Wanting to understand the reason for the old gravekeeper's coma, Jenkins placed him under the tree, then turned around and continued to check the coffin.
The inside of the coffin is covered with white silk cloth, the middle of the head and the tail are empty, music boxes and letters, and wooden toy daggers.
Such placement is very unreasonable. There should be something at the head of the coffin, and judging from its position, it should be a very important thing. After thinking about it for a while, I guessed that it was the divinity that Jenkins had used, but I didn't know what the original form of existence was.
He hesitated for a moment, and chose to grab the coffin board to take out the letter first. There was no information left on the envelope, and it wasn't even sealed, just simply folded.
The content inside is only a piece of paper, and on the paper are three short sentences written in delicate fonts:
[The one in the head is the reward.]
[Central please send it to my followers.]
[Please use your feet to save the world.]
Because of the Elven Whispers and Miss Stuart’s box some time ago, Jenkins is used to reading these secret letters from top to bottom and from left to right many times.
But this letter has no redundant meaning, all the meaning is expressed here.
"First of all, it can be confirmed now that this matter must be calculated by the God of Music."
Jenkins muttered to himself, staring at the letter as if trying to see a flower in the blank.
"Secondly, the music box is a gift, and I need to give it to the believers of the God of Music."
Before opening the coffin, Jenkins did not see the aura of the gift at all, nor did he feel the call of the gift to himself. The coffin obviously had extraordinary powers, but Jenkins wouldn't take it away.
Regardless of whether this is auspicious or not, Jenkins does not dare to have any unreasonable thoughts as long as he thinks that an equally powerful god has attached power to it.
"He wants me to save the world... Mister Piscoe again? This dagger..."
This is also a Class C [gift], and the aura is stronger than the music box.
"In the end, divinity is the reward... But I have already taken the reward, what should I do if I can't fulfill the entrustment..."
Jenkins did not conclude a contract with [Wonderful Music], so in theory, it doesn't matter if he doesn't complete the things mentioned in the letter.
But things will not be so simple, he is still a mortal now, and will live in the material world for a long time. Besides, he had really taken away that precious reward.
"Okay, I agree."
He said to the air, and then reached into the coffin again, trying to fish out the music box and dagger toys together.
When the palm of his right hand touched the music box, he absorbed it into his spirit. And the moment the other hand touched the wooden dagger, a gust of warm air flowed down the arm to the heart.
The world seemed to stand still at that moment, and everything in the vision returned to nothingness. A small tree wavered before Jenkins' eyes in the utterly terrifying darkness.
It worked hard to emit light in the lightless emptiness, faint but extremely firm. Jenkins felt that he couldn't think anymore, and stretched out his right hand uncontrollably, just in time to meet the first branch that stretched forward from the small tree.
Boom~
The nothingness shatters like glass, revealing the hidden real world. Jenkins was still standing in the cemetery, but the toy wooden dagger had been taken out by him at some point.
"what happened?"
No one could answer him.
The body didn't feel any abnormality. On the contrary, compared with a few seconds ago, the body and spirit were abnormally healthy and active at this moment. He lowered his head and looked at the toy dagger in his hand again, frowning for a while before taking it back into his spirit.
The ability to call out the light spot, the green one in the center, has quietly changed:
[The Origin of Life (Green Life)]
The sapling of the soul emblem also grew up a bit, just like the time when [Contact Healing] evolved into [Healing Breath].
He remained silent for a long time, because he lacked too much effective information, and he didn't understand what happened.
Not long after, the old gravekeeper also woke up. He didn't lose any memory, but there were subtle deviations in the memory of some key points.
It seems that after Jenkins came here, he simply opened the coffin, and the corpse inside was lying there as it was.
"The rot is a bit serious, but Mr. Williams, you are really brave. Have you ever worked in this area before?"
The old man said to the empty coffin, and then prayed for a while before calling Jenkins to nail the coffin and bury it back.
Looking at the empty coffin with the lid open, Jenkins suddenly felt a chill for some reason.
After restoring Miss Jones' tomb to its original state, the two turned and left. Jenkins didn't want to stay here for a moment, but he had to sign the gravekeeper's belongings list in order to take the jewelry box away.
Taking the old man's old pen, Jenkins opened the booklet directly, but he turned a little far behind, and had to turn two pages forward.
His eyes saw the contents of the wrongly turned page, and the movements of his hands stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
The gravekeeper asked with concern, thinking that there was a problem with his own records.
"Well... Did you not come here for a while last year? I found that the handwriting on these two pages is different from other places."
"Yes, I fell seriously ill last fall. It just so happened that the church couldn't spare anyone to take care of me at that time, so I asked a trustworthy young man to help."
This is consistent with what Jenkins knew. Before Jenkins arrived last fall, the Huntress' intelligence showed that the cemetery was guarded by ordinary people during that time. That's why he dared to sneak in at night boldly and obtained that drop of divinity.
"Trust young man... what's his name?"
"Scruw Pompeii, we were neighbors for ten years before I came to work here. Later he went to other places to go to school, but he would come back occasionally. He came back once last fall. He came to visit me by the way, and I Let him help guard for a week."
"Scruw Pompeii..."
This handwriting is the same as the handwriting Jenkins found in the ruins of the collapsed apartment. Although he is not an expert in handwriting identification, such ugly letters are still easy to recognize.
"Has he a permanent residence in the Shire?"
"No, Skrull usually lives in a friend's house, or rents a short-term rental apartment by himself. Three years ago, there was an unpleasant incident because of this incident. It seems that the landlord stole his things and hid them..."