Maybe it was the ugly corpses that left a deep impression on Jenkins at night. After he got home, he couldn't sleep with his eyes closed. The stove beside him was burning quietly. Lying on his side, he could see the shadow of the sofa reflected on the curtain in the distance.
The cat appeared to be asleep because it was on the couch and Jenkins was on the rug, so Jenkins couldn't see its profile.
I plan in my mind to move back to the bedroom on the second floor when the weather gets warmer, but I feel that I might lose sleep tonight. He simply lifted the quilt and sat up, called out the miner's lamp and said "Lakul" lightly, and his soul ascended to the extremely high starry sky.
Protoss seems to have time at any time, at least that's how Jenkins feels. This was no different from previous meetings. The endless astral tide surged around the two of them, and the surging sea of stars could always calm Jenkins down.
"Good evening, I think your area is experiencing the night of the physical world."
Protoss bowed slightly, and Jenkins nodded in response.
"Sorry to interrupt again, but I have some questions I want to ask. This involves some hidden secrets, I hope you can get your guidance."
"Don't dare to say guidance, just ask."
Lacour stretched out a hand to make a gesture of invitation, and Jenkins also noticed that the large transparent book in her hand was slowly turning the pages.
"My city is experiencing a new round of crisis, related to the undead..."
He considered his words, trying to avoid some sensitive topics, and Lacourt nodded to show that he understood.
"It has something to do with some very strange undead. I can be sure that those undead appeared because of weird things. My eyes can see something different."
Protoss still had a peaceful expression on his face, and was not surprised by this.
"My mortal friends and teachers all believe that what can cause such a level of resuscitation must be an extremely terrifying monster, but I still haven't determined who my opponent is."
"A strange thing that can revive and control the undead..."
Lacour looked down at his book, and the pages were flipping rapidly.
"Any more details?"
"You can easily revive high-level undead and control them."
The pages of the book turned a little slower.
"It can interfere with divination. At present, all divinations are unable to know which weird thing is working. Yes, it is impossible to divination at all."
The pages turned more slowly.
"It can control a huge number of undead creatures at one time, and there is no limit to the types."
Lacour nodded, the book in her hand had stopped flipping. With transparent fingers on the page, she told Jenkins her conclusion:
"According to your description, three of the creepy things I have recorded match your description, yes, they are indeed quite dangerous items.
The first one is A-06-2-8403 [Skull of Immortal Lukes], holding the skull burning with the fire of the soul, anyone will bathe in the blue fire and become the master of the undead;
The second one is A-09-1-7300 [Necronomicon], a book composed of human skin and countless profane languages. In addition to recording the terrible knowledge of necromancy, anyone who opens it will automatically gain control abilities of the undead;
The third piece is A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of Revenant], a terrible weapon born in the crevice of death, representing the ultimate item of the secret of the undead, and the holder will become the king of the undead. "
"Ok, I see."
These three items are no strangers to Jenkins. A-06-2-8403 [The Skull of Undead Lukes], about 500 years ago, was sealed in the crater of the outer sea by the Church of the Sages, using ground fire and magma to suppress its strange characteristics. There are more than three figures of scribes stationed near the volcano to guard it all the year round, and at least ten secret keepers who are older than Mr. Smith have been stationed near that thing for life. The situation of sealing it back then was also painted into an oil painting and hung in the church of the church. There is one in Nolan Parish, just next to Jenkins' oil painting of beheading a snake.
Jenkins had heard his father and Miss Bevanna talk about it more than once, and it was impossible for him to forget the number.
A-09-1-7300 [Necronomicon] is known to almost everyone. In the ancient era, it caused great trouble countless times. And due to some specific reasons, the [Necronomicon], like the A-03-1-6660 [Demon Document] that Jenkins had contacted, has an unknown number of copies in different languages.
These manuscripts themselves have extraordinary power, and the most intuitive manifestation is that people cannot perceive the horror of the manuscripts before opening the book. This has led to incidents occurring almost every year due to the manuscripts of the [Necronomicon], which the Orthodox Church deeply hates.
The last A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Revenant] has some extraordinary fate with Jenkins. The big event caused by it thirty years ago directly led to Robert Williams coming to Nolan and marrying Wife and children. From this perspective, the skull sword has a certain degree of connection with the birth of Jenkins.
"Only these three?"
The scope is even smaller than Jenkins thought.
"At least according to my records, there are only these three."
Protoss nodded. Although she was not a creature born at the beginning of the world, she has also seen most of the history of this diverse world. Her conclusions were infallible, and Jenkins was a strong believer in it.
Because of the incident in the [Omniscient Mirror] last year, Protoss promised Jenkins that he could do his best to help him once in the material world. Jenkins thinks that this opportunity will probably come soon. If he really has to face countless armies of undead at some point in the future, then the best way other than sweeping everything with divine power is to let the boundless sky above his head The starry sky exerts its power.
When I bid farewell to the protoss and returned to the material world, I couldn't help using sleepiness. Jenkins got up to take another look at the chocolate and fall asleep, only to find that the cat was gone.
There is still residual warmth on the small cushions of the sofa, which means that the cat has not gone too far. Jenkins got up and listened to the sound, walked around, and found it in the basement as expected.
The cat was standing in the separated mezzanine on the operation table where Jenkins prepared the medicine, sniffing his fantasy flower with its nose. This flower was brought back from Loen last time, and Jenkins felt that letting Alexia or Miss Stuart take care of it was a troublesome behavior.