[Forbidden room candles are lit in a space where the gap area of the space is less than one-tenth of the maximum horizontal plane area of the enclosed space. During the burning period, the space is in a forbidden room state, and cannot be entered from the outside by any means, and cannot be viewed by any means. The state in this space, but the interior of the forbidden room space is not affected by this item in any way.
Note: The item in the burning state must never be put into the living body.]
The document Jenkins found was accompanied by a blurry black-and-white photo of the candle's shape and oddly textured surface, remarkably similar to what Jenkins had seen in Mr. Corpse's.
"Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Mr. Corpse dared to hide in the morgue."
Jenkins thought to himself.
At the last gathering, he reached an agreement with Miss Bai Ling that within two weeks, he could exchange items with her for a special chain ability. But in a blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow is the time for the next gathering, and Jenkins still hasn't obtained the supernatural item that can be safely sold without revealing his identity.
He could only hope that Miss Bailing hadn't found a new buyer yet.
On the first floor of the secret library, there is very little information about the creepy things. Jenkins found the number of [Spirit Lair] in a directory: A-12-3-7123, but there is nothing useful other than that Content.
Coincidentally, the next record under this label is [Reaper's Cloak Fragment].
"I don't know if the daring murderer has been found."
Jenkins grumbled.
"Unfortunately, not yet, he is now fleeing in the direction of New Truman City."
The sudden voice in the silent library startled Jenkins, and when he turned around, a strange man wearing a black bowler hat and a pair of shiny black boots was standing behind him.
"Hello, Mr. Williamette."
He smiled apologetically, and then pointed to the bronze door that opened again in the distance, "I am Rogers Benz from Captain Bincy's team. The team that went out to sea has returned now. The captain asked you to help with treatment. Originally, he followed the team of healers unfortunately died... ”
"no problem."
Jenkins waved his hand, put down the book in his hand, and followed Benz out of the secret library.
The destination this time is the suburban nursing home where they stayed last time. They jumped off the carriage under the gray sky, and the two hurriedly passed the gate guarded by several tall men. Captain Bincy rushed out from nowhere. He grabbed Jenkins and ran quickly to the inside of the nursing home.
"I went to find you at my father's place. You are not here. You are indeed at church. You are busy today."
The nursing home in the distance does not look peaceful, the sky is still covered by clouds and dust, but at least they are back.
Even now as a level 1 gifter, Jenkins' spirit is still insufficient. He could only give priority to treating the wounded patients who were about to die, and then sat in the corridor, watching the circles of healing rituals that the bestowers continued to cast on the walls.
There seems to be the sound of steam in the distance, and I don't know what happened.
"Thanks for having you here."
Bincy sat next to Jenkins. He appeared here mainly for security and emergency dispatch. Sitting next to Jenkins was Jerry Schleich, a bearded man with a rough face.
This is also a member of Bincy's team, who has just returned from the sea.
The long row of seats under the three people is made of discarded brass metal pipes. The church has extraordinary financial resources, but for some reason it is stingy here.
"Is healing ability really so rare? Why don't you seek help from [Spirit of All Things] or [Mother Earth]'s church, if I remember correctly..."
"We have to keep our secrets. This is the rule. Even if we belong to the Orthodox Church, everyone is always a pagan believer."
Jenkins pursed his lips as he watched another body, covered in yellow linen, be carried out. What the man had just fallen under was a strange curse that Jenkins and the other two healers could do nothing but give him a painless death.
"Say something nice."
Bincy said, "I originally waited until the main force of the major churches returned to deal with the evil spirits in the hospital, but it seems that someone helped us deal with this troublesome matter."
"oh?"
Jenkins turned his head "accidentally", "Who is it?"
"The results of the divination show that it was the man in black robe who took away the strange object on a thunderstorm night. We made a mistake. This incident is still related to the strange thing, and the man in black robe took away that item again. The current inference is that, The black-robed man is collecting strange things for a purpose, and the meaning is unknown. Now the reward for him within the church has increased to 1,000 pounds, after all, no one knows how many strange things he has on him."
"It makes sense."
he agreed.
"The divination results show that the stars that appeared last night have a deep connection with the black-robed man, temporarily setting his belief as a new false god. He probably wants to please his own gods, so he keeps collecting these strange things. That brand new great existence is probably not a kind existence."
"very scary!"
Jenkins gasped, "May the goddess punish him."
After discussing this matter for a while, Jenkins remembered to explain what happened in Nolan City to Schleich who didn't know what happened.
"The man in the black robe, is that what the parchment said..."
He asked in a muffled voice, but was immediately kicked by Captain Bincy.
There seems to be something in this that Jenkins doesn't know about.
"Is it confidential?"
Jenkins thought in his heart, without asking too much, raised his head, and looked at the huge picture hanging on the yellowed wall opposite. According to the knowledge learned from Dad and the silverware style used in the dinner party in the painting, this is a modern craft painting.
So the atmosphere of the conversation between the three became awkward.
Surgery is a medical method that has only appeared in recent years. The professors of the medical school have not yet found excellent suture materials, and the high failure rate of the operation also makes ordinary patients daunted.
But for the bestowers, especially the bestowers of the [Knowledge and Books] Church Nolan City Diocese, this is not a trouble at all. The soul trait ability of the newly added scribes this year happens to help wounds heal.
During the treatment process, Jenkins paid special attention to the cause of the injuries, and found that they were all strange wounds with no uniform characteristics. In other words, the dispute in the Broken Isles is not the danger caused by the out-of-control warp, but the struggle between the bestowers.
"Mr. Williams, it's really thanks to you this time."
The man in the white coat smoked as he watched Jenkins place his hand on the man's chest on the operating table.
PS: I have cleaned up the book review area on a large scale. If you accidentally delete someone's book review by mistake, I am really sorry.