"Meow~"
Seeing Jenkins standing where he was dreaming, Chocolate immediately reminded the man that he should do something serious now.
In addition to things related to experimental abilities, Jenkins also wants to try out the newly acquired wooden toy dagger. It doesn't even have a sharpened edge, so it won't hurt the skin even if you swipe it hard in the palm of your hand.
The magic of this weapon is that it was left by the gods and told by the gods that it can "save the world", and it directly promoted the evolution of Jenkins' soul original ability.
When thinking of the source of life, one naturally thinks of life, then of the undead, and then of the skeleton sword. It is very possible that the God of Music wanted to entrust Jenkins to defeat the sword, but Jenkins did not understand at all why she had to entrust this matter.
"Because he is a good god, he regards maintaining world peace as his own job, and even sacrifices a drop of divinity for it?"
He guessed, and then forcefully inserted the dagger in his hand into the ground under his feet. It's the same as before, but nothing happens, the wood doesn't grow.
"Sure enough, it's not that simple. What kind of material is this? Is it the World Tree?"
He himself did not believe this conclusion.
He muttered to himself, and using his own strength, he inserted the wooden dagger deeply into a nearby fruit tree without leaves, but there was still no response.
Relentless, Jenkins cut open his palm with the knife he carried with him, put part of the toy dagger into the fresh flesh and injected it with spirit, but there was still no effect.
"Do you want to find an undead to try the effect? But Dad, he never taught me the ritual of reviving the undead."
He clicked his lips in confusion, held the dagger in his left hand, and lightly poked the cat's butt on his shoulder.
"Meow~"
Chocolat originally stood with his back to look at the scenery, but immediately made a threatening sound after being poked, looking like he was going to bite someone. When he understood what Jenkins wanted to do, the whiskers on both sides of his furry cheeks quivered with anger. This was the first time Jenkins had seen such an expression on a cat.
Chocolate, of course, would not forgive Jenkins for such an offense. Until they returned to Old Jack's herbal shop, the kittens all looked like they were baring their teeth and wanting to give Jenkins a paw.
"Don't forget the time I turned into a mouse last time!"
Jenkins brought up the old story again, threatening revenge, the cat swiped him with its tail, and then jumped from the shoulder to Jenkins' head, and then lay there and refused to get off.
It was already dark, and there was no one in the store. Old Jack and Jenkins chatted for a few more words, and then began to arrange dinner. During this period, the cat lay on top of Jenkins' head, and Jenkins had to stiffen his neck, for fear that it would fall off if he tilted his head.
"Speaking of which, your cat has been taking the potion of enlightenment of animal wisdom for about half a year. Has it changed?"
Old Jack asked as he handed the plate to Jenkins.
"Very smart, sometimes not as smart as a cat."
He expressed his feelings without seeing the eyes of the cat above his head.
"Normal, this means that your cat's physique is very suitable for this kind of potion. Most pets that become smarter will sneak into the kitchen to rummage for food at the beginning. Does your kitten have this behavior? ?”
asked old Jack.
"Yes!"
Jenkins wanted to nod desperately, but with the grumpy cat still on top of his head, he could only show his approval louder.
"Apart from that, it has learned the ability to become invisible, change simple coat colors, and sometimes I even feel like it can read my mind."
Chocolate Jenkins turned his head guiltily.
"That's a little bit out of the ordinary..."
"Meow~"
"...but it's normal. It probably has an extraordinary bloodline. You've probably heard that in this world, there are sand cats similar to A-03-1-7299, or B-11-05-2333 Humanoid cat beasts, or special species such as the legendary moon-swallowing civet."
As Old Jack said, he turned and continued to process the pot of soup. But when they sat at the table, they had completely forgotten the conversation just now.
Now that potions were mentioned, Jenkins had to ask about the bloodline awakening potion, which was also the main purpose of coming to Shire that he claimed to his father. Although it is already known that the thing came from the hands of Skrull Pompeii, the sword-bearer of the skeleton sword, Jenkins still does not understand the relevant issues.
Old Jack has already obtained some information passed by Nolan, and he has also checked some of the texts that were repeatedly searched at Skrull Pompey's house a few days ago.
"That's not a good thing."
The old man sighed, as if recalling something from the past, he paused, looked at Jenkins and the cat above his head, and said softly:
"The believers of the Great One [Spirit of Nature] believe that most of the things in this world that violate nature must pay a corresponding price, including the current steam industry. Although I am not a believer in that righteous god, I also Some agree with this point of view. The bloodline awakening potion is something that completely violates the laws of nature, and the forced return to the ancestors can only lead to the rapid demise of the body."
He sighed, but didn't look at Jenkins, lest he be amused by the movement of the cat above his head and spoil the seriousness of the conversation.
"The awakening of the alien blood of modern humans is essentially a coincidence and an inevitable accident. External stimuli that violate the natural process will definitely lead to irreversible damage to the body. I remember the information from Nolan showing that , that woman who drank the potion has been mentally abnormal since the beginning, and her body is getting weaker and weaker... "
"Yes, when we captured her, no one could confront her head-on. In the end, a large number of spell traps caught her, but now she can't even open the cage."
Jenkins recalled.
"Were you there?"
Old Jack asked in surprise, there was no such information in the information he received.
"Yes."
Jenkins wants to brush it off lightly.
Hearing this, old Jack regretted letting Jenkins wander around when he first arrived last week. In the letter sent by the father in advance, although Jenkins' ability to cause trouble was mentioned, after all, old Jack didn't know those secrets, and thought that Oliver was still the same as before, overprotecting his apprentice.
"Of course, that Skrull Pompeii doesn't need to worry about damage to the user's body. After all, he just wants to use this potion to create as many special types of undead as possible. I really don't know. It should be said that he is a genius. Still crazy."
PS: The subscription situation in the last month is half of that before the summer vacation, which can be called a cliff-shaped drop (cover your face). But don’t worry (look up), this won’t affect the progress of this book, I just hope you don’t lose weight as much as possible, it hurts your confidence (bow your head and cover your face again).