"Wait, Peter, don't go, why did you become like this?"
The slight wind was felt by Jenkins' skin, and the darkness overlapping the material world was receding. Jenkins is very sober, he knows that now is one of the few opportunities to learn the secrets of the outside world. Ordinary monsters would never talk to him like this.
"God, this is the gift of the Lord, my dedication, and an opportunity for mortals..."
"I don't understand what this means, don't go so fast!"
The doorknob was back in Jenkins' hands, and matter was coming back.
"The Lord is in charge of the shadow kingdom, and dedication makes the soul immortal. This is the second way for mortals, and it is the opportunity given to us by the great Lord..."
"Damn it, can you say it again in a lingua franca I understand?"
The first ray of light appeared in this dark world, and the floor under his feet reappeared. This represents a full return to reality, or a return to Jenkins.
"God, you have saved me; but the Lord is the owner of the shadowlands, and when the seventh eternal day of the kingdom comes, the Lord will bless the devotees of the shadows, the lightless, in the holy church. Devout ones, the Great Master has offered me a chance to be tested, and that is... ”
There was no sound after that, and the boy withdrew from the material world along with the tide of darkness. When the sound of insects chirping in the spring night appeared in his ears, Jenkins once again merged with the material world, still holding the doorknob.
"The grace of the master? The second way? What do you mean?"
Just as he was thinking, a huge force suddenly pushed the man back, and then the door closed automatically. Jenkins frowned and looked at the door of his own house. After a few tens of seconds, he looked back. The women were lying unconscious on the floor of the hallway.
"The kingdom of shadows... the test of the master... the monsters..."
Jenkins repeated the words, trying to make connections. The boy Peter is obviously not human anymore, and although it looks scary, it is obviously a special way of being that is higher than the human form of existence.
If the speed of time passing between the Shadow Kingdom and the material world where Jenkins lives is equal, then within half a year, he must have come into contact with the so-called "Master's Gift", which is why he became what he is now and came to the material world .
"The master is making tricks?"
Jenkins asked himself in his heart, most of the current sources of ghosts come from the ghostland, and the ghostland is obviously related to those who dominate the world.
But there is clear evidence that some warps are born in the physical world, and there are enough descriptions to explain the process of their birth.
"So the Paradise was really created by the master, and the terrifying things inside were formed by the aborigines who ruled the world?"
Jenkins came to such a conclusion, but couldn't understand the meaning of doing so more and more.
The Overlords will not be invading the physical world, as they can intervene directly at any time with their awesome power. Then the meaning of creating a strange place is very intriguing. Those items with permanent aura may be partly natural or born by coincidence, but artificial creation must have the meaning and purpose of existence.
"The second way? Then what is the first way? I know a shortcut, but these two things should have nothing to do with each other, right?"
It's a pity that Jenkins doesn't have time to think about these things now. When he tried to wake up Miss Audrey and Miss Broniance, the fifth knocker had already been driven away by him.
In a short time, the two women seemed unable to wake up, even though there were no injuries on their bodies. Jenkins also had to end this as soon as possible before heading to church for help.
"Maybe I can also try divination, even if I still don't know anything about it."
The first two divinations were carried out by different people through different methods. Jenkins didn't know much about dice and card divination, so he tidied up the things on the table, dismissed the sixth knocker, and used ceremonial chalk on the A full circle was drawn on the table, and a pentagram was drawn inside the circle. The blank space in the pentagram was written with ancient runes using the configured luminous powder.
"Um… "
He tried hard to let go of his consciousness, but it was not easy. The coldness in the room and the sound of stones smashing the glass kept making him want to distract himself from the environmental information.
According to the Qilan language taught by Miss Audrey, he recited a prophecy poem about the ancient fortune-teller praying for blessings, and then carefully twisted a pinch of powder obtained from burning elderberries.
The hand twisting the powder stopped above the pentagram, and the spirit flowed out along with the words recited in the mouth, making the small ritual circle light up.
Try to keep your mind empty, to perceive the future flow, and then gently twist two fingers, and the powder will fall into the circle on the table under the influence of gravity.
Seeing that Jenkins still had his eyes closed, the cat squatting on the sofa suddenly opened its small mouth and blew. The falling trajectory of the powder immediately shifted slightly, but it still all fell around the pentagram.
When all the powder between his fingers fell, Jenkins opened his eyes to look at the final result, and combined the runes that were not covered by the powder to try the structure. In the end, he thought that the result this time was a symbol of good luck, so he shivered and stuffed the cat under the quilt into his arms again, then left the light in front of the fireplace and walked into the dark hallway.
da da da ~
The knocks were getting impatient again, and the five-minute period for the seventh knocker was quickly coming to an end. Jenkins put his hand on the doorknob and turned it gently. After the door crack appeared, the cool spring night breeze mixed with the burning smell poured into the room. Even if the tail of winter has not completely disappeared, the night wind is warmer than the room.
With a long sigh, it seems that opening the door for the third time was right.
"Hey buddy, can I have some water?"
Appearing at the door of Jenkins' house was a heavily armored knight on a horse. His helmet was removed and carried in his left hand, revealing his scarred face. His brown hair was long and messy on his head, and his right hand was reaching out to Jenkins for drinking water.
Judging from the shape, the somewhat old set of armor looks like a style commonly used in the 17th century in church materials. The knight's face is very similar to the modern southern Andrews, but the bridge of the nose is a little higher.
The horse he was riding was unusually tall, bigger than any breed of horse Jenkins had ever known. When the hoof stomps on the ground, there will be a slight arc between the horse's hoof and the ground, leaving a black horse's hoof print on the flat lawn of Jenkins' home.