took ten years for this flower to grow to this extent. I don't think ordinary people can do it."
He originally wanted to warn the friends in front of him not to use such a dangerous thing in a dangerous way. But after thinking about it, doing so would make it appear that she doesn't trust her, and Alexia is kind in nature, a good person no less than herself, so there is no need to warn her about this.
"Oh, is that so?"
Jenkins' thoughts at this time are very easy to understand, so the woman asked in her heart.
The hunting party will set off tomorrow morning and officially arrive at the hunting ground in the afternoon. Jenkins would take another look tomorrow night after evening classes and fighting lessons, and although it would be late, the girls had promised to wait for him.
"It's not ours, don't touch it."
He warned Chocolate, who was very interested in the bud, again, and returned to Nolan with it.
Jenkins only recently discovered that since he grew fantasy flowers with flower girl's fertilizer to the current growth stage, chocolate seemed to know the value, and he was no longer interested in those seeds in the church garden.
Although he would occasionally walk around twice as if he was patrolling the territory, it was obviously not as good as lying by the side as before.
Jenkins interpreted this as chocolate forgetting the old and getting tired of those funny seeds. As a kitten, it is unusual for it to be interested in something or an item for a long time.
Just like on Wednesday morning, Chocolate was still scratching the only remaining silver metal piece with his claws as usual, but in a blink of an eye, he actually took out the hands of the gift clock from Jenkins' coat pocket , and beat the former desperately with the latter.
He brought the pointer with him to ask Alexia to help him see what it could do, but he accidentally forgot about it because there were too many things to talk about yesterday. He didn't expect the cat to be interested in this kind of thing, but in order to prevent the pointer or metal block from being damaged, he snatched it back from under the cat's claws.
The investigation of what happened last night made no progress at all, and the church was unable to find the specific source of those undead creatures no matter what method they used. But also because of this, the church finally noticed the sightings of the dead around the city in the past two months during the investigation process.
At present, there is no evidence to prove that these two incidents are related, but since they both involve undead that should not appear in the city, sooner or later they will figure out what happened.
Pop blamed what happened yesterday evening on Jenkins' reckless actions. If he didn't track the skeleton, then what happened next wouldn't happen.
He emphasized the importance of safety again, and hoped that he would not be as curious as a cat in the future.
"Meow~"
Chocolate, who was drowsy, seemed to hear someone talking about herself, so she raised her head and looked around. Seeing that the two men were still talking, they lay down again.
The city has ushered in a short period of peace and tranquility, which also means that the probability of Jenkins encountering accidents in his daily life is greatly reduced.
Due to the accident on Tuesday evening, Jenkins stayed overnight at the church. This also means that he had to return to St. George's Avenue at noon on Wednesday to pick up the letters in the mailbox.
Leave your usual letters at home, and put the rest in the large outside pocket of your coat to read as you go.
Walking in the smoggy winter noisy streets, pedestrians and carriages pass by, the steam pipes on the wall shimmer in the faint sunlight, and the young man is holding his letter, his brows gradually wrinkled.