"Would you like to drink this glass of wine?"
In the tavern, Jenkins tried his best to keep calm, while not thinking about what the monster in front of him said.
"Don't you miss your past?"
"I do not know what you're talking about."
Jenkins backed away again, trying to resist the dizziness by thinking of the names of all the people he knew in this world.
"You'll understand, stranger..."
The human face of Albaques's shaped abdomen shrank inward and disappeared, and a strip of meat protruded from the body composed of indeterminate lumps of meat and mucus, and inserted it into the wine glass. After a few seconds, the meat inside was sucked dry.
"You'll figure it out..."
Amid such voices, Jenkins dragged the two women away from the door with great effort.
The cold and damp torrential rain temporarily calmed Jenkins' messed up heart. He had some doubts about what happened just now, but his rationality told him that those were unimportant things, and he couldn't forget this world at all now.
"Oh my God!"
Miss Magic woke up first, "Oh, Mr. Candle..."
Jenkins reached out to pull her up, the woman shook her head, and went to check on Miss Silver Flute.
"What just happened?"
"Albacus Alien."
The word came out of Jenkins puppet's mouth, and then he reached out and pulled up Miss Silver Flute who was still in a coma. Miss Magic took the woman over, and two runes floated out of her body and were printed on both sides of her forehead, and Miss Silver Flute's body immediately twitched.
"The Albacus alien is clearly extinct, what's going on here?"
she asked while healing her companion.
"This is a strange place, and anything is possible. Don't be surprised even if a dragon appears in a while, it's normal..."
Jenkins warned, while Miss Silver Flute stood up with difficulty, her slender face still showing a painful expression:
"Mr. Magic, thank you this time."
"It doesn't matter, we are friends after all. And this time it's a joint expedition. Normally, I won't give up on my companions."
Miss Magic said.
Subconsciously touching the cat on his shoulder, Jenkins still couldn't let go of the question and answer that happened in the room just now. But his attention was quickly distracted again, not because of the rain in the sky, but because of the cat under his hand.
Touching the chocolate has become Jenkins' instinct. But this time, as soon as I stretched out my hand, I immediately felt that something was wrong with the hand, it was no longer the soft and smooth touch.
"Oh, chocolate has become a marionette too."
The man nodded, and following this train of thought, he naturally thought of something that he ignored:
"Huh? Chocolate has also entered the strange world?"
"Meow~"
The cat on the shoulder was shocked. If it hadn't become a puppet with Jenkins because of its playfulness, then the man would never have discovered the current situation because of the wrong touch.
In the torrential rain, the cat's eyes showed a fierce light.
"Meow~"
The kitten meowed in a low voice, and Jenkins immediately felt the familiar dizziness. The chocolate thing was replaced in an instant by the "what's for dinner" question, but soon he realized that now was not the time to think about dinner, and the cat question was the big one.
"Meow~"
Jenkins' soul was growing too fast, and chocolate couldn't divert his attention in a hurry. The cat's little tail wagged and wagged, a little worried about the progress of this matter.
"... So, the truth about xenomorph decline..."
"Um?"
Jenkins was too serious about his cat to hear his companions talking in the rain. Part of the conversation barely drifted into his ears, he looked up with puzzled eyes, and Miss Magic explained again:
"This time the treacherous land is unusual. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for us to meet people who can communicate peacefully in the treacherous land. Therefore, the truth about the decline of alien species may be found out from the guests of the tavern, provided that they really willing to say, and we survived."
"Meow~"
Taking advantage of Jenkins' distraction, Chocolate yelled again, this time Jenkins finally forgot the doubts just now.
After resting in the rain for a while, the three decided to start the second challenge again. Miss Magic learned the lesson from last time, and before entering the dark room door, she left a rune lock on the wrists of the three people.
Using the current body, Miss Magic easily condensed the complex runes in the void. Jenkins thinks this is the new power she has acquired. After all, from his point of view, the energy chain that can "provide protection" and the strength of the aura are terrifying.
The weirdo opened the door, and the three entered in a file. The dilapidated house transformed again, and the interior was no longer a traditional tavern as before, but a high-end coffee shop.
At least Jenkins did smell the strong coffee smell in the air, which he didn't really like.
The interior decoration is solemn and luxurious, and the crystal lamp in the shape of an upside-down bell tower hanging above the head makes people wonder whether this is a cafe or a king's banquet hall.
The piano placed in the corner is playing music, no one is sitting there, the keys of the piano are being pressed automatically.
In a cafe as big as Miss Stuart's study room, there were forty-two identical white wooden tables arranged six vertically and seven horizontally. These tables are all painted with white paint. The quality of the paint is very good, which gives the wooden table a little glass texture.
A little farther away from the entrance of the cafe, a young man in a dark blue suit and tie was looking at the three of them with a smile.
From the outside, he looks completely human, but the dazzling blue aura on his body reveals his true identity.
"Oakland sea family...probably the royal family."
Miss Magic reminded in a low voice.
The so-called "Oakland Sea Clan" was a powerful race active in the 14th century. According to rare historical records, the ocean area in the 14th century was much larger than the present, and most of the land in the material world existed in the form of archipelagos.
The Auckland sea people are generally considered to be a subspecies of human beings. This race is fully adapted to life in the sea and on land, and is born with a powerful innate ability to manipulate water.
Although the appearance is the same as that of humans, they actually rely on asexual reproduction to reproduce their offspring, and all the blood that should exist in their bodies is replaced by deep sea water. The most important point is that the Oakland sea people are extremely hostile to humans and vampires.