Jenkins couldn't figure out the issue of the saint's body after thinking about it, and worried that the gravekeeper would come over after finishing his business, so he could only bite the bullet and declare that the inspection was a complete failure.
When walking out of the cemetery, I passed the gravekeeper again. He used a rope to string up a bunch of fat mice with a look of revenge.
"Do you need one, sir? Your cat may need a treat, he's really too thin."
The cat looked at the string of voles with mud still stuck to them, and showed a proud expression of disgust.
"No, thank you very much, Little Coconut is on a diet recently, so I can't eat such meaty things."
This excuse is very good. It can not only evade the enthusiasm of the grave guard, but also warn the greedy cat not to eat too much.
"Okay then, but your cat is really beautiful. I like cats, of course, not black cats. In places like ours, black cats mean bad luck and disaster..."
(Chocolate fluttering butterflies... )
I went back to Old Jack's herbal shop smoothly, but I didn't expect there were still customers there when the sun was about to set.
Old Jack was busy entertaining guests at the front, but there were still medicines to be prepared in the quiet room at the back. Instead of asking Jenkins to entertain the guests, he asked him to dispense the medicine in the back.
"But… "
"It's a very simple potion. I posted the formula on the wall."
Jenkins immediately suspected it was premeditated.
The name of that potion is [Cong//Ming Yao], a very straightforward and simple name, even a bit vulgar. The recipe uses plenty of fruit juices to sweeten the taste, and less than a drop of what really works.
Drinking this potion will not make you smarter permanently, but will temporarily make your body full of energy, your mind will become more active, and you will be full of positive and optimistic spirit.
A bottle of [Cong//Ming Yao] with a thick thumb and a long thumb is valid for about half an hour, which depends on each person's physique. And within a day after taking the medicine, the body will show a state of extreme fatigue and extreme lethargy. Very rarely, this agent can cause permanent brain damage, but it is not known why.
"So what's the use of this thing?"
Jenkins was wearing a white apron and leather gloves, shaking the reagent bottle, muttering softly.
The biggest difficulty in configuring these potions is not in the production process, but in keeping the chocolate away from the spare fruits at all times. And the cat has no interest in the large amount of herbs piled up in the room. From this point of view, at least its taste is still normal.
At the end of the day's business, Jack Sr. and Jenkins dined together in the back of the store. He also judged the potion made by Jenkins, and everyone praised his technique.
"Perhaps you should really come to me as an apprentice."
"No."
He flatly refused.
"Then would you mind learning how to configure some common potions?"
"..."
Jenkins had no reason to refuse.
He spent the rest of the night in Old Jack's quiet room. The two not only configured the more common [Brad potion] (red potion, to speed up wound healing) and [Speer's potion] (blue potion, to restore the tired spirit), but also tried the extremely complicated [ Austrian water]. Because some mulberries were added for seasoning, the overall color of the potion was purple, and its ability covered all the functions of [Brad potion] and [Speed potion]. Of course, its side effects are also greater.
In this way, Saturday came safely. Before breakfast, Jenkins went to the door to get newspapers, milk and letters. Surprisingly, one of these letters was addressed to Jenkins, and the sender was actually Robert.
"Does your father have anything to do with you? You are in your twenties now, so it's impossible for him to worry about you going out by yourself?"
Old Jack asked with a newspaper.
"No, of course not."
Jenkins shook his head violently. After opening the letter, he seemed to see something incredible.
"Father told me that there are distant relatives of our family in Shire... Over the years, I have never heard of this... Well, in the distant childhood, I seem to have heard about it once from my elder brother."
The memory of this incident is hidden in the deepest part of Jenkins' original owner's mind. If Robert hadn't sent the letter, he might never have remembered it.
"Want to visit them?"
Old Jack asked again, holding a teacup.
"Yes, my father said that the two sides have not been in touch for many years, and our family does not usually come to Shire. Since I am here on a business trip, it is only natural to visit... Please tell me, how should I call my grandfather The adopted son of my cousin's grandson?"
Old Jack thought for a while:
"There is no blood relationship... Then just call them by name, remember to be polite."
"It makes sense."
Jenkins suddenly realized.
This visit was doomed to be useless, because Jenkins knew very well that the Oakland Williams whom Robert had mentioned in the letter had been buried in a suburban cemetery, and he had seen it yesterday. But he couldn't bring it up because he had "never been to that cemetery".
There is indeed the possibility of the same name, but Jenkins does not think that even the birth year will overlap.
According to Robert's letters, William of Shire lived in a rented flat on the outskirts of the city. The thin landlady looked impatient when Jenkins knocked on the door. She held a cup of hot tea in her hand, and behind the woolen socks stood a white cat curiously looking at the visitor.
It was supposed to be a female cat with a bell and a small bow around her neck and seemed interested in chocolate.
"Meow~"
The white cat makes friendly noises.
"Meow~"
Chocolate made a disgusted sound.
"Who are you looking for?"
Middle-aged women don't even use honorifics.
"I'm looking for Oakland Williams."
"Oakland?"
The woman looked surprised, as Jenkins expected, and then looked at Jenkins' face.
"Oh, he's a relative, right? I do feel that your face is very familiar."
"Um?"
This time it was Jenkins who was surprised. Oakland Williams was the son adopted by distant relatives of the Williams family, and it was absolutely impossible for him to have a similar face.
"I mean, I've seen your face in his pictures...sorry, he died last fall."
When talking about the deceased, the woman finally put away her rushing expression. Instead of telling Jenkins to leave immediately, she took off the chain and opened the door.
"Old Oakland has no relatives, and I have never lost his relics. If you are the 'Nolan's relatives' he mentioned at the end of last year, then take that box away, it's worthless anyway..."
PS: Patch: Chapter 710, [Building the Stage] Ability is changed from white base to yellow spell, which can be seen after refreshing the chapter. Yesterday's information article (2), the new content can only be seen after refreshing the chapter in the upper right corner.
Another: Someone asked me for chapter push again.
The title of the book is "As an npc, I just want to continue the family", author: Bo Hui, an ordinary hunter npc, in a world where the players descend on demons and ghosts, guarantees the continuation of the family, at the same time, abides by the family promise to protect the world, and fights wits with the players all the way Be brave, fight evil gods and monsters, and write a hymn of courage and legend with a mortal body.
Involved elements: Cthulhu elements, dnd elements, Victorian style, the world under steampunk