A-01-1-6377 [Mark of Killing] is a world/event that obtains power by fighting each other. People with specific tattoos will use intelligent life as the hunting target to continuously strengthen themselves. After reaching a certain limit, they will Go find other tattoo bearers. Last year, Nolan had a bearer of the mark of killing, and that bearer had been arrested by Jenkins and the professor and handed over to the church.
"That's right, do you still remember the description about A-01-1-6377, the last survivor after the Mark of Slaughter appears, will transform into a terrifying monster. It will break through the barrier of the material world and go to An unknowable and terrifying world. The so-called terrifying monsters refer to the heterogeneous [Angel of Killing]."
Dad introduced it like this, Jenkins remembered the last time the two talked about [Mark of Killing], but he claimed that he didn't know what monster it was.
"And what about the so-called 'world of horrors'?"
Jenkins asked again, without asking why Dad lied.
The old man hesitated for a moment, but still gave the answer: "Blood sacrificial skull seat."
After that, he was unwilling to provide any information, and there was no need to provide the church with the news about the [Alien Frenzy] brought by Miss Capet, because the church already knew about it.
The old man thinks that there should be evil people with this ability in Nolan City. This seemingly quiet city is really the most suitable battlefield for killing.
"The tattoo on the body of the green flame demon you killed a few days ago has been analyzed to reveal part of its meaning, which contains part of the ritual content of [Alien Frenzy]. The Church searched the residence of the Balrog and the coachman, and obtained There are some key letters. There is evidence that the sect [Whip of the Dead], which believes in the evil god [Lord of Slaughter], has arrived in Nolan. They are trying to master the ability of [Alien Frenzy], and the specific method of obtaining this ability is now They were tattooed on the bodies of five different different species."
"Why would they do that?"
Jenkins doesn't understand such behavior.
"This is one of the ritual requirements of [Alien Frenzy]. I don't know the specific ritual content, so I can't give you a specific answer. But now that we know the current situation, we should find out who is carrying the ritual as soon as possible. Content xenomorphs and kill them to get tattoos. Otherwise, Nolan will have another terrible slayer.”
What the old man said, a complete report was only formed yesterday. When he sent Jenkins with "food poisoning" to church, he heard about it from Miss Bevanna, so he can tell Jenkins today.
In this way, the kidnapping of Jenkins by the coachman is a good thing that helps the city. Because of the kidnapping case, the church was able to know that such a terrible thing was about to happen, and it was connected with that ancient killing ability. This is really the luck of Nolan City.
In short, when night fell and Jenkins met Miss Magic at the agreed place, he was still thinking about [Alien Frenzy].
The two met in an alley with no street lights, and the rain that started at noon was still falling. A man in a black rainproof cloak is carrying a cat on his back and holding an umbrella. Tonight is really a dark and windy night with no moonlight at all.
When Miss Magic walked into the alley, she was taken aback by the tall and dark man, and then realized that it was Mr. Candle when she saw the kitten vanilla.
She walked over while saying hello, and then heard the man's voice passing through the clattering rain:
"Good evening, Miss Magic. Excuse me, do you know [Alien Frenzy]?"
The woman froze for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "I know this is an ancient forbidden technique, but I just know the name, what happened?"
"My friend at church told me a horrible thing this morning..."
Jenkins told the half-truths and half-truths about what his father mentioned, and then used chanting to create a photo of the Balrog's tattoo out of thin air in his pocket.
"I know you have always been proficient in rituals, so now I would like to ask you to use this tattoo to research whether you can use it to track the holders of the other four tattoos. This is my reward for helping you slaughter pirates... Of course, this may not be enough, I have other compensations."
He said, handing over the photo. Miss Magic reached out to take it, and the gap between the two umbrellas allowed raindrops to fall on the photo.
"I think there should be no problem, but I'm busy with Fermisau's work recently, so the research on these tattoos may have to be postponed until next month."
She stared at the photo for a while before nodding in agreement.
"I will give you a very reasonable reward. I think this time's favor plus this should be enough."
Jenkin reached into his pocket for the second time and took out the red bead in his pocket. This was one of Pompeii's abilities, which Jenkins had acquired during the last party. His voice is low and steady, even in rainy nights, he can give people a sense of peace of mind.
"It's so precious, I don't think you have to pay so much."
The woman with the umbrella said that she regarded Mr. Candle as a friend, so she didn't want to take advantage of him.
"But I really need to find the holders of the other four tattoos as soon as possible. I think you should understand what kind of trouble it will cause once someone really learns [Alien Frenzy]."
This is the rare truth of Jenkins, at least at this moment, he really wants to use his strength to protect the city.
Miss Magic was silent for a while, and stretched out her hand to pinch the warm red sphere that Jenkins handed over. Pompey's wailing face was hit by raindrops falling from the sky between the two umbrellas, and the red balls were quickly moistened.
"I will start researching as soon as possible. I don't take this orb to own it, but just to study it. When I figure out the meaning of these tattoos and get the method of reverse tracking, I will return it. You, I think, you probably wouldn’t have learned the ability represented by the sphere before you knew it, after all, the method of directional clearing ability is really too rare.”
"This is good."
Jenkins nodded and stopped talking, wondering whether he should bother Alexia, who was busy with the tower work recently, to study those tattoos. But soon his attention was attracted by another thing. When the two set off out of the alley, Miss Magic told Jenkins the destination of the trip:
"The pirates' stronghold is at No. 32 Wells Lane, which is an apartment building divided into left and right sides. 32A is home to the only gifter, and 32B is his ordinary people, some uneducated pirates. Then There are regular police officers patrolling the streets, and we need to kill them all quietly within ten minutes."
Jenkins' progress paused for a moment. In the future shuttle not long ago, the note in the frame read:
[Wells Lane, 32B, room 3 on the second floor. Kill him, at least before the end of the third month of 1866!]
Two things that had nothing to do with each other were miraculously linked together. Although Jenkins was a little surprised, he quickly accepted the fact.
Based on the experience of the past six months, he already knew that the "future" message would appear in his life in a wonderful way. It's not too unexpected to be connected to the Miss Magic thing.
His momentary pause was not seen by Miss Magic. Two people also wearing black rain cloaks held umbrellas and walked side by side on the side of the street. Jenkins noticed that even with the wind, the woman didn't get wet anywhere, and she definitely ritualized her umbrella or her clothes.
Chocolate, who hates getting her fur wet, is now hiding in Jenkins' arms. If it wasn't for the rain tonight, Jenkins would have had an extra piece of clothing on his chest.
"I think you should know that the heart of the ocean has been polluted."
Jenkins considered the sentence and asked softly:
"The tainted gift is likely to have degenerated into a trick. Do you really need it?"
"I need that thing, not to study it, but to exchange it for something."
Miss Magic responded, looking at the dark street in front of her:
"Please get ready, Mr. Candle, we will arrive at our destination soon."
Wells Lane, like most of the unknown alleys in this city, is quiet and peaceful in the rain on a spring night. Even though two men in black with murderous intentions visited here in the middle of the night, it was still calm and quiet.
The sound of rain and moisture can well cover up the screams and the smell of blood. There is no possibility of losing this battle from the beginning, the difference is only the length of time.
Jenkins will not bless and sympathize with the pirates. Although the image of pirates in his own memory is somewhat beautified by various literary works, the original owner is a native of Nolan, and he knows exactly what kind of people these people are. dross.
He and Miss Magic first went together to deal with the gifter who lived on side A. The man who was sleeping with the prostitute didn't even wake up, and fell into eternal death.
Then the two entered side B from the window on the second floor, and slaughtered all the living people here one by one. Because of the spell that concealed the voice, there was no large-scale resistance until the last person died.
It's just that these pirates are indeed very cautious. Many people at least opened their eyes and realized that something was wrong, but unfortunately that's all.
The next step was the process of searching for information. Because he was worried about the future news, Jenkins asked to search the second floor of side B.
Of course, Miss Magic would not disagree. In her opinion, the documents she needs are most likely in the residence of the benefactor, which is side A.
During the killing just now, Room 3 in Building 2 was empty. The door lock was melted away by Jenkins' flames, and when the door was pushed open, a dark room with closed windows and curtains came into view.
Unlike other messy rooms filled with disgusting smells, the owner of this room kept his residence neat and orderly. It was hard to tell that the person living here was a rude pirate.