"I heard the second voice, is it your friend?"

　　The voice is low and elegant, but the pronunciation is very strange, and the people in it are probably not very comfortable with using common language. But in Jenkins's imagination, that should be a charming middle-aged man with glasses and a smile.

　　 "Yes, I'm sorry to come here without saying hello. My friend also came here unfortunately. His name is..."

　　 "Herkeley Poirot."

　　 This is Mr. Writer's trumpet.

　　 "Come in, Mr. Black Cat, Mr. Poirot."

　　 Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat glanced at each other, the latter gently turned the doorknob, and the two walked in one after another.

　　 Sitting in front of the fireplace holding a book is a young man with supple blond hair. His face was unusually handsome, his skin was as white as milk, and his blue eyes reflected the fire in the fireplace.

　　 The curtains were not closed, and the sunlight came from the window, making the blonde hair seem to be shining. But what attracts the most attention is the pair of beautiful pointed ears.

　　 "Elf?"

　　 Jenkins was surprised.

　　 "Hello, please sit down."

　　 The young elf put down the book in his hand and nodded at the two with a smile. But when his eyes moved to Jenkins, he suddenly stopped and stood up.

　　 "Excuse me, is there something wrong with my dress?"

　　 Jenkins also noticed something wrong with his eyes.

　　 "No, nothing..."

　　 Even if he said that, his eyes still looked straight at Jenkins. Jenkins motioned to Mr. Black Cat to say something with his eyes, but the latter didn't understand what happened.

　　 "Mr. Salimanda, this..."

"it's okay no problem."

　　 Only then did he realize that his behavior was impolite, and he raised the hand holding the back of the chair and squeezed his cheek, "Let’s sit down and talk."

　　 This is the first alien creature that Jenkins has seen since he came to this crazy world. He knew a certain period of history in this world, just as he imagined it was a world of swords and magic.

　　The dragon and the phoenix soared in the sky, the dwarves wielded mining shovel to explore underground, and the adventure team composed of various races ran around for rewards, and occasionally solved the conspiracy that threatened the entire world.

　　He has never felt that those ancient histories are so close to him;

　　 He has never felt that the fantasy world in his memory is so close to him.

　　 The two somewhat chaotic feelings came from the memories of two different people. For a while, Jenkins even felt a little dizzy in his head. But he quickly recovered, because he always knew who he was and what he was looking for.

　　 "This Mr. Poirot, is he here recently too?"

　　 "Yes, he is my friend in this city, very strong and reliable."

　　 Mr. Black Cat introduced that, this is the true feeling given to him by Mr. Candle.

　　 "I think Poirot is not his real last name, right?"

　　 "Oh, this is normal. In this age of our lives, it is necessary to avoid certain troubles from the Orthodox Church."

"I understand."

　　 The elf nodded lightly, with such an expression on his face. But Jenkins always felt that he seemed to have misunderstood very important things.

　　Chocolate squatted quietly on the handle of the chair where Jenkins was sitting, keeping the image of a well-behaved and cute cat.

　　 What Jenkins did not expect was that this four-digit elves was not a smart creature born in the material world.

　　 He never mentioned his past to Mr. Black Cat in the past, but today he seems to be talking about **** very well, revealing some secret things.

　　 According to the elf Salamanda, the world he was born in was called [Flower Forest], the whole world was a whole forest, and the main population of the world was also dominated by elves.

　　 More things are not unwilling to say, but cannot be said. When talking about this, he pointed to the sky cautiously:

　　 "Even though we are in a fragment-like world, certain rules still have to be followed."

　　 But Salimanda entered here also through an old bookstore that only appeared in the material world. According to him, at that time, he appeared in the old bookstore in 1083 because he wrongly triggered a space transfer ceremony, so he came here.

　　 "So, have you ever tried to leave? I think the longevity race should have more knowledge of occultism."

　　 "No, please don't use honorifics. Given the age of the elf, I can barely count as a young man."

　　 He shook his head, but he looked closely at Jenkins’ face and ears:

"I also thought about the way. Almost 300 years ago... I'm sorry, the concept of time here is not very strong. At that point in time, a group of human gifters approaching madness attacked the bookstore and killed it. The owner of the used bookstore."

　　 "Did they succeed?"

　　 Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat are both surprised.

　　 "Yes, it succeeded."

　　Salemanda expressed affirmation, her eyes moved to the chocolate squatting next to Jenkins, and she didn’t notice anything unusual and stopped caring:

　　 "Their actions just proved that the owner of the bookstore is really just an ordinary person, and will come back to life. Whether he can go out or not has nothing to do with this person."

　　 Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat expressed their amazement together.

"Of course, that group of people didn't have to pay a price for doing this. In the days after that, the higher beings hunting here captured all of them. I think they should be dead. After that, No one of us has tried again..."

　　 After he said this, he said with a sense of meaning:

　　 "I think, you, ahem, you should be able to think of something."

　　 This sentence is not wrong, because Jenkins really had a bold idea just now.

　　 He hesitated a little, and touched the hair on Chocolate's neck. It narrowed its eyes and meowed.

　　 "I do have some ideas. Excuse me, for so many years, don't people here try to resist the hunters from the sky?"

　　 "Of course, every time a hunter arrives and is still alive, I mean intelligent creatures whose body and spirit are still alive, and will unite to deal with those indescribable higher creatures."

　　 "I think, no matter how big the gap between the two sides is, but after a long time, it won't be won once?"

　　 Jenkins got excited.

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　　 "Yes, you are right."

　　 The elf’s slender fingers tapped regularly on the back of the chair, seeming to express his uneasiness in his heart. He looked at Jenkins with beautiful eyes, expecting him to make positive comments.

　　 "So..."

　　 Jenkins looked at the expressions of Mr. Black Cat and the Elf, and swallowed: "As far as I know, such creatures are extremely difficult to kill. Therefore, there should be some sealed in this world, right?"

　　 "Yes, it is like this."

　　 There was a smile on the face of the elf, "Except for the great gods, or the power of ancient races similar to the Protoss, there are indeed very few ways to kill those monsters."

　　 "Excuse me, does Mr. Salimanda know where they are sealed?"

　　 "I know."

　　 Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, and asked expectantly: "Can you take me to have a look? I think our life lies in these monsters."

"No problem at all."

　　 Mr. Black Cat shivered visibly and leaned back a bit. He would never provoke that kind of thing.

　　 "Then let's set off as soon as possible."

　　 "No, no, no need to start."

　　 The elf smiled and waved his hand, leaning on the handle of the seat to stand up, then bending over to pick up a wooden box with a golden lock from the table above the fireplace, and sat down again. Part of the top cover of the box is made of glass, so the contents of the box can be seen from above.

　　 "This is one of them."

　　 Mr. Black Cat has jumped up, and pulled the chair back to the other end of the room. Seeing the other two people look over, he awkwardly rubbed his chest pocket with the hat of his right hand:

　　 "I'm still listening, just keep talking."

　　 Jenkins and the elf nodded, and didn't care about it.

"Don't be surprised why it is here. According to my understanding, this kind of trick was formed after the alien species disappeared in the material world on a large scale. Therefore, most of the people who strayed into this place were humans. Now, I probably It is the oldest stray person in this world, and one of them is guarded by me is the safest thing to do."

　　 After speaking, he reached out and handed the box to Jenkins.

　　 The angle of Chocolate's head followed the movement of the elf's hand, and there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

　　 Jenkins hesitated and took the box. The box itself has a mixture of gold, green and black aura, except for the sun, the moon and the stars, this is the brightest that Jenkins has ever seen.

　　 Chocolate was originally squatting on the back of the chair, but now it has stood up, it fell into Jenkins's arms, and then climbed onto his lap with strength, with its claws trying to grab what he was holding.

"obedient!"

　　 Pressed the cat's head back firmly, sat upright, and squinted at the glass plate of the lid. But probably because of the power of the box itself, even if he saw the two-headed giant snake squirming inside, he only felt a very slight dizziness, which was almost impossible before.

"This snake is also recorded in the Orthodox Church in the material world. After all, its active age is not too long ago. This is the two-headed snake-Helphaes, the beast of disaster-[Ouroboros] Selfdy Son of Selvo."

　　 "That's it...what is a beast of calamity?"

　　 "Huh? Did I say anything?"

　　 The elf asked rhetorically with a smile, and Jenkins immediately understood that this is something that cannot be said.

　　 The snake in the box is obviously still alive, but the mental state is very bad, and occasionally I can see the snake shake. He hesitated for a moment, tapped his fingers on the glass plate, and the head on the left side of the double-headed snake lifted up, then looked up to the top of his head, and finally dropped again.

　　 "Do you need us to avoid it? I think you should have some secrets that cannot be seen."

　　 the elf asked understandingly.

　　 "No, that's it."

　　 Jenkins replied in a low voice, still focusing on the snake.

　　 He put his energies on the double-headed snake, and then activated the [Profane Production] ability. The vines in the void are still so dexterously stretched out, as if the glass plate does not exist, they split into two strands and plunged directly into the box, entwining the two black snake heads.

　　 At this moment, the elf abruptly stood up from the chair as if he was greatly frightened, and then began to twitch as if suppressing some instinct, and shook his head at Jenkins while twitching:

　　 "This is my old problem, it's okay. Just continue."

　　 As he said, he retreated to the corner, leaving Jenkins sitting in front of the fireplace.

　　 The indescribable sound erupted after the vines wrapped the double-headed snake. First, I felt the box in my hand vibrating at a very high frequency, and then the ear-piercing scream almost penetrated the eardrum.

　　 Jenkins felt like he was caught in a wave, and the whole person was spinning irregularly. But in fact, he was still sitting in the chair.

　　 There was a little blackness in front of his eyes, and another giant python threw out in the darkness. His whole body trembled, desperately telling himself that all this was an illusion.

　　 A feeling of extreme danger suddenly appeared in my heart. In the distant high sky, it seemed that something was projecting my vision.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate let out a cry of deterrence. Taking advantage of Jenkins's hallucinations, he finally found an opportunity to pull the box from Jenkins' hands to the ground.

　　 The red lacquered wooden box silently landed on the soft carpet, rolled a few times, and buckled the side where the glass plate was.

　　 The strange sounds and hallucinations in front of his eyes disappeared, and the feeling of waking up from a dream gave Jenkins a headache. He panted heavily, caught the chocolate that he was eager to jump on to the carpet, and held it against his fast beating heart in his arms.

　　 "What was that just now, this box is invalid?"

　　 Look up again at Mr. Salimanda and Mr. Black Cat, both of them are holding on to the wall, looking like they are going to vomit. Of course, compared to Mr. Black Cat who has no demeanor at all, even if the blond elf makes such indecent movements, it still feels so attractive.

　　 He finally recovered, he squatted down against the chair, let go of the chocolate, and then picked up the green round coins scattered on the wool carpet.

　　 "1, 2...6! So many! I knew that these kinds of creatures can produce more coins than humans!"

　　Chocolate wagged his tail and watched Jenkins pick up something. While everyone was not paying attention to it, he lowered his head and bit the seventh piece behind the chair leg. This one just rolled here and was blocked, so Jenkins didn't see it.

　　嘣~

　　 In the slight cracking sound, the cat puffed up his cat's face as if chewing, and then swallowed in his throat.

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　　 Of course, Che Jenkins didn't notice when the cat ate it.

　　 After he picked up the seeds of blasphemy, he looked at the box lying quietly there warily. Now he didn't have the guts to touch it, so he reached out and took the fire poker hanging by the fireplace in his hand, squatting on the side and poking it out.

　　 quickly moved back one position, but fortunately nothing happened.