Old Jack sighed and shook his head, then took some porridge from his own bowl with a spoon and put it in his mouth. I have to admit that Old Jack's craftsmanship is really great, especially his control over the temperature of the gas stove, which can be called the pinnacle.
"Then, Pompeii and you, whose pharmacy ability is stronger?"
Jenkins pretended to be curious and asked, and then provoked the old man's glaring:
"It goes without saying, of course it's me."
If this world is the world of comics, then old Jack's beard will definitely be raised to the sky at this moment.
"Jenkins, I can say this. In this era, there will not be more than 100 humans in the physical world who are more capable of pharmacy than me."
As he spoke, he proudly puffed out his chest. Jenkins put the spoon in his mouth immediately to avoid being caught giggling.
"Meow~"
The cat stuck on top of its head wondered why Jenkins didn't come to tease it. It looked down suspiciously, hesitated for a while, and then jumped down from the top of its head onto the table.
Jenkins thought that it was no longer angry, so he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the lying cat's back twice. Seeing Jenkins reaching out to touch it, Choco thought the man was apologizing, so he meowed reservedly, and was no longer angry.
"So, is there a way to determine whether someone has awakened an ancient xenogeneic bloodline?"
Jenkins finally got to the point of today's question. He made such a big circle just now to ask this sentence. This afternoon, he hadn't figured out the relationship between the wooden toy dagger and the evolution of abilities, but Jenkins had already begun to suspect something about the elves.
He hoped to get some help from Old Jack, after all, there was no news from the church.
"Most heterogeneous bloodlines will cause changes in appearance."
Jenkins quickly recalled himself in the mirror, and nothing seemed to have changed.
"It's easier for the bestower. The sudden appearance of new abilities is a sign of awakening... Well, there are also special items that allow people to obtain abilities directly without rituals. For example, the B -10-3-4093 [Reader's Notes], the ability that this item can learn is not limited to the blue alien ability. But similar items are extremely rare, and the probability of encountering them is even lower than that of my ancestors and aliens' personal friendship Secret' is even lower…”
Jenkins recalled again, although the appearance of most of his abilities was extremely coincidental, they were not untraceable. One of the blue alien abilities came from a gift from Mr. Barnard, and the other came from contact with unicorns. There was no problem.
"If none of these are available, then look for the answer from the dream. The awakening of the ancient power will bring some fragments of memory at the same time. Those alien powers are so overbearing."
This time Jenkins didn't need to recall. Although he often had some strange dreams, he never dreamed about elves. A huge black cat often appeared in the dream, but Jenkins was pretty sure that he didn't have powers related to exotic cats, otherwise "normal cat" Chocolate wouldn't be so disobedient.
The [Elegance of Cats] that appeared because of the experience in raising cats does not count, it is not the power of alien species.
"So I probably have nothing to do with elves."
Jenkins made a hasty initial judgment, but he didn't dispel his doubts because of this. Instead, he decided to seek advice from professionals who didn't want to do this matter, such as Miss Audrey, after returning to Nolan.
Pussy's little paw fiddled with Jenkins' fork, wanting to sigh that Jenkins was trying to get the truth out of the seer's hands.
In fact, what Old Jack said just now was quite correct. The signs he mentioned were all signs of the awakening of the alien blood. But the problem is that the special blood in Jenkins did not appear in his generation. That was all before the time traveler Dove occupied the magpie's nest at the end of last summer. The time span was as long as a hundred years, and the stupid stranger hadn't thought so far.
After talking about potions, old Jack asked if Jenkins was free tomorrow, Tuesday.
"I have nothing to do."
Most of his goals for coming to Shire have been achieved, and the purpose of vacation has also been achieved. What should be considered now is to return to Nolan.
"Huh? To me, there seems to be no difference between being in the Shire and being in Nolan..."
"It's fine, come with me to catch lost butterflies..."
Chocolate's ears immediately shook.
"Is that medicinal material?"
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, their wings are very important ingredients for potions. It's a pity that these little guys have only lived in the vicinity of Shire in the past three hundred years, and they only appear in fixed places every winter and early spring. You The sightings when I came last week were purely coincidental."
Old Jack sighed. He actually wanted to go out with Jenkins to prevent Jenkins from causing trouble everywhere. If Pop was here, he would laugh at the idea that going out with Jenkins was more dangerous than letting him go out alone with the cat.
"Meow~"
The cat didn't care about any danger. It touched its paws, eager to show its hunting talent in front of Jenkins, and take revenge on those stupid butterflies by the way.
The characteristic of the Lost Butterfly is that it can randomly teleport any life form it comes into contact with. This kind of space teleportation has a very high priority, and most abilities or items that confine space are ineffective against these butterflies.
And "contact" is not limited to direct contact, indirect contact through fur or clothing will also be judged as touching a whole, thus triggering teleportation. Only very few clothes made of special materials can block this kind of oneness judgment, and what old Jack provided Jenkins was a huge cloak that felt like a silk product.
When catching butterflies, two people need to put their respective cloaks on top of their heads, and they must always be careful that the butterflies come in through the gaps under their feet.
"I don't want to hear that people found you on an isolated island overseas after three months."
Old Jack used this sentence to warn Jenkins. Jenkins clutched the cloak in a daze, thinking that Old Jack's herbal shop might be more profitable than Papa's Antique Store.
Those butterflies will be active in the evening near the Cancra Canyon on the outskirts of Shire, so the two set off leisurely together after lunch. The coachman was very curious about their outfits, and was also interested in tools such as wooden boxes and net bags. When they saw the chocolate, they thought they were the mouse-catchers going to work in the countryside.
Along the way, very boring, Jenkinske and old Jack talked about the origin of stray butterflies, their history may be longer than Jenkins thought.
PS: There were a lot of typos in the three chapters yesterday, I have changed them according to the post, and you can see them after refreshing.