The old man said impatiently. Although he was very dissatisfied with Jenkins' performance, he knew that he should be talking about business now, "That's the two Koward brothers. They are like rats, but they are also believers of sages. They should have some My secrets are not registered in the church, but at the same time believers, occasionally when the church acts, they also cooperate with them. The ability of that book is really great...Although their fighting ability is not very good, they always Able to escape early in a dangerous moment. There was a theft in the Opera House last night. No, the robbery. According to the current clues, there should be several groups of people sneaking into the backstage and stealing some of the troupe’s property... These things have nothing to do with our clerical staff, there are special people to deal with them. Now tell me, are you not interested in ladies of the same age..."

　　 Jenkins left the antique shop in the evening, almost running away. Carrying the cat into the alley, it was the same corner as last time, and Miss Hesha, who had been waiting for a long time by the broken wall, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the other corner.

　　 The girl is wearing a very ordinary denim jacket with her hair tied into a ponytail and hanging behind her back. She doesn't look like a high-class lady at all, but more like a laundry girl next door.

　　 "Why are you again? Why are you here again?"

　　 Jenkins complained.

　　 "This is not the right way to treat beautiful ladies."

　　 She chuckled lightly, and stuffed the man with a small but heavy paper bag.

　　 Jenkins opened a corner of the paper, inside it was a stack of banknotes with the head of the former queen of the kingdom printed on it.

　　 "I have said that the 200 pound remuneration is here. I replaced it with 10 pound notes, which is more convenient."

　　 "Then I will be welcome."

　　 While talking, he stuffed this unexpected windfall into his pocket, and then left with the cat in his arms.

　　 "Wait, don't you have anything to say?"

　　 The girl leaned against the wall and asked her long red hair softly with a finger.

　　 "Oh, yes, the last time you stopped me here, you were evading chase."

Jenkins asked, and before waiting for the other person to answer, he immediately promised: "I also heard about the hospital incident. You did not commit a crime. I will not report on you. Please don't worry. And once this matter is misunderstood. Miss Haier heard about it, I'm afraid I won't end well either."

　　 "If the reason I was hunted by the local church, is it really a crime?"

　　 she asked angrily.

　　 "Then I must report on you. Justice will sometimes be absent, but I will never be late! As a believer of sages, an honest gentleman, I have always believed in this!"

　　 The cat twisted and hid his face in Jenkins' arms.

　　 "You really are..."

Chapter 110 Chapter One Hundred and Seventh Entrusted Again

She suddenly approached Jenkins and put her hand on his shoulder, "Listen, young guy, becoming a gifter means you have to face a more complicated reality. And reality is definitely not like your stories. It’s either black or white. Today is Monday, and you will wait for me here on Monday evening next week. I will take you to see and see, and let you understand the horror of the extraordinary world."

　　 "I am older than you."

　　 Jenkins stroked her hand in protest.

　　 "It's only age, but in terms of face, psychology, or the level of the benefactor, you should call me your sister."

　　 For some reason, when Miss Hesha mentioned the word "sister", a strange blush appeared on her face.

　　 "This person is usually stressed too much, so he is abnormal?"

　　 Jenkins sneered, according to the different personalities she showed in front of Miss Mikhail and herself, this is very likely.

　　 pretending to be shrinking his neck, he nodded carefully under the gaze of the powerful girl.

　　 "Okay, see you next Monday."

"now it's right."

　　 she said with satisfaction.

　　 "Am I going too far?"

　　On the way home, Jenkins reflected on his performance when facing Miss Hesha, but found that there was only a trace of shame in his heart.

　　 "That's not too much, I didn't hurt her, and it gave her more fun."

　　 He put the incident behind his head with peace of mind.

　　 Settling down the cat, Jenkins disguised a little, took the 200 pounds he had just received, took his recent savings, and went to the underground black market again. This time he didn't buy anything, he evoked a black robe disguise in the shadow of the sewer, and then found the middleman, the clown.

　　 "I have a trouble I need to investigate. I may need to go to other places to collect information, about 300 pounds."

　　 He said directly.

　　 "Is it related to the giver?"

　　 The clown asked in a low voice.

　　 "Not necessarily."

　　 extinguished the candle with his hand, the clown asked Jenkins to wait in place like last time, and did not return until two hours later, leading him to the last room.

　　 A familiar woman is sitting on the dim sofa with her legs up.

　　 "What a coincidence, are you again?"

　　 Jenkins sat on the sofa opposite her.

"Oh?"

　　 The female hunter raised her eyebrows, "Are you an old customer who is good at disguising? Let me guess who you are..."

　　 She looked at Jenkins' movements carefully, but did not observe the clothes and appearance. She wanted to have some experience of the disguise of the gifter.

　　 "Are you the last time the miser who asked me to investigate the house?"

"not me."

　　 Jenkins denied it immediately.

　　 "Well, yes, it's you, what happened this time?"

　　 "Habitual sitting posture may expose yourself."

Jenkins reminded himself in his heart, and then stated his purpose: "You should know about the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe that performed in this city recently? I hope you can check it out. When the opera troupe was in New Truman, one of the members should suddenly Passed away, I need the burial place of that member."

　　According to the information obtained during the last deification state, whether a righteous **** or a false **** descends, divinity and a container are needed.

　　 The container is the shell of a mortal, and after the container is used, the shell must die. Since the two brothers last night dared to covet the items touched by the saints, it means that the false gods who descended have definitely left.

　　 And the coming of the Holy One is definitely a big event. If it is exposed, Jenkins, as the scribe of the church, cannot hear anything.

　　 So he assumed that the saints who descended in the Cthulhu God Son incident, apart from the two "running fast", should not know, then after the saints leave, what will happen to the soulless body?

　　 High probability is to be buried on the spot and die as a sudden illness. And what will be in that body? Will the divinity remain?

　　 Jenkins didn't know exactly what the pseudo-god wanted to do and how it failed, but he felt that since there might be a divinity, it's worth taking the risk to investigate it.

　　 "New Truman? Why do you always need information on troublesome locations?"

　　 She didn't say the price, but Jenkins knew that the price negotiation had already begun.

　　 "You don't need to contact that city, I know what's going on there now. You just need to contact ordinary people in the opera company and try to get information."

　　 he said lightly.

　　 "Since it's so simple, why do you want to clown with the middleman for a task of quoting 300 pounds?"

　　 "Because I need a truly capable gifter."

　　 Jenkins fiddled with his hair, this is indeed a mistake, it seems that he will be slaughtered.

"200 pounds, I will go to the theater to find out the news, and I will meet here in a week. If the mission is successful, the money and goods will be cleared; if I don’t find out, you can choose to pay only 100 pounds, or add 5000 pounds to the remuneration, let me go to Xinte Ruman City inquires about the news."

　　 "The lion speaks loudly."

　　 Jenkins snorted, but did not get up.

　　 "Of course, I also accept trades in abilities, ceremonies, and items. You don't have to pay cash."

　　 "300 pounds, no matter what method you use, give me the answer in a week."

　　 he said. At the same time, my heart was dripping blood. This was the price of a pretty good house in Nolan.

　　 "This is impossible, the risk is too great."

　　 The female hunter licked her lips, "Why must we stick to the gold pound? I also accept other trading methods."

　　 "Do you want the ability?"

　　 "Want?"

　　 "Do you dare to accept the magical ability?"

　　 She really hesitated, "A true **** or a false god?"

　　 "True God."

　　 Jenkins whispered, involving a god, even if he does not mention the name or title of the god, he dare not make a big claim.

　　 "Let’s say it earlier, of course, the righteous god’s magical ability has been accepted...The false god’s magical ability is very flawed, but there are many righteous gods who like to trade on the black market. Let’s talk about it.

　　 Jenkins felt that he had gained insight again. He paused for a few seconds on purpose, and then said what he heard in the mutter at the end of the month: "War blessings."

　　 The female hunter had obviously heard of it, and didn't even ask about its specific role.

"This, it's fate... I know some of its ritual items. If you are willing to trade, you don't need to find someone to verify the authenticity. Well, this is not the first time we trade. You give me this ability. Learning ceremony, I will give you the answer next week."

　　 Jenkins’s left index finger tapped the cushion of the sofa regularly, thinking about it. Anyway, the ceremony is for nothing. It’s also a great thing to save some cash for backup. In the future, I will say that I must not cooperate with the huntress. This time the matter is urgent, so be more generous.

　　 "Yes, but as soon as possible."

"no problem."

　　 Leave 100 pounds as the advance payment for the task. When we meet next time, Jenkins will write down the complete materials and steps of the learning ceremony, and the huntress will return the information and the 100 pounds to him.

Chapter 111 Chapter 108 Demon Story (4)

　　 The time to travel to this world is July [The Hermit and Thunder Moon], and now it is the second half of September [War God and Floating Leaf Moon].

　　 Within two months, the octopus incident was resolved, the hospital incident left the "demon" tail, the off-sea creeps were obtained by the church, and the progress of the evil **** child incident is unknown.

　　 There is always an inexplicable sense of urgency that makes Jenkins continue to improve himself, even if there are not so many complicated events, he may not be relaxed. A few nights ago, I heard the term "beast of disaster" from Miss Bevanna. Now that I think about it, the problem is big.

When 　　 left the black market, it was close to midnight. The pig's head bar, which is an entrance to the black market, is still open, but it is hidden in the alley and located in a remote location. Coupled with the collective actions of the church a few days ago, the scum who haunted at night were screaming and there were not many drinkers.

The 　　 old-style gas lamp hung on the wall, the lampshade was covered with thick dust, and the sleepy bartender swayed from side to side, scrubbing the counter over and over with a dirty rag. A strange woman with a carrot pendant on her ear stopped Jenkins when he was about to step out of the door.

"Something wrong?"

　　 Jenkins's face was hidden under the hood, and he regretted taking back his black robe disguise when he was underground.

　　 "Do you need divination, 5 pence once, no money is allowed."

　　 "No need."

　　 Jenkins turned his head and left.

　　 "You are at a loss."

　　 A woman's voice came from behind, and she walked out of the bar behind Jenkins empty-handed.

　　 "In this terrible era, everyone will be lost."

　　 Jenkins replied unceremoniously, blinking, no bubbles in the 13 light spots, level 6 bestower.

　　 suddenly became alert.

　　 "You are being wary of me."

　　 "I am wary of strangers who follow me at any night."

　　 while talking, backing away, the alley is not long, the next step is the corner.

　　 "Do you really need divination? It's cheap."

　　 The woman didn't seem to hear Jenkins' meaning, and she was still selling herself.

　　 "Sorry, I really don't need it. I would rather spend money to find the prostitutes in Ecstasy Cavern for entertainment than waste it on these unrealistic things."

　　 "Prostitute/woman?"

　　 The woman was not angry, but giggled: "In my opinion, you should have never had close contact with any woman. This is not a very good reason."

　　 "Damn, how can these women see that I am chu...cough."

　　 He complained in his heart, knowing that he couldn't beat each other, so he stopped before both sides tore their faces.