"It is clear that lost butterflies are the product of concepts. They themselves represent the fear of the unknown world of humans in the barbaric era."
"That's really an ancient race!"
Jenkins sighed, moved his buttocks on the seat of the car to make room for looking around at the chocolate, and asked curiously:
"Then why didn't the lost butterfly leave the material world with the aliens?"
"No, they also left with the alien species. At least in the last epoch, there was no record of any human beings witnessing them in the Orthodox Church... These groups around Shire are probably newly born. They themselves were born from concepts and reappeared Anywhere is possible."
The wheels of the carriage probably overwhelmed the stone, and the carriage bumped a bit. Old Jack immediately reached out and held down the wooden box beside him.
"So are there any ancient legends about these butterflies? Since they come from such a long time ago, I think they should also have interesting legends?"
Jenkins held down his cat as well, and although it was back on his lap, it still looked startled by the sudden shaking.
"certainly."
Old Jack nodded, opened the side window, and took out a small round flat metal box from his pocket. He snapped open the box, took out the blades of grass, rolled them in cigarette paper, and struck a match to light them. Putting it in his mouth and taking a deep breath, Jenkins suspected that the smoke had been sucked into his lungs, and then exhaled out of the window with a long breath.
It wasn't a cigarette, because Old Jack didn't use tobacco. According to him, the slender and yellowish leaves have a refreshing effect. Smoking in the way of smoking can keep you awake all day.
The most important thing was that the smoke he exhaled had no smell, otherwise Old Jack wouldn't have smoked in the compartment.
"There are so many stories about lost butterflies, and some of them are known even to ordinary people. I think you should know the legend of the legendary paladin Silver Hand Strange. In the current story, he was attacked by a butterfly. Guided, I found the lost silver holy sword. But in fact, that lucky guy was just transferred to the ancient ruins by the lost butterfly."
Jenkins immediately showed a surprised expression in cooperation. The story of this ancient hero is one of the boys' favorite adventure legends when they were young.
"Another example is the story of the lost butterfly and the ancient calamity. There is no clear record of this story, and it is spread by word of mouth."
Chocolate's ears shook twice.
"That was also a thing in ancient times. A certain terrible creature met a group of lost butterflies, and a fierce battle broke out between the two. In the end, the terrible number of butterflies transferred the unknown creature to a remote desert, and the relationship between them The battle indirectly tore apart the space at the extreme eastern maelstrom of the ocean of the material world."
Jenkins showed a surprised expression again, he likes such legends very much. But the man didn't notice that the cat on his lap was licking his paws, and Chocolate hated those butterflies.
The two bid farewell to the coachman at Yuanmu Village in the outer suburbs, and agreed on a time to pick them up. Then they walked along the muddy path through the village and headed towards the canyon deep in the mountains.
Yuanmu Village is the closest village to the destination, so if you want to go there, Yuanmu Village is the only way to go. The writer and the cat from the city were originally very interested in the small village in the countryside, but after walking a few steps, they were suffocated by the stench of the village and fled quickly.
People here don't have any concept of hygiene. The mixed living of humans and animals and the wanton accumulation of excrement have caused very serious air problems. Fortunately, Nolan is not here, otherwise the great plague would break out and none of the villagers would be able to escape.
It was already around 4:00 pm when we arrived near the canyon. Jenkins, who had been walking for nearly two hours, felt a little tired. There is no road leading here, they can only walk in the wilderness and woods, especially with a cat standing on his shoulder, of course Chocolate is not willing to walk through this kind of uneven, feces-distributed forest .
But old Jack didn't seem to have a problem at all. Compared with Jenkins who was a little out of breath, he looked like a young and strong young man.
"Since I was thirty-five years old, I have been drinking various potions to improve my body. Therefore, compared to appreciating antiques, preparing potions is more worthwhile for a promising young man like you."
Old Jack has not given up bewitching Jenkins, but Jenkins is very determined. The loyalty he showed made Old Jack appreciate it very much. The more he did this, the more he thought that Oliver had picked up the treasure.
The danger of catching stray butterflies is not great, so in order to catch the required number as soon as possible, the two separated after entering the canyon. The bottom of the canyon is dark and damp, and the snow on the ground has not melted at all. Old Jack went to the middle of the canyon, while Jenkins stood at the entrance of the canyon, ensuring that at least one person could stand in the butterfly swarm after the butterfly swarm appeared.
Before leaving, Old Jack repeatedly told Jenkins to put on his cloak. Jenkins nodded while arranging his tools, and then caught the sniffing cat in his pocket, fearing that he would be teleported away by the butterfly.
"Don't move!"
He warned, and then saw the small cat's head protruding from his pocket, the cat nodded obediently, and the cat's wide eyes looked very cute.
"I don't want to find you thousands of miles away. If you leave me, no one will feed you every day."
Jenkins urged again, and the cat nodded obediently again.
When the time on the pocket watch showed 5:50, Jenkins, who was extremely bored, stood at the bottom of the valley with his cloak on and looked up at the sunset. Suddenly a strong wind blew from the west, mixed with some sparkling sequins. Jenkins looked up and saw that in the dark night, a large number of butterflies with faint light were flying from farther away.
They were like shining tides in the air, or horses galloping in the snow field, and they passed over Jenkins' head in an instant, forming a shining flying light band in the canyon.
"Good luck!"
The man immediately waved the net bag in his hand to a high place. The moment the net bag touched the butterfly, transparent ripples appeared in the air, and the butterflies passed through the net bag like phantoms.
They can teleport living things, and of course they also have space abilities. But old Jack's net pocket has already attached a special ceremony, which has a probability of counteracting the space shuttle of the butterflies. But the probability is not very high, so you have to keep trying to catch, and you will be able to catch one successfully once.
PS: After counting, this volume is probably the same as the previous volume, ending around chapter 220.