"Well... probably not pirates, either."
Looking at this obviously different room, Jenkins came to this conclusion, and then he was full of expectations to find something like a diary, so as to find out the identity of the owner here. Since the room is so tidy, the probability that the occupants can write is greatly increased.
But Jenkins didn't find that kind of thing, but accidentally found some ritual materials that would only be used by the bestowers under the floor near the southeast corner.
"I knew it would be like this. The owner of this room is also the bestower, but why hide his identity from the pirates? Is he an undercover agent?"
He made bold assumptions and guesses. After checking the clothes on the desk and hangers, he called Miss Magic who came from side A and told her that something was wrong with this room.
But even with the addition of a woman, they still didn't find any valuable clues here. They only learned from the front page of the notebook on the table that the name of the owner here was "Edward Legris", but just the name was not enough.
Jenkins was distressed by the message from the future pointing to this address, while Miss Magic felt that her plan had changed, and she had no idea that there were two benefactors here.
"The woman who sold me the information also swears that there is absolutely no problem."
Miss Magic gets angry when she mentions this, but even if they go to the troublemaker tomorrow, they still have no way of knowing who the owner of this room is and where he went now.
The white cat vanilla who is good at finding things was also asked by Mr. Candle for help, but this time the little cat didn't find two things that humans didn't pay attention to. It looked very tired, curled up in Jenkins' hand in a small ball, and it was time for it to sleep.
Jenkins and Miss Magic had no choice but to leave. The coins they found were divided in half, and Jenkins wanted nothing for the rest of the rags. This group of pirates probably belonged to the kind who didn't think about the future at all, and had nothing valuable in their hands.
The benefactor who lives alone is even poorer. It is understandable that there are no numbered items, but the total number of spells on his body does not exceed 10. This makes Jenkins doubt whether the profession of pirates can support them.
After parting with Miss Magic in the rain, Jenkins walked towards his home worriedly. He twisted a short hair in his left hand, which was not holding an umbrella. This was found in the room just now. No matter how tidy the house is, it is impossible to have no hair.
Similar short hair was found on the neckline of the sweater in the closet and under the desk, so it must belong to the owner of Room No. 3 on the second floor.
It's just that [Curse of Disease] needs to know the appearance or general figure of the cursed person in addition to the hair. Although the ceremony can be successful even without knowing it, the effect will be greatly weakened.
"Should I curse him or not? That future might be a trap. But it's Chinese pinyin, so it shouldn't be a problem..."
He said to himself, the sound of the rain easily suppressed the man's voice, only he and his cat could hear it.
I didn't think about it when I got home, but since [Curse of Disease] has a high probability of not killing him, it shouldn't be a problem to try it.
Letting the sleepy cat go to bed first, Jenkins performed the ritual required by [Curse of Disease] alone in the basement. It was simple, and the cursed disease remained the flu Jenkins was most familiar with.
He hoped that this curse could properly make the cursed person extremely ill but not die, so that he would have time to investigate the identity information of the hair owner before killing him.
After finishing the ceremony and getting things in order, Jenkins caught a glimpse of the fruit bowl being placed on the test stand. I haven't used it today, so after thinking about it, I reached out to touch the plate. After injecting a little spirit, three round fruits appeared in the fruit plate.
The first one is an orange, but it looks a bit small, and I don’t know if it will taste very sour; the second one is a rosy cherry, which is one of chocolate’s favorite fruits; the third one is a It is a purple-black oval fruit with chain-like patterns evenly distributed on the peel, and small raised bumps can be seen in the gaps between the patterns.
"Um?"
This is a fruit that Jenkins doesn't know, and since he hasn't been in this world for a long time, and the original owner is not a very knowledgeable person, he guesses that it is some kind of rare fruit whose origin is far away from Nolan.
Now that you have something good, share it with your cat. When Jenkins took the three fruits to the bedroom on the second floor, Chocolate curled up next to the pillow and fell asleep.
It puts its front paws under the head, and the whole cat shrinks into the shape of a fur ball. You can see the brass-colored ring exposed under the paw, which is a calamity black stone sealed by divine power. After losing the orb of life as a toy, the cat quickly became interested in this thing again.
Seeing that Chocolate had fallen asleep, Jenkins carefully placed the fruit in his hand on the bedside table, and then climbed into bed to prepare for sleep. Tomorrow is a new week, and he still has a lot of learning tasks to face, so he has to maintain the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
After closing his eyes, he soon fell into a deep sleep, and the sound of the pattering rain did not affect his sleep. One person and one cat breathed evenly in the dark bedroom quietly. A few minutes after Jenkins fell asleep completely, the cat's little nose suddenly moved.
"Meow~"
It let out a sleepy cry, rubbed its head against its body, closed its eyes and continued to sleep. But tens of seconds later, the nose moved again, and then moved twice quickly, and Chocolate woke up completely.
It suddenly raised its head, its eyes widened and it looked up over Jenkins' body, looking at the bedside table on the other side of the bed, its amber eyes glowing in the bedroom.
It stared at the fruit on the bedside table motionlessly, knowing that Jenkins always slept very lightly, so he was still thinking about how to get over it.
Chocolate usually sleeps on the left side of Jenkins' pillow because Jenkins often sleeps on his left side. The right side is close to the door. Jenkins, who came in from the door, of course put the things in his hands on the bedside table on the right.
Cats are well aware that if they jump over the entire bed over Jenkins, there is a significant risk of waking the man. And if you jump from the left side to the floor and then circle the bed from below, the risk is small, but Jenkins may feel the weight of the bed change and wake up.
PS: I wish you all a happy National Day~ Please ask for everything at the beginning of the month.