The train trip made Jenkins exhausted, so after sending Hathaway back to the destination, he was ready to go home to rest.

　　 Of course, I did not forget to make an appointment with her to meet another time to talk about tonight. Although when he appeared, the two rivals had already passed the stage of introducing each other's identities and started fighting, but that tall and strong gifter would not be an unpredictable murderer.

　　 "Let’s rest early."

　　 For safety reasons, Jenkins sent Hathaway directly back to the residence of Earl Hesha.

　　 Both were standing on the corner of the street. The horse had been put away because it was so conspicuous in the city.

　　 "Are you going home?"

　　 She lowered her head and asked softly. The shadow covered most of the woman's face, and Jenkins couldn't judge the other person's thoughts by the expression.

"Yes, three days and three nights of travel are really exhausting. I need enough sleep to regain my energy. God, I already miss my carpet... I mean, I already miss me. The bed."

　　 "Thank you for saving me tonight."

　　 If it were not for the old postboxes on the street and the rusty steam pipes crawling on the walls, Jenkins even suspected that he had crossed into a second-rate romance knight novel.

　　 "Stop talking about the lines of this second-rate novel, Hathaway, be careful in the future!"

　　 He honestly stated his thoughts: "Good dreams!"

"Sweet dreams!"

　　 The woman raised her head, actually struggling in her heart. And when she finally made up her mind, the man and cat had disappeared in the front corner. The night breeze in winter was a bit biting, but it couldn't extinguish the heat that had ignited in my heart just now.

　　 Even if the writer is more acquainted, he is very likely to spend a wonderful night.

　　 "Jenkins."

　　 The tongue was pressed against the teeth, and the ending trembling a little while exerting force. This is the first time a red-haired girl has pronounced this name in this tone.

　　 She stared at the street for a while, then looked up at the red and blue double moon above her head.

　　 "Jenkins."

　　 She shouted again in a low voice, full of confusion as to which moon she fell in love with.

　　 Not to mention the sentimental girl, Jenkins is indeed a little tired. After returning home, he washed hastily, and patiently wiped the four small paws of the chocolate with a towel, took the quilt and fell down.

　　 He never sleeps on the sofa, but prefers his own floor, so the sofa becomes a chocolate sleeping place.

　　 The cat pretended to yawn, then gracefully wiggled his tail, and slowly lay down on his own mat.

　　 It squinted one eye and looked at the quilt-covered man on the carpet. It didn't stand up again until it heard the sound of even breathing.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Milky screamed, standing on the sofa and raising his ears to observe the man's reaction, but he really fell asleep.

　　 The cat jumped up and down on the sofa for a while. Seeing that Jenkins really didn't react at all, he slowly jumped off the sofa, walked through the living room, and then got out of the small door under the door of the house.

　　 Nolan City had no rain or snow in the week that Jenkins left, and the ground was very dry. The cat wandered onto the lawn, then ducked out from under the fence of the yard and stood alone on the somewhat empty St. George Street.

Chapter 461 Chapter 455 Long-lost Antique Shop

　　 The moon was hidden by a dark cloud that did not appear when it appeared, making the cat's eyes seem to glow.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It barked again, but the kitten's voice was very small, and the cat's bark was originally a normal sound under the night sky of the city.

　　 After the chocolate call, he walked a few steps along the street, and finally stopped at the house of Jenkins’ neighbor, the widow Mrs. Margaret.

　　 The pregnant widow did not live here before Jenkins left Nolan, so there was no light in the house late at night.

　　 The cat melted into the night like a shadow, and entered the room through the yard and door.

　　 When it moved here, it had visited this house with Jenkins, but it just stood on the steps in front of the house and did not enter. But Chocolate is quite familiar with the structure of this house, so he found his goal effortlessly, which is the basement of the house.

　　 Unlike Jenkins who used the basement as a storage room and a dispensing laboratory, the basement of Widow Margaret's house was much more empty. In the small dark space, only chocolate amber eyes were glowing, and in its eyes, the basement was empty.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 lifted his right front paw and fiddled with it in the air. The dark chains like spider webs appeared in the air for a second, and then automatically began to unlock the blockade.

　　 After the sound of moving chains, the environment of the basement completely changed. In the center are some human bones that are framed together. The bones are burning with green flames. A black cauldron is suspended directly above the flame with chains. The flames are shaking and licking the bottom of the pot, one by one brown/bubbles come from the pot. The liquid surface burst.

　　 surrounds the pot, and a circle of glowing runes is carved on the flat ground. And in the interval of this circle of runes, a tortured bone was chained to the ground, occasionally struggling suddenly.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 There seemed to be invisible steps in the air, and the chocolate flew to the top of the black pot on them, and curiously poked his head towards the pot.

　　 took a sharp breath, then coughed frantically:

　　 "Cough, click..."

　　 It retreated to the wall in disgust, and waved its little paw again as before, and everything in front of it disappeared.

Back to the ground again, leaving some hard-to-find paw prints on the wall, climbed up the stairs to the second floor, stood by the bedroom window and glanced at Jenkins's house, and then returned to Jenkins's house without nostalgia. house. The man still sleeps quietly on the carpet, with a slight smile on his face.

　　 The cat gently stroked his face with his tail, and lay down on his own soft cushion. Squinted and looked at him secretly for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in peace.

　　 No one in the world will continue, and the same goes for Nolan City. During Jenkins's departure from Nolan, the citizens of Nolan City are still carrying on their own lives, and the benefactors who live in this city will not lead a peaceful life because of the departure of a certain troublesome vortex.

　　 The Thursday when I returned to the long-lost old father antique shop was the 22nd of this month. Time always flies so fast.

"I am back!"

　　 He slammed the door open, and opened his arms with a big smile, trying to surprise Dad.

　　 "Oh~"

　　 The old man waved at him impatiently, meaning he heard it, but he didn't even raise his head.

　　 "When you come back, hurry up to work and tidy up the shelves over there."

　　 "Okay, sir!"

　　 Jenkins didn't care about his father's indifference, he was obviously busy with important things. Anyway, as long as he returns to a familiar environment, Jenkins is already very satisfied.

　　 The flame of the fireplace was burning as if before leaving, and the rocking chair in front of the fireplace seemed to be in the same position, but the goods on the shelves looked a bit strange. It seems that the antique shop made several big deals in the week after leaving.

　　 It wasn't until near noon that the old man put down the ancient book that seemed to be slagging in his hand, carefully placed it in the box, and then started talking with Jenkins.

　　 "Welcome back, Jenkins, you are my pride!"

　　 He is in the same mood as Jenkins a few hours ago: "How is it, is the journey going well?"

　　 "It went well, I also met a friend."

　　 There is no need to talk to the old man about the trick he encountered when he returned to the city and Mr. Alexander, because he could not explain how he escaped.

　　 luck? No, no, this kind of excuse is used too much, and it won't be easy to explain it in the future. After all, the hermit of destiny will not always fall in love with the same person.

　　 "You should remember to go to church in the afternoon. The bishop has been waiting for a long time. He is in good spirits recently, and I don't know what's wrong..."

　　 "I remember, oh, this is a souvenir for you."

　　 He walked from the shelf to the counter with a small brush, and pushed the package next to the chocolate to the old man.

　　 The old man helped his glasses, picked up the small package and shook it up:

　　 "Let me guess, socks? Scarf?"

　　 "It's a scarf."

　　 "Oh, you really are the same."

　　 Old man laughed.

　　 Within a week of leaving the city, the most important thing that happened here was not the end of the incident on the 31st, nor the follow-up treatment of the great plague, but another incident that spread to the entire continent.

This incident was also told to Jenkins by the old man. The conversation between the two people started with the street lights in Bel Dylan, and then moved to the rumors that gas street lights should be installed in this city, and then the old man proposed the gift and carriage that happened last night. Husband's death.

　　 Talking about this, he patted his head and thought of an important thing.

　　 "Yes, there is one thing to tell you. This incident was passed from the Holy See to the Diocese of Nolan on Tuesday afternoon. You probably haven't heard of it yet."

　　 While talking, he threw the Silence Charm onto the floor aside.

　　 "You have heard of the midnight homicides that happened frequently in the past six months, right?"

"Yes it is."

　　When I was in Berduran, I also talked about this with the businessman Suarez Rodríguez, but there was no definite conclusion yet.

　　 "So, are there really crazy people trying to carry out a sacrifice ritual that encompasses the entire continent?"

　　 "No, no, it's simpler than you think. This involves a trick."

　　 The chocolate cat's ears shook.

"It was actually a night watchman from [No Light Moon] who learned of this. He belongs to the Diocese of Samor, Chedgor County, Kingdom of Chessland. Earlier last week, the lucky man and his companion We found a midnight murderer who was active in the local area. That murderer was very powerful..."

　　 "What is the level of the gifter?"

　　 "Oh, don't interrupt Dad at will!"

Chapter 462 Chapter 456 Killing Mark

　　 complained dissatisfiedly about Jenkins' interruption, got up again and poke the fire coal in the fireplace with a poker, then explained:

　　"The level is not the key. The key is that there is a huge difference in strength between his normal state and the murder state. This is the fundamental reason why we can't find the clues to these murderers.

　　 In short, after paying a few lives, the night watchman team still did not find the murderer. Until the lucky night watchman happened to run into him while patrolling alone, and killed him in a one-on-one duel. Guess what happened afterwards? "

　　 Dad stopped deliberately at the most critical place.

"Ok......"

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, unconsciously tapped on the counter table with his fingers, and decided to guess in the most **** way:

　　 "He discovered that the murderer was his captain, or closest friend!"

　　 There was a suspicious expression on his face: "During the week you were traveling, did you only read knight novels, the few books I arranged..."

　　 "Look. Please keep talking!"

　　 "Huh, I will check tomorrow morning... He found a black mark on his chest. The mark is not a specific pattern, but more like a rune-like tattoo."

　　The chocolate is still lying there, but the little pricked ears show that it is also listening carefully.

"You probably won't know what it is. Even the Orthodox Church took a lot of effort to find it. That thing is A-01-1-6377, Mark of Killing. The last time this thing appeared was in the 14th era. Thing."

　　 The facial features on the cute little chocolate face are all screwed together, as if they heard something disgusting.

　　 Jenkins recalled the various knowledge he had learned in various identities, and indeed he had never heard of the Mark of Killing.

"what is that?"

　　 With his right arm resting on the counter, the gravity of his body leaned forward, showing a curious appearance.

"A kind of ritual, or...a test. According to the remnants of ancient information we have found, each appearance of the killing mark is usually three-digit. The holder of these marks can rely on killing any The behavior of intelligent creatures strengthens itself, and what is even more frightening is that this reinforcement is almost unlimited.

　　 While talking, the old man usually shook his head.

　　 "By killing people to become stronger, the more you kill, the stronger you become?"

　　 He asked, wondering in his heart whether the **** of slaughter was choosing the son of God to resurrect him.

"you can say so."

　　 Dad affirmed this summary:

"And the holders of these killing marks, after a certain stage, will spontaneously approach the holder of another mark and fight each other. The winner gains all the power of the loser until there is only the last one left. During this period, any Muji reporter who defeats the seal holder one-on-one will gain his identity and power."

　　 "Then, the night watchman who discovered this..."

　　 he asked worriedly.

　　 "It's okay, this kind of imprint can be completely removed through divine magic rituals, but it must be actively cooperated by myself."

　　 But the expression on Dad’s face is still very serious:

"The longer you hold the mark of killing, the more abnormal your spirit will be, and the stronger your desire to kill will be. Those who suddenly gain strength will find it difficult to give up what they have. They want to rely on this method to encourage killing. It is impossible to surrender to the murder case."

　　 "That's it..."