Mr. Gilbert squatted down, picked up a small stone and threw it down. There was no response except for the sound of collision with the rock wall nearby.

"This matter is very serious. Even the church does not know that there is such a place so close to Berduran... The ruins here cannot be built by the ancient robber, although he was in that era. Very famous, but there is no such power..."

　　 Jenkins also pointed his head down at this time, and there was a deeper darkness below the abyss. In the interests of safety, he did not control the ball of light downward, because there is no guarantee that anything will be disturbed by doing so.

"There is also the missing Mr. Alexander and the dagger who did not appear here. The latter is better. It may be just a normal criminal. It is good to check the wanted warrants when you go back. But since the former can plan this. This kind of thing must not be a simple character. In fact, what I am more curious about is, what did he get from this?"

Chapter 446 Chapter Four Hundred and Fortieth Lamps and Bottles

　　 Although it is underground, there is still plenty of oxygen, but it's a bit cold. People must keep walking around to ensure that their feet will not be numb from the cold, and they don't know how the chocolate just stood on the ground.

　　 "Maybe some dangerous items that have been lost, such as...A-12-1-0044, the dead soul's skull sword?"

　　 Jenkins guessed, Mr. Gilbert smiled and shook his head, patted him on the shoulder:

"Unexpectedly, you still know this, but definitely not. Please rest assured. Oh, the things here have nothing to do with you, and you don’t need to worry anymore. At least you are 30 years old and before you reach level 5, what you need to pay attention to The matter is limited to the Diocese of Nolan. Moreover, we are not without gain..."

　　 The logistics team is responsible for carrying food, drinking water, ceremonial materials and other items. Among them, a black leather bag is kept most strictly, with three black masks inside.

　　 "The two are yours, and the rest are kept in the church. Are you coming first or me first?"

　　 He made a please gesture.

　　 Jenkins looked at the mask, and then at the rock wall about a few hundred feet away.

　　 "You come first."

　　 Mr. Gilbert chose the bronze box with falling feathers on the side. He held the mask in his hand, and with the effect of his ability, it slowly drifted across the abyss, just embedded in the dent.

　　 With the harsh metal rubbing sound, the mask-inlaid side slowly opened downwards, and Jenkins's ball of light hurriedly approached.

There is a figurine in the 　　 box, but this statement is not very correct, because ordinary people do not have wings, and their faces cannot show such a ferocious expression.

The figurine of 　　 has a red aura in Jenkins' eyes, and he can't see anything until the box is opened.

　　 "It's not that the ability of the eyes is defective, but that my own level is too low."

　　 He fully believes in his golden fingers.

　　 "This should be some kind of elf statue..."

　　 Mr. Gilbert said, waving his hand with invisible force to make the statue drift across the abyss and into his hand, "Mr. William, do you need me to explain what an elf is?"

　　 "Oh, no, I think I know very well..."

　　 Although the treasure elves once encountered are only a phenomenon, Jenkins has always suspected that its prototype is an unknown subspecies of elf.

　　Since Gilbert's mask belongs to the church, this statue naturally belongs to the church. Jenkins' mask belongs to him, and in his capacity, no one would force him to hand it over.

　　 In the end, he didn't think of a way to accurately throw the mask through the abyss, so he had to leave it to Mr. Gilbert for help.

He had an idea for a long time, and he still remembered Miss Audrey’s three card fortune-telling before leaving Nolan. The results were the "black mask", "right crown" and "right moon eclipse", and he had already met when he went here. To the first two.

　　 "I want to see what's in the box with the crescent moon."

　　 The mask floated across the abyss again, and after exactly the same process, a copper-yellow oil lamp appeared in the box.

　　 "Yellow aura! It's a spell item!"

　　 As for which bronze box should be opened for the last mask, Jenkins thought for a long time and decided to give his cat the choice. It looked extremely happy, and the box the cat chose was a sealed empty bottle.

　　 He thought the bottle itself was a special item, but it didn't have the slightest aura. After opening it, it was empty. Even tried to dump it downward, but nothing came out. Therefore, Jenkins and Mr. Gilbert can only think that some special medicines were originally stored in them, but they have all leaked out due to a long time.

　　 The bottle was thrown by Jenkins to the chocolate. Although this kind of thing is considered an antique, but the ordinary style is not very valuable. Since it was chosen by my cat, it belongs to it naturally.

　　Chocolate pushed the bottle to the edge of the cliff with his paws, looked back, and saw that the writer's attention was still on the remaining bronze box, he carefully flicked off the cork and pointed his mouth at the mouth of the bottle.

　　 There is an obvious swallowing action at the throat, but there is no substance flowing in the narrow gap between the cat’s mouth and the bottle mouth. But if you look more closely, you can find that the air has a wonderful optical effect in a few moments. It's a pity that the cat's body blocked everyone's sight, and Jenkins only saw the final scene of its little paw kicking the bottle into the abyss.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Seeing that Jenkins was a little angry, Chocolate wagd his tail and slipped to his feet, looking up at Jenkins' eyes. Because of the angle, the cat's eyes appear extraordinarily large. Jenkins waited for it for dozens of seconds, and sighed without blame.

　　 This incident has developed to such a point that it has little to do with Jenkins. As Mr. Gilbert said, his focus is still in the city of Nolan.

　　 Mr. Alexander who escaped, the missing dagger was born first, or the truth under the abyss, the mysterious thief, these will take a long time to pursue and explore.

　　 "Maybe one day in the future, the results of these things will be heard from the old man or Miss Bevanna, but it will definitely not involve me..."

　　 After returning to the ground, the sun has completely set. The next day was the day when he got up and returned to Nolan City. Therefore, Jenkins did not choose to go out again, but spent time on reading.

　　 On Monday morning, several gentlemen and ladies who are familiar with the Holy See came to see Jenkins off. The train he took will depart on time at 11 o'clock in the morning, so there is still time to say goodbye to the friends he just met in the morning.

　　The first stop was naturally to visit Miss Windsor, thanking her for inviting to the dance party. Although there were some unpleasant things in the ball, the noble girl was still a friend to make.

　　 The Duke of Windsor has his own manor on the outskirts of Berdylan, not far from the buildings of the Holy See. Miss Windsor received him here.

　　 The temperature is already very low in late November. Even in the morning, the fireplace must be lit in the reception room to keep warm. Although this reception room was luxuriously decorated and large in size, Jenkins thought it was still inferior to the one in the house that Miss Stuart lent to Miss Miller.

　　 "Baron William, are you ready to return to Nolan so soon? I think half a week should not be enough for you to fully understand the city."

　　 The woman is sitting on the chair, she was reading the newspaper just now.

Section 447 Chapter 441 Goodbye, Bel Dylan!

"This weekend’s sightseeing has been exciting enough...I mean, it is true, but Nolan is my home compared to Berdyland. And now the steam train is so convenient, I can always Come again."

　　 Jenkins answered Miss Windsor’s question while raising the cat on his lap:

　　 "And my cat is homesick too, isn't it, chocolate?"

　　 He gently shook the cat, and Chocolati impatiently rubbed his hand with his paw, opposing this behavior of lifting the cat without consent.

　　 "As far as I know, there should be quite a few young ladies sending letters to you? Not interested?"

　　 There was a smile on her face.

　　 Jenkins thought for a while and thought that the relationship between the two should not be close enough to talk about this topic. He is accustomed to unpacking all the letters sent to him, so he also knows how explicit the letters sent to his residence recently, and even some envelopes contain private clothing...

　　 "How should I respond to a strange woman who wants to start a private topic?"

　　 Miss Stuart’s small class did not touch on this issue, but Hathaway’s notes were very detailed.

"I haven’t had time to open those letters... Speaking of the letters, I remembered a letter sent to me by Bishop Parrod of Nolan diocese, inviting me to the end of the year celebration, so I wanted to Go back earlier. I think there should be a similar event in Bel Dylan. At the ball that night, I heard that the royal family would allocate a large sum of money for celebrations..."

　　Hathaway’s suggestion is to move the topic to other areas without changing her mind. To be "just right", not only can it not appear very abrupt, but also make the other person realize that they are not willing to continue the topic.

　　 Jenkins thought he did a good job, because Miss Windsor really stopped talking about those shameful letters.

　　 Before saying goodbye, she also invited Jenkins to go to her own manor in Windsor to escape the heat in the summer of next year. But this is already half a year later. You have to know that Jenkins hasn't been in this world for such a long time, so he just vaguely agreed to go if he has time.

　　 The next stop is the Tegel Museum. Although the church has begun investigating the source of Mr. Tegel's mask, Jenkins still thinks he should talk to him again.

　　 But unfortunately, the museum is closed today. According to the janitor’s explanation, Mr. Tegel’s friends in foreign countries had obtained some “good things”. He had already left the city on a steam train on Saturday.

　　 This should be just a coincidence, because Professor Burns also mentioned that his friend frequently travels around the mainland. He left a letter to Mr. Tigle, carrying his suitcase and moving on to Granny Caroline's apartment.

　　 The old man happened to be at home today. When Jenkins knocked on the door, she was wearing a pair of reading glasses and knitting a sweater on the rocking chair.

　　 The white cat she kept shook like a sieve since the door opened and saw the chocolate. After a while, it voluntarily hid under the bed and refused to come out.

　　 "No, thank you, I won't go in."

　　 He politely rejected the old man’s invitation to invite him in, and stood in front of the door and said:

　　 "Today I am going back to Nolan, and I just passed by you on the way to the station. I want to ask, is there any message I need to bring to Miss Eisenach?"

　　 "Oh, there is indeed a letter, I originally planned to go to the mailbox on the street in the afternoon..."

　　 She walked back to the house with her waist, picked up a stamped letter from the dinner table, turned around, and took out a necklace from the small basket with wool.

"This letter is for Gunni Vale. Please help me tell her that next time you send a letter, you don’t need to send a letter in it. I live alone and can’t spend so much money, and Living in this alley, it is more dangerous to have money at home. This is for you..."

　　 The necklace was stuffed into Jenkins' hands by her.

"This......"

　　 He knew it was silver as soon as he touched it. Although it is impossible to judge whether it is an antique at first glance, at least from the first impression, it will not be a modern handicraft. The pendant of the necklace is a woman stretching her body, and a silk cloth falls from her high right hand, just covering all the unsuitable exposed parts.

　　 If you take it to the old antique shop to sell, this necklace can sell at least 2 pounds 7 shillings.

"You take it, it will only be cheaper if you keep it in my hands. Those thieves who don't know when they will come back. William, I haven't communicated with young people like you for a long time. You are a good boy.. ...."

　　 She leaned her waist and held the door frame with her left hand:

　　 "For people my age, these are all things outside of the body. This is considered a gift from me. Don't refuse, accept it."

　　 "You are really..."

　　 He felt that rejecting the old man’s kindness would actually hurt her, but he didn’t refuse, and he felt that taking away expensive accessories from an old man living alone is a very bad behavior.

"Well, thank you for your gift. If I have time to visit Berduran again, I will come to see you again. If you encounter difficult things, you can also write to me or go to the Church of the Sages for help. I There are many friends in the church..."

　　 Caroline’s mother-in-law’s necklace is exquisitely crafted, but the actual price is not as good as the mess that the girls gave Jenkins after the duel that night. He can only stuff the necklace into the suitcase and keep it as a souvenir, and in his heart bless the old man living alone not to get involved in the gang wars that often occur in the alley.

　　 The ticket to return to Nolan City is still a VIP carriage and does not require Jenkins to pay. It is said that this time there are bodyguards who will hide their identities to follow, but the passengers in the same compartment plus their servants have exceeded the double digits, and he can't guess which one will be.

In the train carriage when 　　 came, the fat lady was his bodyguard. He only heard about this recently, but because of this he thought that the same routine shouldn't be repeated twice. This time the bodyguard should think of a new way to hide himself.

　　 The train departs on time, which is rare, and Mr. Gilbert sees Jenkins off at the station as a representative. He waved his hand and watched Jenkins respond with his head puppet sticking out of the window. The tail of the train quickly turned into a black spot, and then completely disappeared from view.

　　PS: After this volume is over, a new volume begins!

Chapter 448 Chapter 442

　　 "Good noon, do you want to have lunch together? Miss'Kingsley' will come over with Julia in a while."

　　 is still the familiar fireplace, and the figures of Jenkins and Chocolate gradually become solid from transparency.

　　 "Oh, yes, the lunch on the train is really hard to swallow."

　　 Since the "30-year-old proposal" event that day, Jenkins blushed unconsciously every time he saw Miss Miller. But Miss Miller did not show any abnormalities, and even made him suspect that what happened that day was his own crazy fantasy.

　　Miss Li Stuart would not visit during the day. Jenkins, who knew her true identity, understood the reason. She came today because a small auction will be held somewhere in the city in the afternoon. It is said that someone is going to sell some "magical and interesting items".

　　 After experiencing the treacherous realm over there, she fully understood that she was still too dangerous to act alone, so she thought of inviting Jenkins and Miss Miller to go together.

　　 Manipulating the knife and fork skillfully to handle the bacon on the plate, Jenkins remembered one thing at this time. He looked up at Miss Stuart and Julia, and thought it would be okay even if they were there.

　　 "I have learned some very interesting knowledge recently."

　　 He pretended to be very casual and started the topic, seeing that Miss Miller was already listening, and then said:

"It is said that in the era long ago, interlocking abilities were more common than now. Gifters usually planned their own development routes. Rather than taking a certain ability as the core of development in this era, they are more inclined to use strong interlocking. Competence is the core."

"Yes, but with the disappearance of alien species and the end of the war years, people have found that the destructive power is not necessarily the best ability. In particular, the development of the steam industry has made it less likely to start a large-scale war. The choices of the readers tend to be individual special abilities, rather than chain abilities that require a long preparation time."

　　Miss Miller nodded, and saw Jenkins’ cat standing on his right hand, licking a green bead. She raised her eyebrows, suspecting that her ability to identify items was broken.

　　Miss Stuart didn't speak, she didn't know much about these ancient things. Although the royal family has also collected many classics, she has not found a suitable reason to watch them.

　　 "I recently learned about a few interesting chain abilities from friends, and the effects are not prone to destruction, which is very strange."

　　 Julia's ears moved. She became more and more confused about the origin of this Mr. Poirot, so when she heard him mention friends, she naturally became interested.

　　 "What ability?"

　　Miss Miller knows that Jenkins is very knowledgeable because of his church background. It must be really interesting to be called "interesting" by him.

　　 "The names of the two abilities are [Energy Shell] [My God is here]. Have you heard of it?"

"No."

"I do not have either."

　　 Both girls shook their heads.

　　 "This is also normal, my friend told me that in the ancient era, gods descended on the earth..."

　　 "Cough cough, cough cough."

　　Miss Stuart really squirted the soup out of her mouth. She probably panted with the wrong frequency when drinking the soup, so that the liquid entered the trachea. When Julia hurriedly cleaned the desktop, she was better.

　　 "I'm fine."

　　 She bowed her head and waved at Jenkins, wiping her mouth in a panic: "Mr. Poirot, just keep talking."