"I have no idea."
Jenkins leaned back on the sofa, looking distressed:
"I don't have any well-informed information channels."
"No, you know, Jenkins, it's just that you don't realize it yet. Everything is happening around you, and you are like the protagonist on the stage..."
Alexia's words are meaningful:
"I found some materials in the library of the Stuart royal family. Did you know that the so-called [Emblem of the Savior] is formed, although most of them are obtained after mastering specific abilities, but it is not limited to this."
"So what else is there?"
Jenkins leaned slightly and asked.
"I can't tell."
"Do you know something?"
"Yes, but fate always favors those who don't deliberately pursue. Jenkins, I can't tell you too much, but recently, in the time other than dealing with that sword, think carefully about what you are going to face next. It may be of great significance for you to defeat that sword."
Because of Alexia's words, Jenkins had a very strange dream that night.
At the beginning of the dream, he was still frightened by a huge black cat as usual. But in an instant, the black cat disappeared, and the skeleton sword destroyed his house. The neighbor's Goodman family and Miss Silver Flute all turned into undead and wanted to attack him, but they were wiped away by the paw of chocolate that came out of nowhere.
"What the hell is this doing? Chocolate is so powerful?"
After days of exhaustion, he didn't even realize that this was a dream.
"It's a circus, don't you forget?"
The old man dressed as a clown jumped out of the grass beside him, and he was wearing Miss Stuart's blue dress.
"circus?"
Jenkins, who was startled by his father's skirt, woke up instantly, and stared wide-eyed at the holy emblem illuminated by the moonlight on the side of the desk.
"Oh, God, I forgot about the circus, but there are a large number of high-level bestowers there!"
Although it is said that he thinks day by day and dreams at night, for Jenkins, whose soul is extremely strong, the dream is very likely to be some kind of omen. He has been looking forward to what form the black cat in the dream will appear in his life, and the dream just now is obviously a prophetic dream.
"Does this count as an introduction to divination?"
He widened his eyes thinking.
"Meow~"
The chocolate next to the pillow makes a sleepy sound, it's bed time, and the kitten needs to sleep.
Miss Audrey mentioned about predictive dreams in her divination class, but in the past, Jenkins had never had such a clear dream.
"Could it be that Will Kawan is hiding in the circus now?"
Jenkins has already started planning his day.
It was only two in the morning when he was woken up by his dad in a dress, but Jenkins couldn't sleep after that. It's not that I'm recalling the funny look of my father, but I'm thinking about the encounters with the circus.
It was clearly out of the ordinary, something Jenkins had recognized when Beldyran first met. It's just that various things in the past made it too late for him to deal with the group of people in the circus, but now that there are signs, there must be something wrong with that place.
He couldn't wait to look at the roof with wide eyes, and when the pocket watch showed that it was six o'clock, he got up, changed his pajamas and broke into the corridor.
Chocolate shrunk into the shape of a fur ball beside the pillow, and it didn't intend to follow, after all, there would be no danger.
The church at six o'clock was quiet, but not without people. Generally speaking, the morning prayer will be held at 6:30, and the teaching staff who participated in the prayer have already started to prepare.
The children in the choir were up early, too, and Jenkins caught sight of Finny as he crossed the courtyard. She was squatting by the nursery in the garden, not knowing what she was doing, Jenkins left in a hurry without saying hello to the girl, he was in a hurry now.
Go to the building where Miss Bevanna's office is located. Then he suddenly realized that he didn't even know where Miss Bevanna's home was. He hesitated for a while standing by the white jade-like stair column, and when he looked up, he saw Mr. Collinshire, the secret keeper, directing the apprentices, walking down the stairs carrying a huge wooden box.
The surface of the wooden box was covered with holy emblems of sages, and famous quotes from religious books were written in dark blue ink on the empty space. Such a solemn seal made Jenkins suspect that the contents inside might be void monsters. Cub. The group of people also looked extremely nervous, as if what they were carrying was a steam bomb that was about to explode.
"Hi Jenkins."
The Keeper waved to Jenkins, but kept his eyes on the wooden box:
"Be careful, it's okay to walk slowly, but be careful!"
"Mr. Collinshire, do you know where Miss Bevanna is now?"
Jenkins asked.
"Today is Wednesday... She should be doing morning exercises behind the Gate of Vientiane. I heard that there is her favorite red bean paste pie for breakfast today. You can see him at restaurant No. 9 at seven o'clock. Sorry, please let me go."
"Oh, sure, thank you... what is this?"
He still asked out of curiosity, and the secret keeper immediately replied that although this thing is dangerous, it has not been kept secret from Jenkins:
"A few days ago, the church found a new room in the ancient ruins near the dragon. I didn't expect this thing to still exist. People haven't found it for many epochs. A-06-1-6269, [Good night, I children of].”
"Oh, sage~"
Jenkins sighed softly, immediately took another step back, and then watched the group walk to the corridor on the second floor.
The appearance of this strange thing is a rusty rectangular iron box, which should be hollow in terms of weight. It doesn't have any texture on its surface, it's just engraved with "Good night, my child" in ancient human language. Its characteristic is that as long as it stays in a certain range for more than 24 hours, or suffers a major impact, all ordinary people within 700 square miles (approximately 1812.99 square kilometers) of its center will fall into a deep sleep.
In other words, if A-06-1-6269 had an effect in the church at this moment, the entire city, including a part of the suburbs and the sea, would fall into a deep sleep.
There is no way to resist this dangerous trick. Once triggered, the sleeper will never wake up unless it is moved again. But it was active in the 13th era, and the church lost its whereabouts after that. Dad also mentioned that someone proposed to revoke its number, but it was unexpectedly stored in an uninhabited underground ruins.