"You are too kind."

　　 "Then if I have the opportunity next time, I hope I can discuss literary topics with you. Your understanding of tragedies and comedies does have a different style."

　　 "That would be an honor. Miss Mikhail, Miss Hesha, the party tonight is very interesting, thank you for your invitation. Goodbye."

　　 Jenkins took off his hat, bowed to the two girls, and then watched the carriage set off, disappearing into the distant night amid the creak of the wheels rubbing against the ground.

　　 The night in Nolan City in August is indeed a bit chilly.

　　PS:

　　@{"Reader_id":"1540020","reader_name":"Head of the Royal Mage Group"}, this is the first time I met a local tyrant who rewarded 5000, thank you very much.

　　 Another: Tweet the book "Odin", the author is the pastor. This is the author of "The Hunter Under the Origin Tree", the real boss:

　　 In the first year of opening, chaotic forces disrupted the order of the universe. An invisible tide of aging came from the depths of the stars, weakening the "wall" between different worlds, the power of order was infinitely weakened, and the will to chaos was infinitely strong.

The barriers between the living and the undead collapsed, technology and magic collided fiercely, living corpses, plagues and terrible curses in different worlds were rampant, huge disasters formed a terrifying world, bloodthirsty and violent alien monsters, evil and chaotic purgatory demons, The cruel and treacherous wraith ghosts turned from nightmares to reality and invaded the civilized homeland.

　　 Under the starry sky, there are thousands of thunder.

　　 A thunder and lightning carrying the power of the underworld traveled through the chaotic universe, and finally when seeing the dark sea reaching the target, it was pulled by an inexplicable mysterious force and deviated from the original trajectory.

　　...

　　 "How many times can a person be struck by lightning in his life?"

"To tell you, I think I am a thunder-absorbent physique. Whenever there is a thunderstorm, I have to be stabbed. I was stupid when I was very young. I have been a mentally retarded asylum for 16 years in my life. After the thunderbolt, I thought I was smarter than before."

　　 Answer seriously in summer.

Chapter 73 Chapter 70 Hat Trick and Cat

　　 The evening breeze blew on the ground, blowing the newspapers that I didn’t know who had dropped it on the ground to the corner of the street. There was a faint noise in the distance, as if an alcoholic was making trouble.

　　 "Come out, I see you."

　　 Jenkins shouted into the distance.

　　 Since coming back from the castle, he has always had the weird feeling of being followed. The essence of spirit is to make the gifter close to the world, and the world to the gifter. As the level rises and the spirit accumulates, the sixth sense of the gifter will become more and more sensitive.

　　 When I was in the carriage just now, the weirdness of being tracked reached the extreme. He didn't want to hurt the two girls, even if one of them might become a helper, so he asked to get off the car.

　　 stood silently on the street, holding the red cane in his hand.

　　 After a while, a tall figure walked out of one side of the alley.

　　 He was wearing a black high-necked coat, and the collar stood up almost to cover his ears. With a heavily smeared mask on his face, it is impossible to tell what kind of mask it was originally.

　　 "10 points of light, 2 bubbles, level 6 bestower? I have such a big face?"

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, knowing that he was definitely not an opponent, and had already retired.

　　 The man didn't say a word, the mask showed a strange luster under the moonlight of red and blue.

　　 Jenkins didn't dare to move first. He didn't bring much on his body this time. There were only a few charms made by himself these days in his pocket, but most of them deal with spirits.

　　 "I knew this, so I asked my father for a pistol."

　　 There was some regret in his heart, but the man opposite suddenly acted.

　　 took off the black top hat on top of his head, grabbed the brim of the hat with both hands and flipped it gently, and a tall mirror suddenly appeared in front of Jenkins.

　　 The mirror obscured most of Jenkins's field of vision, reflecting the nervous expression of Jenkins holding a cane.

　　 He was taken aback, and saw that the smooth mirror surface was as dark as dust covered, his image disappeared, and a miserable hand stretched out from the mirror.

　　 Jenkins took the cane in his left hand and waved vigorously. In the sound of Hugh, the cane hit that hand.

　　 "It's no use, it's not a spirit body!"

　　 He backed back quickly, and the strange human form without a face that came out of the mirror also speeded up to follow.

　　 clenched his right hand tightly, withdrew his right arm, mobilized spirit to infuse it, strike forward, Frost Fist!

　　 The surrounding air seemed to have dropped several degrees, and with a bang, the fist hit the weird tragic white man with a cold air current.

　　 is very soft to the touch, just like pudding at afternoon tea.

　　 The human figure flew out backwards, and the frost spread from the place where the two had just touched. It fell to the ground, shivered a few times, and shattered into pieces, turning into a black sticky substance to seep into the shadows.

　　 "I'm so good?"

　　 Jenkins himself couldn't believe the effect of this punch. He stepped back and looked around warily, only to find that everything seemed to be a dream.

　　 The mirror is gone, the man is gone, only himself is left. It's still a quiet street, it's still the same day in two months.

The accidental attack ended in such an anticlimactic manner. I stayed in the street for a while until another carriage with kerosene lamps hurriedly passed by. The driver in his seat gave Jenkins a curious look as he passed by. Jenkins Only then came back to his senses.

　　 He frowned and looked around, shook his head, and walked towards home by the side of the street.

　　 Nothing happened again on this road, but at the tidy intersection of Privet Road, a very conspicuous cardboard box was placed under the shining moonlight with a steam valve attached to it.

　　 "Meow~Meow~"

　　 A milky cat cry came from the box. Jenkins stood by the side of the road hesitating, took out a metal piece from the inner pocket of the black suit, and threw it towards the box.

　　 did not make a shot.

　　 vote again.

　　 The Requiem Charm was smoothly thrown into the box, waiting for a moment when no abnormal phenomenon occurred.

　　 Jenkins walked towards the dilapidated cardboard box, and saw a few pieces of old clothes stained with dirt in it casually, a black-and-white kitten lying pitifully there, looking at Jenkins tremblingly.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It yelled weakly at Jenkins and tried to stand up, but it shook a few times and fell on his clothes, shrinking its body into a small hairy ball.

　　 "We cannot keep pets in our house."

　　 Jenkins said helplessly to the kitten, but felt that his behavior was stupid.

　　 The kitty made a whimper-like sound, and her body quivered slightly.

　　 "I have served you."

　　 Jenkins stretched out his hand and took it out of the box. He was probably too hungry. The cat just scratched him lightly a few times without resisting too violently.

　　 "I will hide you in my arms for a while, don't call me, can I get you some milk?"

　　 He asked softly, looking up in the direction of home, so he didn't see the kitten trying to nod, and then panicked to stop.

　　 Jenkins II has never had a pet, because both lives are poor ghosts. He greeted Mary and Robert according to the cat food knowledge he learned from the story of Tom and Jerry, and returned to his room with two cups of hot milk.

　　 The kitten can drink milk. It does not jump on the Jenkins bed very cleverly. Instead, it stands on the desk and looks around, gently licking the milky white liquid on the table.

　　 Jenkins was relieved to see that the kitten was so cute. He thought about it. It's definitely not possible to have cats at home, but there doesn't seem to be any pets in the old man's place. Sending him there, it is also good to catch mice in the warehouse in the backyard.

　　 pulled out a cardboard box from the bottom of the bed, tore a few pieces of kraft paper covering the book cover and folded it into a saucer shape, poured milk into it for the kitten to drink, and Jenkins took out the earring from his pocket.

　　 Although there are many requirements for chain ability, it is very powerful, so the price will not be very cheap. If you want to trade with Miss Bailing, you must at least know what this item is for.

　　 Jenkins opened the [Eye of Reality] and slowly poured his own spirit into the objects in his hands, without any reaction at all.

　　 He turned his head to look at the kitten who was eating seriously on the table, and there was no color.

　　 "The nerves are too sensitive."

　　 smiled and shook his head, it seemed that it was another item that he could not confirm. Thinking that I was a little tired today, Jenkins was fortunate to hide it under the bed with other things, went out and took a clean towel, scrubbed his whole body and four feet amid the dissatisfaction of the kitten, and then used the bottom of the bed. The cardboard box made her a nest, and he went to bed and fell asleep.

　　 It was another quiet night, the moonlight shining through the curtains into the bedroom, illuminating Jenkins' frowning brows.

　　 In the small mirror hanging in front of the desk, a young woman with blood on her head suddenly appeared. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the edge of the mirror to come out, but was pawed into smoke by the kitten who appeared on the table somehow.

Section 74 Chapter 71 Legendary Race

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It yelled softly, and did not jump back to the small cardboard box with the stall, but went straight into the Jenkins quilt.

　　 hid the kitten in his arms and smuggled it out of the house, Jenkins came to the old antique shop early. In order to bring the kitten into the car, Jenkins not only guaranteed that it would not excrete pollutants, but also paid an extra 3 pence.

　　 "How was the reading salon last night?"

　　 Dad asked as soon as they met.

　　 "It's a bit boring, but the snacks and drinks are good. I like a soft white pastry. It..."

　　 Jenkins holding the cat shrugged, but was interrupted by his father.

"that's all?"

　　 "Oh, more."

　　 Jenkins said sternly: "When we were telling a story last night, an evil spirit-like thing spied us out of the window, but I don’t know who repelled it later."

　　 There is no need to betray Miss Hesha. Jenkins does not yet know that she is also a gift from the church, or she became a chance. But the probability of the latter is greater.

　　 "It should be a security guard. It is not uncommon for aristocratic families to hire a gifted person to protect themselves. That's it?"

　　 "Oh, and when I went home last night, I was attacked."

　　 Dad gave up the questioning of Jenkins' communication problems, "Assault?"

"Yes it is."

　　 He carefully told the old man what happened last night, but it was a pity that the appearance of the attacker was completely hidden.

　　 "I see, you will write down this matter in words for a while, and I will help you submit it to the church. The ability he uses is very similar to the white basic ability [hat trick], and I have to make sure."

　　 "Will it be the murderer who attacked [Death and End] the gift of the church?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "It should not be. The means are different, and he has no reason to let you go so easily."

　　 The old man looked thoughtful, "But you should pay more attention to the evil spirits you mentioned. This kind of thing is not powerful, but it is also very deadly for ordinary people."

　　 Jenkins nodded to express his understanding, "Look at this little guy."

He introduced the kitten to his father, “I picked it up on the street when I went home last night. I thought it was cute, so I took it home. Now I haven’t moved to my new home. I can’t keep cats at home. Can Dad adopt it temporarily?"

　　 Dad stretched out his hand to touch the kitten’s fur, but was easily avoided: “As long as it doesn’t move things and doesn’t excrete indoors, it’s okay to raise a cat. But are you sure it’s willing to follow me?”

　　 Kitten obviously doesn't like the old man very much, so he meowed a few times at him, and then rushed to Jenkins again.

　　 "The intelligence seems very good, at least I know people. I have heard ladies who have cats said before that cats and dogs are not the same, they do not love home."

　　 "I don't know this."

　　 Dad continued to look at the ledger in his hand, where the expenses in the store were the most recent. Dad's antique shop is a typical store that has been open for three years. As long as a deal can be reached, there is no business for a week, and it is still profitable.

　　 Not to mention, Dad’s method of shipment is not just in the store. He knows a lot of black market and private buyers.

　　 "By the way, dad, I have always wanted to ask you, are there any inhuman intelligent races in this world?"

　　 Speaking of animal intelligence, Jenkins only thought of this.

"Have."

　　 The old man replied in a muffled voice.

　　 "A-10-2-9116, who was taken away by the black-robed man the other day, showed a demon?"

　　 "Is that really a devil?"

"That's not clear. In this era, there are very few inhuman intelligent creatures in this world. The book records that the characteristics of the devil are black hair and black pupils, black skin, and a strong smell of sulfur. The first-born crooked horns are good at killing, and I don’t know anything else. The book I asked you to take home to read has an introduction. Turn back to page 321. I don’t know more than it."

　　 "Does the legendary elves, goblins, vampires and other creatures also exist?"

　　 "Yes, they are all real. But like demons, these creatures disappeared completely in this era, and they are rarely seen in written records."

　　 "Why?"

　　 "I don't know."

　　 Dad looked up at him, "Do you think Dad is an old antique who has lived for thousands of years?"

　　 Jenkins laughed a few times, patted the cat's head and let it play by itself, while he continued to copy the tadpoles 100 times.