"Liar, military documents, bounty...Isn't this what Miss Miller is pursuing?"

　　 It’s not unreasonable to think so. The three met before entering the flame treacherous realm. Jenkins was tracking an infected person with Gear Germ, and then discovered that the man was actually a spy for the Kingdom of Chessland and entered the fraudster. Miss Miller went to find the two men, seemingly to get some documents back.

　　 "No, what she was looking for seemed to involve personal privacy, probably photos or letters, not military secrets."

　　 But anyway, some of the doubts in Jenkins's heart are solved. In the first half of this month, the believers of the [Prince of Lies] were still very arrogant, and even Jenkins went for a walk at night to walk the cat, and he would encounter bad guys who throw steam bombs. But recently, these people seem to have disappeared suddenly, because of this.

　　 Thinking of the believers of [Prince of Lies], he thought of the letter he had sent to Eldron, thought of finding time to go to the bar, and thought of making up a reply letter. Obviously, there was no sequelae left behind in a coma, but Jenkins felt some headaches inexplicably.

　　 "That's all for my news. Just a word in advance, if anyone knows what's happening in the hunting area in the Dickel Heights on the outskirts of the city this afternoon, I can buy the information for 10 pounds."

　　 The location Mr. Hood said was where Jenkins was this afternoon, but no one answered his question.

　　 "Then let me talk about the next one."

　　 Mr. White Cat slightly raised his right hand, his voice was low and slow:

　　 "You should know what place is under the mountain, right?"

　　His finger pointed to the right, and under the hillside was a group of buildings covering a large area.

　　 "Punton Winery."

　　 Miss Magic answered this question almost without pause.

　　 Jenkins's eyes narrowed, "Her true identity has something to do with this? No, it may have been investigated in advance."

"Oh yes."

　　 Mr. White Cat was also very surprised, but he only glanced at her suspiciously, then continued to point to the manor among the trees and said:

"In the middle of this month, the Starry Sky and Balance Church transported the corpses of 28 executed prisoners here. I don’t know the specific reason. I still don’t have the guts to spy on the Orthodox Church’s actions, but what’s surprising is that for the time being The corpses stored in the winery disappeared before they were used. Yes, it was not the followers of Lady Starry that consumed them, they were really stolen..."

　　 Jenkins looked at Miss Magic subconsciously. The last time she encountered the unfortunate Wishing Tree of A-01-2-2221, she asked herself the purpose of those corpses. Unexpectedly, this topic can still be heard today, but the purpose is still unknown.

　　 "Who would steal a corpse?"

　　 Jenkins took the words, he pretended to inadvertently think of such an appearance, after all, only his face is exposed here, "I heard that the believers of [Undead Lord] are still active in Nolan, will it be them?"

　　 "I don't know, but the cultists do consume a lot of corpses or other disgusting things."

　　 He made a disgusting sound, but was soon overshadowed by the sound of the night wind blowing on the fallen leaves. Seeing that he stopped talking, Jenkins became the third person to share information:

"Speaking of the believers of [The Undead Lord], that is, the people who illegally organize the [Life Sharing Alliance], they also have some small actions recently. Mr. Black Cat mentioned that these people came to this city from other places a few months ago. Recently, a friend around me was seriously ill and was coaxed by people from this organization to inject liquid containing trace metallic silver particles into his blood vessels...Tsk tusk tusk, I think you all have ordinary friends too , We must remind them to be careful of such things. After all, this is the means by which the so-called immortal existence absorbs the life of a mortal."

　　 "Silver injection?"

　　 Mr. Black Cat asked with some suspicion, it seemed that he didn't know this method.

"Yes, they claim that silver is the purest substance in the world. Although it is not as expensive as gold, it is only mortal with eyes and no beads. The Supreme God who controls life is very kind. He will make humans with pure body and soul have a longer time and stop. The world, pleasure, or... there are other messy claims that I didn’t remember. The giver knew it was a lie when he heard it, but those who hadn’t seen extraordinary mountain village women, or were terminally ill who were ill and went to the doctor. The patient, or the big aristocratic factory owner who is about to end his life but holds a large amount of fortune, would not think so."

　　 He shook his head slightly. In the materials he had read about the group of cultists, there were many such examples. Some people were just defrauded of money, and some people not only broke their homes, but also their souls were stolen by the evil gods.

　　 "This is terrible."

Mr. Black Cat whispered his own opinion, "Extending life span through occult rituals is something that mortals have been pursuing since ancient times. But this practice itself can easily attract evil spirits, evil spirits or even more weird things. Righteous gods The church has long listed this practice as a taboo. Once discovered or reported, the church has the right to directly execute the organizer of the ceremony. This is very reasonable. Mortals are mortal, but some people cannot face it calmly. ."

　　 "Even the gifters, only a few can face death calmly."

　　 Jenkins also followed with emotion, he thought of Mr. Constantine. In order to prolong life and venture to fuse the tricks, in the end even the corpse was swallowed. This is an 8-level gifter, and the six people standing here can only look up to it.

　　 He is so, let alone a weaker mortal.

　　In this era when religious forces are still strong, the church has certain law enforcement powers, which is also the content written in the sacred "Tower Agreement" (revised third edition).

　　 is not only the forbidden occult ceremony without authorization, but also many things, such as the possession of prohibited objects, prohibited books, etc., which are taboos that can be directly executed by the church.

　　 The last time the Church of the Orthodox God publicly carried out fire torture, 682 years ago, when it tried a country witch who tried to summon an alien from another world. She is just an ordinary person, but the rituals that she arranged have caused a catastrophe. The current methods of execution use poison and shooting, which can be regarded as more humane with the progress of civilization.

　　 Jenkins knows the terrible religious judgments in the history of his world, and also knows that the religion of this world is not just the kindness he has seen. In the corners he can't see, many terrible and cruel things are unimaginable.

　　 After all, this is a world where the level of civilization is lagging behind that of the earth.

Section 269 Chapter 265 "Non-Separate Thoughts"

　　 "I know something related to the charity of the Civic Square. The descendants of the Asyash family appeared there, and then they were blocked by the benefactors of the five churches in Nolan."

　　 While Jenkins was thinking about those things, Mr. Black Cat had already revealed the secret information he had received.

　　 Sure enough, several other people and Jenkins who realized afterwards exclaimed. As for this, it is hard to say how many people are really surprised.

　　 "Asyash? That notorious family of demon summoners?"

　　 Hathaway asked in a low voice, "Hasn't it been wiped out a long time ago? I have only seen this name in ancient books."

"The resurgence of the ashes is a very common thing for those **** lunatic organizations or families. I have always wondered why the righteous often die after only one serious injury, while the evil ones can still be burned to ashes. Making a comeback?"

　　 Mr. Black Cat's words were a bit indignant.

　　 "This is the content of a knight novel, right? What happens around us is not like this. Just now you said yourself that mortals are mortal and no one can make a comeback all the time."

　　 Mr. Hood reminded him in a low voice, then looked up at the starry sky through the dry branches twisted together like finger bones. At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the stars in the night sky are particularly shining.

　　 "Mortals~"

　　 didn't know what he was feeling.

　　 "I don’t know if you have heard that the Nolan Police Department’s morgue on the outskirts of the city has had frequent accidents in recent weeks. There are now three-figure corpses whose eyes have been plucked away, but the police officers have not been able to solve the case so far."

　　 This is the voice of Miss Magic who believes in the lady of mystery and ritual. She is standing beside Jenkins. During the previous conversation, the black hood kept facing the chocolate on Jenkins' shoulders.

　　 The only cat near here is not dark, and it is especially dazzling in the dark. If someone shoots here with an arrow at this time, then Jenkins must be the one who hits the arrow, because he knows that the chocolate must be avoided.

　　 "Why would anyone need those things? Ceremony? I've heard that people from the Demon Eye Collection Association are also active in the Nolan area recently."

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "Demon Eye Collection Association? A follower of [Void Eye Demon]?"

　　 Her voice sharpened immediately, "I haven't heard of it yet, are you sure about this news?"

　　 Other people also looked at here, and Jenkins realized that this illegal organization has not yet revealed its clues. The only member caught was arrested just yesterday.

　　 "The person who gave me the news is very reliable, sure."

　　 He finally nodded, there is nothing to hide.

　　 But Mr. Hood thinks that "Mr. Candle" has just provided a piece of valuable information, and this is the second one. Although Jenkins doesn't mind these, the rules cannot be easily broken, otherwise there may be accidents in the future. Therefore, at his insistence, after discussion, everyone gave Jenkins a five-pound note, which was regarded as the cost of buying the news.

　　 At last it was Hathaway's turn. She coughed first, attracting the crowd who had some divergent thinking.

　　 "Earlier last week, someone claimed that a gift would be auctioned last night, which is Friday. I followed a friend's suggestion..."

　　 The tone was a little vacant, and Jenkins was sure that it meant himself.

"I followed his suggestion and didn't participate rashly. However, some investigations revealed something. I think that the [Ocean and Discovery] church suddenly searched the'Old John's Bar' in Pigtail Lane last night. Not many people should know. There was the final confirmation of the auction site. The church received the news that it thought that the pirate king Fermicher would also appear, but it was empty. Dozens of gifters who participated in the auction all fled because the host of the auction and the Orthodox Church were in front of it. It took a lot of time to fight against each other."

　　 She paused and looked at Jenkins: "The gift that was auctioned has not been taken out, and the navigators have arrived. But a gifter with special abilities believes that the auction item is a magic eye."

　　 "Look at what I do, I don't know about it either."

He, Mr. Candle, shook his head innocently, "I really haven't heard of this, and I am not a newsmonger. If any of you have a friend who is a gifter who works in the [Church of Oceans and Discovery], you can inquire. Just a moment. But the general illicit gifters who encounter the Orthodox Church are mainly to avoid. Since the person dares to resist, most of them are probably on the most wanted list."

"I think so too. Mr. Candle's statement is very reasonable. It is very likely that the person is from the [Magic Eye Collection Association]. As for the reason for the auction... Is it to find someone in the local area? "

　　 Mr. White Cat also expressed his opinion. Among the six people, he was the only one who stood leaning against the tree. Seeing that everyone did not comment, he continued:

　　 "But the pirate king hasn't left Nolan City? It has been almost a month since we ran into him last time..."

　　 Still no one can answer his question, because no one can successfully figure out the idea of ​​a madman.

　　 Next is the free transaction link. At the beginning, Mr. Hood called Jenkins aside.

　　 "This shouldn't be an ordinary pet, right?"

　　 He asked straightforwardly, speaking of the cat yawning steadily lying on Jenkins's shoulder.

　　 "I can't sell you vanilla."

　　 Jenkins squinted his eyes and took a step back, put a hand on his shoulder and pressed his cat's head, and said immediately. The white cat vanilla was also very cooperative, making a "meow" threatening sound.

　　 "No, no, Mr. Candle, I have no intention of buying your pet. I mean, did your cat take a special medicine or was born so smart?"

　　 "Naturally, I picked it up on a rainy night, and it took a long time for it to trust me."

　　 Jenkins' eyes were wary.

　　 "That's a pity, I have always wanted an animal companion with special abilities, like an owl or something."

　　 Mr. Hood said regretfully, seeing that Jenkins was still looking like an enemy, he shrugged, and did not continue to question the matter.

　　 Jenkins also came with a purpose today. In addition to exchanging some materials with a few people, he also deliberately asked Miss Magic some things.

　　 The two left the place where the crowd gathered and walked a few steps to the side before they started talking:

　　 "I remember, the last time I met you under the tree, you mentioned that you can recover from any ritual?"

Section 270 Chapter 266 The Lady Magic Who Sit on the Ground and Offer a Price (plus more votes)

　　 "Any ceremony? Mr. Candle, do you think I am a god?"

　　 Miss Magic made a few sneer sounds, and seeing that Jenkins still had that expression, she added:

"The restoration of most modern rituals is still possible, but after several epochs, the principles and rules of ancient rituals and modern rituals have undergone some subtle changes. If I need to restore the incomplete rituals, then you must at least Provide a broken sample for me to identify, the more detailed the better."

　　 "Yes, but you have to swear to your gods that you can't disclose any circumstances of this matter to anyone who is wise, not wise, sometimes wise and sometimes not wise."

　　 Jenkins added that this is to prevent the church from discovering the resurgence of the "jewel gathering". Although the people who know the details of the party are almost dead now, it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

　　 "You are really cautious."

　　 The woman made a mocking comment. Jenkins suspected that this was in revenge for Jenkins's refusal to give up when they met last night.

　　 "Swear to my lord, [Ms. Mystery and Ritual]..."

　　 But she still raised her right hand, and said the oath towards Jenkins with the palm of her hand.

After 　　 swore, she paused and asked:

　　 "I want to remind you that it is very difficult to restore the incomplete ritual. I charge a lot, and even if I fail, I still have to collect money."

　　 "Materials or special items will not be accepted."

"of course."

　　 The woman nodded and reached out to Jenkins. With his right hand behind, Jenkins drew a piece of paper out of thin air. The paper showed the appearance of Constantine’s basement. When he was performing the mission of the church, he had carefully observed it more than once, and the ritual effect was written next to it. The specific text description.

　　Miss Miller will leave Nolan soon, if you want to contact you again in the future, you can only rely on letters. But this kind of efficiency is too low, and Jenkins is still thinking about the "savior" that she and Miss Audrey mentioned. Now that you have become friends who are familiar with each other, the possibility of successfully obtaining information has increased. How can you disconnect now?

　　 And this is one of the few friends who can talk about mathematics with him, and it can be regarded as a half-confidant.

　　 "The painter is good, wait a minute, this is..."

Miss Magic raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, "B-07-4-7711, "Gathering in the Forest"? I only heard the name before, so it turned out to be the function. Since it involves the use of special items, the price is also More expensive. Is B-07-4-7711 with you? I need to take a look."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Jenkins nodded. The painting was folded into squares and sewed on his underwear. When he left Hathaway's bedroom, he brought it out.

　　 "How is it wet..."

　　 The woman complained in a low voice, and opened the painting with her hands wearing white lace gloves for viewing.

　　 Taking advantage of this effort, Jenkins glanced back. Hathaway was discussing matters with Mr. White Cat with her head down, and did not pay attention to this side.

"I probably guessed what kind of ritual this is. You should be fortunate. This ritual is not complicated. The gifter who designed it is not very accomplished in ritual studies, but he does have some cleverness. This is a change. , Um, it’s obvious. I can even help you modify some details to make the final result even better. But the price..."

　　 The light spot of ability is shining slightly, and the woman probably has plans. She handed B-07-4-7711 back to Jenkins, then stretched out her white hand, twisted her thumb and index finger together, and continued with a deliberately pretended sweet and greasy voice.

　　 "The price is not cheap."

　　 Jenkins smiled, holding the tree beside him, and whispered:

　　 "Miss, please make an offer."

　　 The trunk is rough and cool, but it is still alive.

　　 "Ten thousand pounds, yes, gold pounds."