Entered some spirits, ate the strawberry that appeared on the fruit plate, and then put the green and red apples aside. The chocolate sniffed, not interested.
“The [Sun and Justice] Church…”
Holding the metal block, he said with emotion, and then whispered: "The sun is always shining, and the light of justice illuminates the world."
This sentence is the motto of the believers of [Eternal Blazing Sun] when they pray, which is similar to what Jenkins often said, "Your brilliance illuminates my way forward".
Nothing happened.
"It won't be that simple."
Jenkins muttered, and then carefully picked up the paper on the desk, on which was drawn the holy emblem of [Eternal Blazing Sun], with vertical golden lines extending from the holy emblem, like some kind of weird circuit diagram, all the way to the paper. side.
Most of the magical items are only allowed to be used by believers of the corresponding gods, but there is no absolute in the world. The Church of the Righteous God has developed a ritual. Through the special ritual matrix produced by the church, that is, the piece of paper, it is possible to temporarily use magical items that do not believe in gods as believers of different righteous gods. Of course, the alien gods must also be righteous gods. just work.
Jenkins couldn't get anything like that, he asked his father for the paper today, for which he owed an extra £30.
As for where Dad got it from, I don't know.
"If this doesn't work, it means that he is not a magical item of [Eternal Blazing Sun], but a captured magical item of a false god."
Put the metal block upright on the holy emblem, tighten the curtains, and recall the specially learned [Ritual·Divine Art Item Opening].
Chocolat lay beside the bed, watching curiously as Jenkins sat at the table next to the holy emblem, writing strings of weird letters with ink mixed with silver powder.
After everything was done, Jenkins faced the mirror, closed his left and right eyes one by one, and gently painted the holy emblem of the inheritance sage on the eyelids.
He wanted to find out another righteous god's magical item, so he had to declare his identity to prevent strange things from happening.
"If successful, the item will be temporarily activated."
While talking, Jenkins took a step back, bent forward and pressed his hand on the white paper, first prayed to the sage, and then slowly input his own spirit.
Backing away suddenly, the metal block began to glow, and Jenkins immediately opened the [Eye of Reality], only to see that the extremely dim golden light on the block disappeared, and as the object cracked, a shining bright golden light came out from the crack.
Not dazzling, but absolutely magnificent.
"What's the matter, the metal block is just a storage shell?"
Jenkins stretched out his head, and saw that the crack in the metal block was getting bigger and bigger, and it itself turned into sand and piled up on the desk.
In the end, there was only an irregular cylindrical jelly-like substance as thick as a little finger left on the table.
"Meow~"
Chocolate let out a sharp cry, and jumped up from the chest, trying to grab the piece of golden glue. Jenkins caught it quickly.
"This can't be eaten!"
But Chocolate is still struggling, he warned.
"Is there only sand left?"
Instead of touching the gel, he poked the sand with his fingers, "Isn't this the shell of some kind of special seal?"
Keeping in mind the next time I go to church, I will search for the earring information and the sealing ceremony, and reach out to pick up the golden gel.
Squeeze it, the elasticity is good. Entering his own spirit, there was no reaction at all.
"It can't be materials, or food, right?"
He thought about it uncertainly, but he didn't figure it out in the end. Put away these things, this is the first day of living alone, and there are many things to do tomorrow, but Jenkins unexpectedly did not feel sleepy.
He lay back on the bed bored, looking at the one white, one red, one green, one purple and two yellow light spots in front of him, trying to focus his energy on the purple light spots as usual before going to bed.
Nothing, no, that luxurious line of fate stretched out, and the end stretched out of the window.
"What happened? How did it activate?"
Jenkins got up with a grunt, and looked strangely at the direction where the lines disappeared. The chocolate on the side was dropped, and he protested meowingly.
"Anyway, it's fine now, why don't you go and have a look?"
It occurred to him suddenly, and he shivered.
"Am I the adventurous type?"
He muttered to himself, but he was unwilling. Walking around in place for a few times, thinking about the result of following the guidance of fate last time, he stomped his feet fiercely.
"Stay home, I'll be right back!"
He gave instructions to the chocolate, regardless of whether the cat could understand it or not, and quickly went downstairs in his slippers.
Chocolate stood on the bed, the light of the red and blue double moons made the black and white fur show a somewhat magical light. She lightly jumped onto the window sill, watching her master call out the black robe from the shadows to transform into another person, and then discreetly disappeared at the other end of St. George Street.
"Meow~"
The little milk cat jumped up with its upper limbs, grabbed the window switch, pushed the window open, jumped onto the window sill outside the window, pushed the window tightly, and then jumped down, followed its owner and disappeared into the night.
Jenkins knew that doing so was a bit of a crime, but he still wanted to find out. I brought all the ritual items and supernatural items that I could carry with me, but the last experience proved that as long as I didn't die, I shouldn't die.
Although he still doesn't know the conditions under which [Unknown Way Ahead] can be activated, he originally thought it was the end of the road, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.
The thread guiding fate did not turn to a strange place, avoiding the strange guys who appeared in the dark, Jenkins came to the next block, and the purple thread went straight into the door of an apartment with the gilt number plate 112A on the door.
At this moment, Jenkins thought of the night when he "killed and robbed".
He hesitated for a moment, saw a mailbox standing on the left side of the door, reached out and shook the small door, it was locked.
"I am a decent gentleman."
He said to himself, carefully took out an iron wire, poked a few times in the keyhole of the small brass lock, click~
Moonlight illuminated the inside of the mailbox, and there was only one letter. Checking left and right to see if there was no one, he took out the letter, and the addressee column read "Wayne Barnard".
I was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was Mr. Barnard's full name.
"oh."
He sighed, restored the mailbox to its original state, and then knocked on the door in his current appearance—a fat, middle-aged man in a light-colored woolen jacket.
"Who is it?"
A weak female voice came from inside the door.
"Hello, I am a friend of Mr. Barnard."
Jenkins thought of a lame excuse, "Is Mr. Barnard home?"
"Oh, hello."
The woman opened the door unsuspectingly. It was a tall and thin woman with tears on her face for some reason.