Since Morzak, the gang manager in the dock area, was killed a while ago, the dock area has been very uneasy recently. Although the sea ice has shown signs of melting, the chaos here is still not over.
The warehouse of ammunition stolen by Jenkins and Miss Yindi should be the cause of the chaos here. But Jenkins doesn't feel sorry for it, because regret doesn't do anything.
Although there seems to be no one in the dock area, if you look closely, there are people watching the area at the warehouse door or on the moored ships. For strangers who walked in suddenly, someone would naturally check, but Jenkins' lies were enough to solve all problems.
He does not go home to rest now, but comes here because of the extraordinary piece of the key keeper, that is, B-04-3-7292, [Soul Box]. From the memories I saw last night, it can be known that that thing is hidden here, and also here, there is also the information he collected in order to become the bestower.
After entering the dock area from the small path, instead of continuing to walk towards the seaside and trestle bridge, we continued to walk southward against the wall. Turn into the alley at the third alley, and pass [Mr. Will's Port Station], [Seafood Specialty Store], [Fishing Tackle Rental Shop], and finally see [Fun Kesi Hotel].
Due to the convenient shipping conditions in the wharf area, there are a large number of such small hotels. Among them, the closer to the main road, the more formal it is, and the hotels deep in the alleys are cheap, but it is difficult to guarantee safety.
Again relying on lies to convince the owner that he was the guest in Room 4 on the third floor, Jenkins took the spare key and walked up the creaking wooden stairs with his cat.
The hotel is filled with a putrid smell, which is the smell produced by years of incomplete cleaning. When Jenkins frowned and came to the second floor, he almost bumped into an old woman who was also holding a cat.
It's just that the black cat she was holding was not as beautiful as Jenkins' white cat. The cat even barked its teeth and claws and barked at Chocolate, but after a few seconds it was too scared to move by the bark of Chocolate.
The floor of the building is of poor quality wood, with planks warped from damp and rot everywhere. Room No. 4 on the third floor was easy to find, but he encountered trouble when he inserted the key into the keyhole. The key went in.
Accompanied by the screeching sound of the door rubbing against the floor, a small room without windows came into view. The rancid smell in the room became more serious, and the perennial lack of ventilation, coupled with the fact that the owner did not care about hygiene issues, made it difficult for the entrants to breathe.
He slammed the door behind him, trying to get the chocolate off his shoulders, but the cat wouldn't want to touch the dirty floor anyway. He could only put the cat back into the inside pocket of his coat, then walked to the rotten wooden bookshelf in the room, and picked up the enamel vial that was casually placed at eye level.
The bottle was about the size of Jenkins' thumb and was a speckled white. The cork was on, and the cork was clearly not the bottle's original stopper.
This is B-04-3-7292 [Soul Box]. Although the word [box] is in the name, it is actually a bottle. This name is because it was originally the soul box of an ancient lich in the 13th century, and has nothing to do with its specific appearance.
"this is very simple."
He uncorked the bottle and took a look to make sure the keykeeper's spirit was gone. Then he tossed the bottle twice before putting it back in his pocket.
Turning around to look at the somewhat messy room, he lowered his head and threw the pile of old clothes that he stumbled against to the wall. He squatted down and violently lifted the bed that was close to the ground, exposing a large hole in the floor.
The opening of the hole was covered by a dirty yellow linen cloth, and when it was opened, there were some identification documents and a lot of banknotes inside.
This is actually a safe house prepared by the old killer for himself, but unfortunately he was killed by Jenkins before he had a chance to use it. Jenkins left the identification documents untouched, but the gold pounds were to be taken.
Apart from these, the only valuable things left in the room are the materials on the bookshelves. To be on the safe side, the original owner hid all the important information he had obtained about the benefactor in the cracks of a thick book called "Introduction to Playwrights", which was thicker than the stone bricks used for construction . Jenkins also bought the book for the screenplay and knew there was a lot of information in it.
But the value of these things is very small. In the memory that was rushed last night, except for the two rituals of ability learning, the rest are some common things.
He is just an ordinary person, and to be able to obtain these is already considered very powerful.
There was a suitcase in the room. After Jenkins put the things he was going to take away in it, he took a novel with an interesting name on the shelf, and then opened the door to open it.
When the door was opened, a chunky man also wearing a black hat happened to pass by in the corridor. Because the wide brim of the hat hid his face, Jenkins could only see the stubble of his face. The short and fat man was also a little surprised that the door opened suddenly, but the two of them just nodded slightly as a greeting, and passed by.
"Blesser..."
Jenkins muttered in his heart, and continued walking downstairs with his suitcase without hesitation. He had to pay careful attention to the wooden steps under his feet, because some steps would make harsh sounds.
"I knew all kinds of strange people would appear in this kind of place."
Thinking to himself, he came to the corner of the second floor, turned around and continued downstairs. At this time, holding down the hat and raising the head, it happened to be in the direction of the third floor, and the movement of using the eyes of reality to observe was not abrupt at all.
"There are five benefactors in room 7 on the third floor, wait a minute, I seem to know two of them..."
His movement of going downstairs stopped immediately, but soon he continued to step down the stairs. After walking out of the hotel, I bought two towels at the grocery store outside, and asked for some hot water from the counter downstairs, and then walked back to Room 4 on the third floor.
The two acquaintances in room 7, one is the young duke from the Kingdom of Cheslan, and the other is Provence Lucart, who the church has tracked down for a long time but has no clue, who is the suspected black hand behind the resurrection of the undead.
The two of them appeared in a remote hotel in Nolan City, certainly not because of love. Although Jenkins usually doesn't want to get into trouble, he never avoids things related to himself.