"Can I take a look at these bowls?"

　　 He suddenly asked the black-robed man, but seeing no reply, he directly picked up an empty bowl in front of him. The bowl containing the liquid cannot be handled, because once touched, it will be directly drunk uncontrollably.

　　 In Barnard's surprised gaze, Jenkins gently rubbed the outer surface of the bowl. He has determined that this thing is really wood, and "gold" is just his own visual illusion.

　　 Although I have been in contact with this bowl twice just now, I was facing the moment of life and death. Jenkins had no time to feel the insignificant touch, but he could easily find the strangeness when he was quiet.

　　 "I have hallucinations in front of my eyes?"

　　 I faintly felt that this was a very important situation. Jenkins thought about it in his heart alone, instead of asking Barnard rashly.

　　 "No, the influence of that octopus on me has long since disappeared. This is not a vicious illusion. But why didn't Mr. Barnard see the difference between him and me? Am I a traverser?"

　　 Thinking of this, Jenkins immediately thought of the legendary "Gold Finger".

　　 "What's this, Automatic Mito Cheat?"

　　 He tried to play jokes on himself to ease his nervousness. There was some use in doing so. Jenkins felt that he would be able to catch the thread right away.

　　 "Do I see the so-called magical aura? No, I have to say whether there is magic in this world."

　　 He twisted on the stake anxiously, and continued to think:

　　 "Assuming that what I saw was a reminder from a gold finger, would this be the so-called [True Eye]?"

　　 Thinking of this, he once again looked at the bowls intently, trying to find new clues, but to no avail.

　　 The time was almost gone, and it is hard to imagine Barnard's misunderstanding if he hesitates.

Taking a deep breath, feeling the turbidity of the air, Jenkins made the last attempt. He stretched out his right hand and tapped his temple lightly. At the same time, he told himself in his heart: "You are using super powers, and your eyes are amazing. ."

　　 The feeling was immediately different this time. There seemed to be a clear current pouring into the somewhat swollen eyes, and the light on the wooden bowl became more obvious.

　　At the same time, Barnard, the black-robed man, and the candle on the table lit up.

　　 The body of the former has 7 light spots of different colors, the body of the black-robed man is hazy gray, and only the candle is green full of vitality.

　　Green only refers to the color of its own wax oozing out, and the candlelight is still dim yellow.

　　 "The real eye?"

　　 Desperately suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Jenkins maintained that nervous expression.

　　 "Very well, this extra brilliance is really the so-called supernatural aura. Now let's not consider why I can only see the wooden bowl just now, the way out is right in front of my eyes."

　　 He stared at the dripping verdant candle itself, remembering the introduction just now: "Green represents healing."

　　 "Fight, win the clubhouse...probably won't have a clubhouse."

　　 reached out his hand, no one expected that Jenkins deducted a small piece of solidified wax on the table and threw it directly into the bowl next to it. Before the liquid in the bowl could spill out, Jenkins drank it directly.

　　 "Nothing!"

　　 He exulted in his heart, and at the same time told Barnard the result: "It's Shimizu!"

　　At the same time, the door of the room sealed by the wooden planks suddenly opened, and the wooden planks were scattered on the ground. No one can see the scenery outside the door, there is only the dazzling white light that resembles when they came.

　　 "You can go now!"

　　Barnard stood up excitedly, only then remembered to write these words to Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins also got up excitedly, but his smile slowly disappeared, and he sat back again.

"and many more."

　　 licked his lips, Jenkins looked at the remaining bowls on the table.

"Oh, right."

　　 As if to say these words, Barnard wrote a few words on the paper and motioned Jenkins to read them.

　　 "Where are our rewards?"

　　 he read it softly.

　　 "Bowl." The black robe man's unpleasant and weird voice sounded again after so long.

　　Barnard immediately stretched out his hands with joy, but he could only pick up a bowl.

　　 He was already satisfied and signaled Jenkins to be quicker, but the young man stared into the air as if he was making major considerations.

"and many more."

　　 He finally made up his mind.

　　 "Since there are rewards in these bowls, why not try all the liquids?"

　　 Barnard showed a look of horror on his face, and he hurriedly wrote: "You are crazy, the rest is most likely to be poisonous, how do you try?"

　　 "Candle is probably the antidote."

He explained softly, but Barnard obviously didn’t believe it, and he wrote: “You have to think about it. It may be just a coincidence. What you picked up was Shimizu. Boy, our luck is really very good, don’t I was swallowed up by my own greed."

　　 It's not that Barnard is too conservative, it's just that he can't see the brilliance in front of Jenkins, so of course he won't be so "brave" when facing 99% of deaths.

　　 "It may be a coincidence, but how can you live more wonderfully without some courage in this world?"

　　 Thinking like this in his heart, Jenkins smiled brightly on his face. He stretched out his hand to buckle a large piece of solidified wax from the table again, broke it into four small pieces and threw it into the remaining liquid.

　　 Without looking at Barnard’s expression, Jenkins picked up four bowls in one breath and drank it. The clanging clanging of the bowl table was endless.

　　Barnard took a breath and didn't dare to exhale, watching Jenkins's crazy behavior.

　　 After a while, Jenkins sighed, "The four bowls are full of water."

　　Barnard nodded desperately, motioned to Jenkins to take a bowl and leave quickly.

　　 "Too greedy, two people make ten choices, how can there be three rewards?"

　　 He thought this with a little regret, and he reached out to a bowl, but didn't move it. The bowl seemed to be firmly glued to the tabletop.

　　 Before he could ask, the black-robed man who had been sitting moved moved.

　　 He stood up, and pointed at the candle in the posture of the two opposite people as if they were frozen.

　　 "Take it away."

　　 This is the first time he uttered two words.

　　 Jenkins didn't react for a while, until Barnard, who was ecstatic next to him, pushed him, and he later realized that he picked up the candle that had burned a little.

　　 After that, the two did not dare to turn their heads, and ran quickly to the light of the door one after another, leaving the black robe alone quietly standing in the darkness after the candle disappeared.

　　 The black robe on his body slid uncontrollably toward the light at the door, as if an invisible person was wearing it. Under the clothes, a withered bone was exposed, fell on the ground and broke into pieces of bone. After a while, the bone meal was completely mixed with the dust of the same composition on the ground.

Section 7 Chapter VI Legal Gathering

　　 An icy air stream came up from the back, but Jenkins paid more attention to his tumbling stomach. Before Jenkins spewed dinner out, he finally stood on a solid ground.

　　 This is an unrecognized dirty alley, **** is everywhere on the ground, and the smell makes the slightly calm stomach fluctuate again. A wild cat screamed at Jenkins, holding an indistinguishable object in its mouth, and left against the shadow of the wall.

　　 Jenkins staggered to the wall, kicked away the trash with his shoes, spread the newspaper and sat down. This is not the original place to enter the [Conceptual Realm]. It seems that Barnard has missed important things and said nothing.

　　 "I hope this is the city of Nolan."

　　 He raised his head and looked at the sky, the red and blue moons hanging quietly with the sky full of stars. But he knew that there were actually three moons in the sky, and the last one was Barnard’s belief, representing the righteous **** in May-[No Light Moon].

　　 looked down at his hand, holding a partially burned candle in his right hand. This is normal, but the sleeves are black.

　　 He finally realized that what he was wearing was the black robe of the mysterious person in the sly realm.

"When......"

　　 Before he had time to think, a slight footstep came from the other side of the alley. It was a kind of footsteps deliberately suppressed, if it weren't too quiet here, Jenkins would never hear it.

　　 There is nowhere to hide. Both sides of the alley seem to be the back walls of the houses, which also explains the source of the rubbish—thrown down from the window. The bare walls are full of messy symbols. Except for the rusty steam pipes at the corners, the dark yellow marks are more like excrement. The best option now is to hide himself in the garbage dump, but Jenkins said his concubines could not do it.

　　 is a moment of hesitation, the owner of that footstep has actually appeared.

　　 He was also wearing a black robe, and he walked quickly against the shadow on the wall, and then suddenly bumped into Jenkins.

　　 The black-robed man obviously didn't notice that there was someone in the shadow, and he almost fell while holding on to the wall, while Jenkins was scared into a cold sweat.

　　 "Walking so fast?"

　　 The two stalemate there did not speak. Jenkins tried to distinguish the appearance of the black-robed man, but found that the hood of his robe was the kind that was deliberately extended to the front.

　　 "Are you here for the party too?"

　　 Finally the black-robed man spoke, but the hoarse voice was obviously false.

get together? What is he saying.

　　The ghost is a mess, Jenkins nodded, "Yes."

　　 He was immediately surprised to find that his voice was equally strange, just like a little boy speaking with a sharp throat. At the same time, he noticed something wrong with the shadow on the ground. What was reflected behind him was a fat man with a pointed hat and a mask?

　　 "There is a problem with this black robe!"

　　 He realized this immediately, and the mysterious man spoke again.

　　 "You came too early, it's dangerous!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he also sat on the wall like Jenkins, motionless and stopped talking.

　　 "Where did I go? Isn't this a place for gangsters to trade?"

　　 He was thinking wildly in his mind, and at the same time trying to find an excuse to slip away, but things got worse and worse. In the next five minutes, several strangely dressed people appeared from the side of the alley one after another. There is no mirror here, so Jenkins doesn't know what his current image is, but everyone who comes here will look at him for a moment.

　　As the last figure wearing a mask hurriedly arrived, everyone sitting or squatting stood up and gathered together. Jenkins had to come with them and counted silently. There were seven people including him.

"Who is he?"

　　 The last person who came here pointed to Jenkins and asked, his voice was very peaceful, not as peaceful as a human voice.

　　 "It was invited by Mr. Hood."

　　 This is an extremely high-pitched female voice, but it can suppress the volume.

　　 "It's not me!" The man who just hit Jenkins said in a panic, "He was there when I came, not you..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, the few people standing together dispersed immediately. One of them plunged into the shadows in the distance of the alley without looking back, but the other five were just waiting nervously.

"Gentlemen."

　　 Jenkins knew what he should say, these people looked more panicked than him. This also gave him some interest, and the person who ran away just now seemed to have really melted into the shadows. Supernatural ability group?

　　 "I just passed by this city, and I happened to be here when I heard about this party."

　　 He first translated the lingua franca of the Kingdom of Fidi Ketli into Chinese, and then literally translated it back, making his own words not only strange in accent, but also strange in grammar.

　　 "Occasionally heard?"

　　 asked the man who came last.

　　 "Yes, one of my little abilities." He shrugged and said vaguely. The vigilant people did not question it. It seemed that it was really a secret gathering of the supernatural group.

　　 But according to the shadow on the ground, the fat body did not move at all.

　　 "Can you trust him?"

　　 "No, this may be an enforcer of the Orthodox Church in Nolan."

　　 "Don't be kidding, why those law enforcers trouble us? We just didn't register because we didn't want to expose our abilities. This is not illegal."

　　 "He may also be a cultist who hunts and kills the gifter, I heard..."

　　 "If you are afraid of danger, why don't you leave?"

　　 "Hmph, the one who left just now obviously has a ghost in his heart. We should change our way at the next party, and the one who left is the problem."

　　......

　　 The five people talked in a low voice and quickly, but in the end, they only came to the conclusion that "we have not committed a crime, and private gatherings are not illegal."

　　 Finally he bumped into Jenkins's man / stood up, he was called "Mr. Hood" just now.

　　 "Sir, we welcome new members to join the party, but you must prove that you are a gifter of innocence."

　　Bonder?

　　 This is probably what the world calls users of supernatural abilities.