"Which one is it?"

"Oh, sir, this is just'heard'. No one can explain the specific things except the Church of Orthodox God. This incident also led to the frequent patronage of some gifters here after that, and the church could not bear to organize In one operation, at least ten unlucky guys who wanted to try their luck were arrested. Since then, no one dares to come here at night anymore."

　　 Jenkins snorted, so Mr. Hood chose this place because no one would have guessed that anyone was so bold.

　　 Everyone who attended the party arrived late or late. It seems that no one has lost their lives because of the recent frequent occurrences, which makes Jenkins feel a little relieved.

　　 As usual, everyone exchanged information one by one. This time, there was nothing new to Jenkins. What everyone discussed was all about the 31st or the chaos of the previous week.

　　 Mr. Black Cat said a lot. He seemed to have gone to the front line of the battle and obtained some intelligence. He described the details of the witches initiating a ritual to summon the upside down shadow, as if he was right there.

　　 Other people probably thought the same way, so they all subconsciously moved a few steps aside.

　　 This time the exchange of information took longer than ever. After all, too much happened in Nolan City during this time. And Mr. Black Cat told everyone that he was ready to leave here.

　　 Although there are some benefits to frequent incidents, he still thinks his life is more important. Therefore, this is the last time Mr. Black Cat will attend everyone's party.

　　As for the so-called New God believers, most people have the same views. No one doubts the authenticity of the existence of this group of people. The focus of the discussion is who they are.

　　 Mr. Hood believes that the believers of the new gods should be very high-level non-registered benefactors, and there should be no close contact between them. Compared to a church with a clear organizational structure, they seem to be directly obedient to the false god.

　　 Considering that the new **** hasn't been long since the emergence of the new god, it is understandable that the number of his followers is scarce.

After 　　, Jenkins did not participate in the trading session. Except for the inconvenient things to carry, all his belongings were reimbursed in the pool under the tree, and there was not much cash on him. The only valuables were the three ashes, because at the time, considering that he was going to enter the pool, he didn't throw them down.

　　 But everyone who participated in the party was not interested in this thing, and Miss Magic even showed some emotions of fear. I want to come, that day she was really chased and killed miserably.

　　 After the party, Mr. Hood announced that the next time and place will be calculated from the date of the next snowfall. Nolan has never lack of precipitation in winter, so there is no need to worry about too long intervals.

　　 When the clock tower struck twelve times in a row, everyone left by drawing lots. Jenkins was lucky to be the first one, but he didn't leave immediately after he came to the alley with the cat in his arms, but waited quietly.

　　 Fifteen minutes later, Miss Magic also appeared.

　　 "Do you have anything to do with me?"

　　 She looked very alert, Jenkins was standing behind a pile of wooden boxes, and she refused to step inward at the alley.

　　 "There are indeed some things...what you do so cautiously, we are also acquaintances, are you still worried that I will harm you?"

　　 "I don't know anything about you followers of the new god."

　　 She guessed it, she guessed the lie that Jenkins wove.

　　 shrugged and walked two steps towards the woman. Although she cowered a little, she did not back down. Since Miss Magic did not reveal to the people who had just gathered about the two people meeting in the Evergreen Forest, it means that she is not as afraid and scared as she is now.

"I have a big event recently, and the next meeting may not be able to attend in time, so if I really do not show up, please let me know the time for the next meeting. Just use the communication method we used last time when we traded. ."

　　 "What are you doing again?"

　　 she asked nervously.

"You won't be involved... Don't be like this, I mean, although I don't know your true identity, this matter will not involve ordinary citizens. Now please tell me, do you agree? ?"

　　 The woman was silent for a while: "Yes."

"That's good."

　　 He smiled, soothed the yawning cat, and when he turned to leave, he thought of another thing:

　　 "One more thing, the ritual I commissioned you to fix last time has some problems."

　　 "There can be no problem."

　　 Talking about this problem, she became a lot tougher at once:

　　 "There is absolutely no problem."

　　 "No no no, ma'am, don't be so excited."

　　 The man stretched out his hand and pressed it down, "Your repair was successful, but it was a bit too successful."

　　PS: Adding is even more a bad habit, because my number of manuscripts is limited, which will destroy my update plan. But now that I am adding more, I will ask for a wave of votes by the way, which is regarded as an update for the purpose of asking for votes.

Chapter 413 Chapter 407 Ancient Rituals

"The ritual is very easy to use, far beyond my expectation. The current use effect seems to be much better than what I described. To use an analogy, the effect I perceive is like a pebble, and the effect after your repair is ours. The three-story well-decorated building next to me."

　　 "Of course."

　　Miss Magic's tone was a little proud: "I searched for some information, only to find that the ritual was created based on the 14th Era of God's descending ritual. But I happen to know a little bit about it, so I can achieve better results."

　　 "God descending ceremony?"

　　 As he asked, he felt that the current effect seemed to be really similar to the projection of a god.

"Yes, although great gods can choose the time and space they descend at will, their power cannot be imagined by mortals. But in the very old age, it was far more difficult for gods to come to the material world than it is now. As for the reason, I don't know. "

　　 She cleared her throat and said:

"Looking through the records of the Church of Orthodox Gods and saints, we can also find some clues. And the initial surrender of God requires a mortal body to have at least 8 levels and three sets of very complex interlocking abilities. These three sets of interlocking abilities. They have long been lost because they are not practical. But one theory is that mastering them in the modern era can allow the gods to descend directly without using any ritual assistance."

　　 "What chain ability?"

　　 Jenkins likes to understand these interesting rumors.

　　 "Mr. Candle, your luck is very good. I happen to know the names of two of them: [Energy Shell] and [My God is here]!"

　　 I was taken aback when I heard the familiar phrase, and then my face changed immediately.

　　 He didn't even notice when Miss Magic left, he just kept thinking about the chain abilities traded from Hathaway, and where she got it.

　　 That deal was one of Jenkins's few loss-making businesses, so the memory is very deep. If it were other abilities, he wouldn't behave like he is now, but it would not be a joke when it comes to gods.

　　 "Where did she get that chain?"

　　 With such a question, he hurriedly left from the other side of the alley.

　　 There is one more thing to do tonight, so I changed the appearance several times and put the cat in my arms and let it rest for a while.

　　 It's almost one o'clock in the morning, and only patrolling policemen are still walking on the street. There are no lights in the city, only the biting cold wind blowing through the alley making a strange sound.

　　 Tonight is the delivery time of [Witch’s Kiss]. Since the three ashes cannot be sold, he now intends to use the money from the drug sale for future travels. Although the church has arranged his board and lodging, he cannot be reimbursed for souvenirs.

　　 I don't know who the buyers that Miss Miller contacted are actually, and they would actually agree to deliver the goods so late. The place of the transaction is also in the city, which is a large warehouse near the dock area. In the month before the freeze period, a large number of goods were shipped out by sea, leaving many warehouses idle.

　　 Fortunately, it is not far from St. George Street, so you can go home soon after the transaction.

　　 I thought that Nolan’s night in early winter was unusually quiet when I was walking through the road, but only after I got into the alley did I find that there were a lot of people who were all messed up.

　　 Except for the drunk drunkard, some secret gatherings, private meetings, and smuggling transactions all happened at this time. Jenkins even accidentally interrupted the conversation between the two gifters, but fortunately he ran faster.

　　 came out of the alley, and the cold wind roared across the street. From a distance, he could see the row of low warehouses. The man leaned back against the brick wall and took out his lady's pocket watch.

　　 "It's still half an hour, it's early..."

　　 For transactions with strangers, Jenkins will never arrive early. Out of a cautious state of mind, he walked around the warehouse, and even put out the chocolate to see if there was anyone on the roof.

　　 It can be seen that the chocolate is on the verge of anger. This time is the time for it to sleep. There is reason to believe that if he does not go home within an hour, Jenkins needs to fight the cat's paw.

　　 went around and went back to the alley, unexpectedly standing against the wall a dark and thin young man. He was bent over not knowing what to do there, but like Jenkins, he was surprised that someone suddenly appeared.

　　 "Ordinary people."

　　 This made Jenkins relax a bit.

　　 "Hi~"

The young man greeted awkwardly, pinched a cigarette with sparks in his right hand, and waved a rough-worked cigarette case at Jenkins with his left hand: "Sir, do you want a cigarette? This is good stuff. It's a pound elsewhere. It can be changed for the five wires. I am cheaper here.

　　 said with an eyebrow, a faint yellow smoke sprayed out of his mouth.

　　 Jenkins frowned, after the crisp sound of the safety latch being pulled apart, he raised the pistol:

　　 "Go!"

　　 "Oh, don't shoot!"

　　The black and thin young man threw away the cigarettes and cigarette cases in his hands, and even pulled out the afterimage when his hands were raised: "Sir, don't shoot what you want, don't shoot!"

　　 "Go!"

　　 he repeated impatiently.

　　 The young man raised his hands sneered and backed away step by step. When he finally reached the alleyway, he violently twisted his body and fled to the other side of the street.

　　 "Everyone has it."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, stepping forward and using the bottom of his boots to stamp out the still burning cigarette butts: "There is really no morality, what should I do if it causes a fire?"

　　 He turned around to leave, but stopped again, knelt down and picked up the cigarette case. After pulling it apart, what appeared in the moonlight were five white cigarettes lying quietly.

　　 The color of cigarette paper is really pure white, which can even be compared with the document paper used in church office.

　　 He hesitated, and a flame burned in his hand to burn all these things. Although they are very valuable, Jenkins does not need to be a cigarette dealer. There are many ways for him to make money.

　　 stood in the cold wind for another twenty minutes, and walked into the warehouse under the pressure of time. Most traders also think of Jenkins, and the time difference between seven or eight women and his arrival is only two minutes.

　　Yes, the traders are all women, among them there are two gifters, and the rest are all ordinary people.

　　 When Miss Miller contacted the buyer, she had already negotiated the price. A small bottle is about half a pint (approximately 284.13 ml), and the price is 20 pounds. How many times the specific profit has doubled Jenkins is too lazy to figure it out. The price even made him think about moving to the Shire.

Chapter 414-The Dream of the Ancient Gods

　　 But fortunately, Jenkins is the kind of person who hates life changes, at least until the city of Nolan is completely destroyed, he will never have the idea of ​​moving elsewhere.

　　The women who bought the medicine didn't speak, and covered their faces with clothing such as hoods. They just took out the rolled paper currency in exchange for glass bottles from Jenkins. However, based on the physical characteristics of walking and the faint smell of perfume on the body, it can be judged that they are all rich aristocratic girls and ladies.

　　 In fact, if you can buy this thing, you can't have no money.

　　 23 bottles were sold in this transaction, and the harvest of one night was about a small house in the center of Nolan. After he handed over the last bottle of potion, he stood there and waited for the women to leave before pacing into the street.

　　 "What am I doing~"

　　 An uncontrollable sigh in his heart, he was clearly fighting against the cultists for the peace of the city a few days ago, and in a blink of an eye he became a merchant selling contraband late at night.

　　 "Forget it, just take it if you have money."

　　 If there are still things that still haunt Jenkins after the big incident of last week, then it must be the last person who tried to attack him with a pistol.

　　 The church investigated the identity of the corpse while Jenkins was in a coma, and even invited Miss Audrey to perform divination on the corpse. Very surprisingly, there are no clues at all.

　　 This person seems to have appeared out of thin air. No trace of him can be found in the local area. The divination is blocked by a strange power, and he is trying to psychic but cannot find his soul.

　　 But at least the church is convinced that he is not a believer in the new god, nor is he a member of any illegal organization that has been active locally recently. The secret guard seemed to have found some strange traces from the body, but the details are still unclear.

　　Wednesday was originally to attend Miss Bevanna’s fighting course, but in order to attend Mr. Hood’s party in time, Jenkins could only excuse being too tired, so the course was transferred to Thursday.

　　 The place where the two were training was in a training ground under the church. The place was scary and empty. Since Miss Bevanna wanted to use it, no one dared to go down during the period.

　　 The first lesson of training starts with a physical fitness test, which does not trouble Jenkins. In fact, although the specific role of [Undead] is not yet clear, after waking up that day, it was obvious that the body was growing in a stronger direction.

　　 In order to arrange the training course later, the physical fitness test lasted all night, and it was not until the early morning that Miss Bevanna announced the end of the first course.

　　 At the end, she found two soft cushions, and then taught Jenkins a strange dance-like movement.

　　 This set of movements does not require the body to assume a posture that violates human body functions, but every time it is repeated, it is obvious that fatigue comes from all parts of the body.

　　Miss Bevanna finished it very smoothly, and Jenkins completely relied on herself to repeat, panting as if she had just wrestled with chocolate over the shower.

"Sorry what is this?"

　　 he asked, lying on the cushion, not wanting to sit up at all.

"At least before the 13th era, all kinds of powerful alien creatures were still active in the material world. Gifters rely on abilities, and ordinary people have their own methods. Some ancient families also inherited some fighting skills, but in fact they are all Relying on extraordinary medicine and long-term training, the body's abilities can be used to the limit."

　　 "I have never heard of these things, nor did my father talk about them."

"Of course."

　　 Miss Bevanna reached out to Jenkins, and then pulled him up:

"No matter how powerful ordinary people are, they are just ordinary people. With some inconvenient things to say, most of these ancient techniques have been lost. The set I taught you is also missing. It was created by my mother's family. Passing on, I think this set of movements should only be left to me now."

While 　　 spoke, some loneliness appeared inadvertently.

　　 awakened the cat lying on the side, and the two walked upstairs side by side along the stone steps. As soon as I arrived at the corridor, I heard a noise coming from the front.

　　 "It's all dreams...wake up soon...hahahaha~"

　　The sound was getting closer and closer, and after turning the corner, I saw Captain Bincy and several team members holding down a middle-aged man wriggling crazily on the ground.