Back at Old Jack's herbal shop, it was nearly midnight. The two went back to their rooms after having some supper. Chocolate originally wanted to go out for a stroll at night, but just as it was lying on the pillow and was about to pretend to sleep, Jenkins pinched his waist and pulled him into the quilt.
"Be good in the future, you know? I won't pursue the matter of the butterfly today, but it can't be like this in the future."
The curtains of the small bedroom were not drawn, and the moonlight outside the window shone directly into the room, making the cat's fur emit a magical color. One person and one cat looked into each other's eyes. After a long time, Chocolate "meowed" and raised its paw to lick it.
Early Tuesday morning, Jenkins received a forwarded letter from Nolan. This is an invitation letter from the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe. The first performance of the opera is scheduled for this weekend. Mr. Nellie invited Jenkins and his friends to watch it together.
This made Jenkins, who was still immersed in yesterday's strange situation, wake up suddenly, realizing that the end of this month is coming.
"What, are you planning to return to Nolan?"
Old Jack also saw the letter.
"Go back tomorrow, the church is planning to baptize me on Friday. Although no one mentioned this matter during my week in Shire because everyone is busy recently, I think the time should not have changed."
"Is it in such a hurry?"
Old Jack nodded, but did not stop.
"Nolan is in a mess right now... I'll help you prepare a few bottles of medicine. You can take it home and use it. It will always help."
"Don't be so troublesome."
It was a hypocritical answer, and in his heart Jenkins didn't want to refuse the offer, but it was an essential part of socializing.
On the pretext of bringing some Shire specialties and souvenirs for his friends before returning to Nolan, Jenkins went out again after having breakfast.
Like the previous few days, he put on a black robe and lived in a small hotel with the cat, and soon stood in the house on St. George Street.
"Sure enough, I've adapted to Nolan's terrible atmosphere."
When jumping from the second floor of the house to the back of the yard, Jenkins whispered.
A week away from Nolan is not a long time, but apart from the familiar air, it seems that strange changes have taken place in the whole city.
It was Tuesday morning, but there was not even a single pedestrian on the street. Thick fog shrouded the city, and the occasional figures that appeared in the distance became blurred. In a week, not only the rumors of the plague became more and more intense, but even the air became worse with people's emotions.
When walking on the street, there will be an illusion of walking in a dream. Only the sound of the wagon rolling over the road and the venting of the steam pipes to equalize the air pressure gave Jenkins something real.
Strolling to Broad Street, there are very few people here today, which is completely incomparable with the excitement when I came last week. Jenkins pretended to be curious, and looked at the various cats in the pet store for a while, before turning around and walking towards the bonsai shop just before the chocolate was about to erupt.
He came out five minutes after he went in, holding a slender black cloth bag in his hand, the mouth of the cloth bag was tied up with a rope. Inside is the thousand-year-old wood heart of the elder tree. After experiencing various difficulties, Jenkins finally got all the ingredients of the elf potion.
"Very good, now we can configure potions just by waiting for the full moon night!"
He still doesn't know what the formula given by the elf can make. But after such a long wait and hard work, the sense of expectation in Jenkins' heart has been stretched to full value.
Even a very boring thing can be fun after such a long preparation. Jenkins can't wait to prepare the potion now. Although he doesn't have to drink it himself, as long as he prepares it, he can already get a great sense of satisfaction.
With this in mind, he planned to return to St. George's Avenue the same way, and buy some gifts for Hathaway and Britney in Shire later. Thinking of the two girls, Jenkins felt a headache again.
After turning out of the alley, there is a main road. Because of the sound of a carriage in the distant fog, Jenkins stopped by the mailbox on the side of the road, and somewhat missed the autumn when a large number of letters addressed to Eldron were stuffed into the mailbox in the middle of the night. day.
Boom~
A huge explosion sounded in the distance. Although Jenkins felt the ground under his feet vibrate, he was not surprised. He looked up into the distance with the cat, and the monocle appeared in the frame of his right eye to see through the thick fog that blocked his vision.
"Undead?"
Three blocks away, a team of gravekeepers was fighting a tall humanoid skeleton. The strong black aura meant that this thing was definitely reborn from the skeleton sword.
Jenkins patted his cat, and then quickly climbed the sewer pipe to the roof of the house next to him. After a few jumps, he came to the place where the battle took place from the position just now.
He didn't care about the suspicious eyes of the tomb guard, and directly summoned the black twin demons to pounce down. The splashing demonic flames and smoke forced everyone around to step back, and Jenkins took advantage of this opportunity to jump down, holding the toy dagger obtained from the grave in his hand, and slashed down fiercely. go.
dang lang~
The wooden dagger collided with the shattered bones, and the huge momentum of Jenkins' falling from above made the dagger and the bones have a head-to-head confrontation.
As soon as the wrist was loosened, it felt a bit wrong, and then his eyes widened, seeing that the dagger in his hand was broken into two pieces, and the blade part flew towards the other side of the street due to the momentum before the break, and then fell quietly on the ground...
"broken?"
Jenkins is now really beginning to suspect that he is dreaming, returning to the smoky Nolan in his dream. Regardless of whether this weapon has a special effect on the undead, you must know that this is a gift, and he has never heard that the gift can be damaged by physical impact.
"what's the situation?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and then he punched the skeleton with a left uppercut, and the frost quickly spread from the place where the fist touched to the whole body of the skeleton. Before the skeleton made a counterattack, it was temporarily frozen in the distance.
Bending down and trotting in embarrassment, he picked up the broken dagger that flew far away, and before the grave guards could react, he quickly used the [real phantom] to disappear in front of everyone.
He returned to St. George's Street, blushing, put the elderberry heart back in the basement, and returned to the Shire with the dagger.
Chocolate seemed very interested in those two pieces of wood, eager to try and nibble on them, but was stopped by Jenkins.
"So what's going on here?"
Looking at the two pieces of wood in his hand, Jenkins was a little dazed and confused.