"There is no loophole for this reason."

　　 Jenkins muttered in his heart.

　　Miss Magic’s introduction ended here. She looked at Jenkins, shrugged, and motioned for him to ask questions.

　　 "Which great **** does he believe in?"

　　 "A false god-the **** of the drowned."

　　 The woman answered without hesitation.

　　 Jenkins nodded again, thinking quietly.

"Miss Magic is a fifth-level gift, and the number of abilities has reached the upper limit. There is a gift on her body, a special item with blue aura, and a special item with red aura. There are also a lot of ritual items in the pocket, really. Quite affluent..."

　　 The promotion of high-level gifters is very difficult. Since Peiser was at level four a year ago, it is absolutely impossible to reach level six at this time. From this point of view, Miss Magic asks Jenkins for help in order to be foolproof.

　　 "I can agree temporarily, but I have a probing ability. I need to observe the specific situation from a distance before making a decision."

　　 The woman's hood swung up and down a few times: "No problem, we can go there now."

　　 "I have one more question before then..."

　　 reached out and stopped Miss Magic, Jenkins looked at the black hood and let two silver **** of light fly back to his chest.

　　 "Why are you killing him?"

　　 "Do I need to tell the truth?"

　　 Jenkins smiled, saying such words is meaningless on this occasion.

　　 "It depends on your mood. In fact, as long as you don't want to **** some cursed gold coins, I don't mind at all."

　　 He replied, saying something that no one can understand. Miss Magic gave a chuckle, sounding in a good mood:

　　 "You'll know in a while."

　　 The price of Nolan City is also very high in the entire Fidcicle Kingdom. At least from the perspective of the level of rent, this is indeed the case.

　　 Therefore, some low-cost rental houses in slums came into being. Renters often own a whole street of houses. They don’t care at all about the identity of the people who rent these buildings. Whether they are criminals, drug addicts or smugglers, anyone with money can find their own there. A place.

　　 Corresponding to the bad environment, tenants can find quite a few services near their residences. Mr. Hoover Pistle was obviously unwilling to spend the long night alone. With a contented smile on his face, he walked out of the two-story white-roofed house behind him and kicked away the drunk man lying in the alley. Drunkard, then couldn't help laughing.

　　 "This **** place."

　　 Guessed something soft under his feet, the man cursed, mentioned the belt that hadn't been fastened just now, and rubbed his shoes on the drunkard's clothes casually.

　　 "Damn Nolan, **** weather, **** Orthodox church."

　　 He was still cursing in a low voice, because he was sure that there was no one else nearby. At the bar this morning, I had already picked up with the merchant who sold the magic eye. The price, even pirates, would be painful.

　　 But the problem of the left eye must be solved. Although this image is very deterrent, the **** on the same ship still laughed at this as a pirate, but it really worked hard and the missing vision was terrible.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 He remembered the man who gave him the knife again. Who would know that the 7th-level gifter would go to sea on an ordinary freighter.

　　 But when I remembered the thing I had only recently obtained, I felt proud again: "Wait for me to find it...you are all going to die!"

　　 cursingly turned from the alley into the road, rudely kicking the stones on the ground into the distance. Seeing two police officers carrying kerosene lamps appeared in front of them, they snorted, then turned and hid in the shadow of the alley.

Chapter 308 Chapter 303 Skull Tattoo

　　 "Damn mortal, when I become the Pirate King, I must..."

　　Until the police turned to the next intersection, a carriage hurriedly broke in and out of the night, and Peasy walked out with his hands in his pockets, shrinking his head.

　　 Pistle knows that his current mood is very wrong, but it is all worth it.

　　 "As long as, as long as..."

　　 He planned the future in his mind, and raised his right hand to stroke his chest in a short shirt.

　　 "Huh, **** weather."

　　 shuddered again, and he shook his head like an old dog falling into the water. He held the stone wall of the shop at the intersection and took two big breaths. After the dizziness in his head disappeared, he staggered forward.

　　 After walking through two streets, he reached into his pocket and took out a small copper key. The moment he turned into the alley, he suddenly stopped.

　　 In the middle of the alley stood a man in a black robe.

　　 did not panic, stretched out his callous hand and snapped his fingers quickly. Hearing a bang, the black-robed man was blown into the sky by the explosion on the spot, but it was not a stone but a piece of wood that fell to the ground.

　　 "Huh, fake body~"

　　Middle-aged pirates have been fighting on the ocean for decades, and it is not uncommon tonight.

　　 He looked up at the double moon above his head, confirmed that it was not a fantasy or a dream, and then put his fingers in his mouth and blew vigorously. As the sharp whistle spread in all directions, he turned and looked at the road behind him, and a figure was forced to withdraw from his invisibility.

　　 The stranger in the black robe stretched out his white hand and pointed, just like what happened just now, there was a violent explosion on the ground under Peisel's feet.

　　 The two have the same ability.

　　 He didn't evade, the spirits of the drowned appeared clinging to his body, and these souls who were forced to sacrifice protected the master of the spell from outside harm.

　　 grinned open, revealing his yellow teeth:

　　 "Hi, girl!"

　　 The black one-eyed showed a fierce look, but it was also clear that the battle must be ended as soon as possible. The explosion just now would cause a lot of trouble.

　　 There was the sound of metal collision in the sky, which seemed to be the ship dropping the anchor. Amid the sound of the chains, a black metal chain like a snake emerged from the shadow under the black robe man's feet, leaped upward and entangled her right hand.

　　 "Ha~"

　　The middle-aged pirate rushed forward with a sick smile, almost crossing the street in one step. The right fist was punched hard and was picked up by the black robe woman's left hand.

　　 A worse smile appeared on his face, and the moment his fists met, his mouth split. A piece of black hair was actually wrapped around the browned tooth that was missing a front tooth.

　　 Compared to the chain just now, this hair rushed towards the woman who couldn't move her hands more like a slamming snake. A miserable howl echoed in the air, it was the voice of the soul in the hair.

　　 The woman suddenly raised her head, revealing her face originally hidden under her hood. On the delicate face, gold powder and silver powder together form a strange and sacred pattern.

　　 "Exorcism mark? She knew that there was... in my teeth."

　　 Hoover Peasel thought of many possibilities for a moment, he quickly stepped back, and finally chanted a familiar spell. The sound of the waves of the sea raged from one end of the street, and the turbulent water split the two on both sides of the street.

　　 turned around and ran towards the alley, but he did not expect that a man with a cane would have been waiting for him at the alley.

　　 "[Knowledge Endowment]!"

　　 Before dodge, the silver light piece collided with the running pirate. The speed of advance made the unconscious man slide a few feet forward and collapsed to the ground motionless.

　　 "[Profane production]!"

　　 Jenkins bent down and watched the vines sticking out of the void into/into the temples on both sides of the man. After a few seconds of sucking/sucking, he left an extremely illusory coin.

　　 "Give the knowledge of blasphemy first, and then make the blasphemy, and you still get less than one-thousandth of a coin. It seems that this cheating method doesn't work, it's a pity..."

　　 stood up and watched the lady magic who had cleared the sea coming from the alley.

　　 Although it summons the turbulent water out of thin air, it is a bit exaggerated to cross the entire street, but this is the power of the high-level gift. Fortunately, the sourceless water disappeared soon after losing the master's control, and Miss Magic was able to come over to check the situation.

　　 "I fainted, I think it is unlikely that I will wake up. If you want to do something, we must hurry up, the movement just now was a bit big."

"I know."

　　 The woman crossed Jenkins and squatted down, with a silver dagger in her right hand for unknown time. This description does not mean that the material of this dagger is pure silver, it is more like mercury flowing but fixed in shape by an invisible shell.

　　 She didn't mind that Mr. Candle and his cat stared from behind, and she opened the middle-aged pirate's jacket to reveal her chest.

　　 "啧啧啧~"

　　 Jenkins sighed behind her, because the man had a skull-like tattoo on his chest. This is not an ordinary tattoo like the right shoulder of a pirate. The skeleton itself looks alive, with blue flames shaking slightly in the hollowed eye sockets of the skull.

　　 "What is this... if you don't mind telling me."

　　 This is some intention to spy on other people's secrets, so Jenkins will add the latter sentence.

　　Miss Magic did not speak, but took a small glass bottle from her pocket and dumped the pellets that looked like salt. As the white particles touched the skull, the screaming sound continued. The blue flame in the eyes of the skull tattoo shook for a few times and then went out. The skull that could make expressions also stayed still, completely transformed into a normal tattoo. Look like.

　　 She slowly touched the skin with a flowing mercury-like dagger, and cut off the skin of her chest with a very rusty technique. Compared with the coroner in the police morgue, it is obvious that Miss Magic has not done anything similar. In short, when she got what she wanted, the original owner of the tattoo was dead.

　　 In Jenkins' eyes, this skin with a skull tattoo itself has a dim black aura. The intensity of the aura shows that this is not a permanent and effective transcendent item, but it is certainly inseparable from the tricks.

　　Miss Magic took out a roll of parchment tied with a ribbon from the large pocket on the outside of the robe. Carefully spread the parchment roll on the ground and place the skin on the parchment paper. With the murmur of curses, the piece of fresh human skin slowly melted, leaving only the tattoo imprinted on the parchment.

　　 There are two blood stains on the edge of the parchment paper. This is the only evidence that can prove the origin of the skull pattern on the paper.

Section 309 Chapter 304 The Legend of the Skeleton Sword (1/15)

　　 Jenkins heard the noise in the distance, and turned around, there were some shaking lights at the entrance of the alley, which proved that someone was running towards here with a kerosene lamp.

　　 After finishing the skull tattoo, Miss Magic nodded to Jenkins, and the two immediately ran to the deeper part of the alley.

　　 This gift robe can resist the effect of divination, especially after absorbing another black robe in front of the Gate of Vientiane. Jenkins only recently wanted to understand what function it had. When performing divination at different points in time, the identity of Jenkins obtained can only be his identity at that point in time.

For example, what just happened, even if there are advanced fortune-tellers struggling to see the truth amidst the signs and symbols of confusion, they will only see a "Mr. Candle" without any information instead of collecting tricks. People in black robes or twin demons who behave fiercely.

　　 The two people ran along the alley tacitly. Miss Magic had investigated the nearby terrain, so it was a good way to avoid people attracted from all directions.

　　 They finally returned to the rocky beach on the river bank, but not the original bridge.

　　 "The action went well, thank you for your help, Mr. Candle."

　　 The woman’s voice sounded very happy. She turned around and handed Jenkins an oil paper bag, which contained five Flintstone-sized spiritual magnets.

　　 "I didn't do anything."

　　 As he spoke, he pushed the chocolate's paws away, and the cat was attacking his hair on the shoulder. It's time for chocolate to go to bed now, and it is reminding Jenkins to go home as soon as possible.

　　 "You don't need to be so humble. Whether it is judging that the female ghost's hair is hidden in the teeth in advance, or finally subduing him easily, it is all your credit."

　　 She thought for a while, and took out the roll of parchment with skull tattoos from the cuffs.

　　 "Actually, you can tell you what it is. Although this is not very important, please keep it secret."

"No problem at all."

　　 "I wonder if Mr. Candle has heard of A-12-1-0044?"

　　 This number is very familiar. Jenkins thought for a while, and suddenly realized what it was: "The skull sword of the dead soul?"

　　 "It's fine if you know, I don't need to explain more...Please don't show such an expression, I am not a lunatic who wants to launch undead natural disasters again."

　　 No wonder Jenkins thinks so. The incident 30 years ago did not cause a mess, but the resulting corpse plague was the most serious continental plague since this era.

"Thirty years ago, the Orthodox Church surrounded the owner of the Skeleton Sword and his army in a small town, but when the Legion of Undead was wiped out, the sword went missing. Until 10 years ago, I don’t know where it came from. After receiving the news, A-12-1-0044 disappeared long before the incident was revealed, and it can only be found through its scattered marks. It is said that there are thousands of marks in total, but only one can be found."

"This is……"

"Yes, this is the mark. In fact, there are many doubts about the matter itself, such as the source of these marks. But my purpose is not to find the sword. With a probability of one in a thousand, I don't want to bet... …"

　　 Jenkins nodded, looked at the pattern on the parchment, and wrote it down. The red and blue moonlight shone on the skull, not only didn't make it terrible, but felt a little holy.

　　 He didn't know much about 30 years ago, but the degree of danger of that trick is obvious. Jenkins will not listen to Miss Magic's side words, there is already too much malice in Nolan City, and there is no need for the Legion of the Undead and the Black Death plague. He will look for information on this pattern, hoping that things are really as she said.

　　 Although Miss Magic hired Jenkins, according to the rules, in addition to what she needs, the other trophies obtained must be equally divided. Hoover Peasel’s poverty level exceeded the expectations of the two. This is probably a common problem with pirates. All the currencies on his body add up to less than 10 shillings. But the female ghost's hair belongs to a numbered item, and it is still a very precious offensive special item, which is quite valuable.

　　 "Go estimate the price, and pay me directly in the form of gold pounds at the next meeting."

　　 He didn't choose to keep this item for himself, because the deposit in his hand was not enough to make up for Miss Magic's other half of the difference. But fortunately, the image of this item is terrible, and he can comfort himself with this reason:

　　 "It's not that I can't afford it, but that I don't want to own it."

　　 I feel much better when I think about it.

　　 "Do you trust me so? Just hand it over to me?"

　　Miss Magic asked with a smile, that the harvest tonight was in line with expectations, and it did not cause other troubles, which made her doubt whether the side effects of the wishing tree were just rumors.

　　 "I trust you very much, yes, I rarely doubt my friends."

　　 Jenkins said with a smile to the woman whose real name was Agnes Howard, whose address had been found.

　　 (Chocolate is selling cute...)

　　Miss Magic did not lie, she gave the same answer about the skull tattoo information as the answer given by the old man. When Jenkins started the conversation, the topic was gear germs, and then he talked about the flu this fall, and then talked about the terrible infectious disease thirty years ago, and finally talked about the Skeleton Sword after a big circle.

　　 Papa knew even more about this matter than Miss Audrey, he was as if he had experienced it personally. Dad also thinks that the source of that kind of tattoo is very weird, but since it is not a permanent special item, the degree of harm has to be reduced a lot.