He walked with his head down, grasping the strange feeling at that moment. The alley was not long, and soon came out from the other end. But as soon as I stepped out of the alley, I felt that my eyes were dark, and I immediately suspected that the nearby lamppost was broken, but immediately remembered that it was only noon now.

　　 "Solar eclipse?"

　　 is certainly not a solar eclipse, as he walked out of the alley completely, the empty and dim streets came into view. Decaying corpses piled up on the streets, and most of the shops on both sides had closed doors and windows with crooked old wooden boards. Only half of the steam pipe on the wall was dripping with sewage, and the strange-shaped creeper beside the pipe almost covered the entire wall.

　　 There are spider webs everywhere in the corner, and spiders the size of Jenkins' fist make a curious sound when crawling. The ground is uneven, sewage and blood piled up in the pit, reflecting a bright yellow light.

　　 looked up towards the east where the street stretched. Not far away was a five-way intersection. The five-story tower facing the street had no traces of painting, exposing the uneven masonry walls.

　　 Behind the tower is a dim night sky and a huge yellow moon. The moon is so big that it seems to fall to the ground soon. The bright yellow moon radiated dim light, illuminating all the terrible things in front of him, and also illuminating the suspicious cat standing on Jenkins's shoulder.

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins looked at everything in front of him speechlessly, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and the ice particles that had just been condensed in the humid air were bounced out at an extremely high speed. It directly penetrated the colored spider on the wall next to it, and the green liquid and strong smell immediately exploded in all directions.

　　 "Is it an illusion..."

　　 He couldn't judge everything in front of him, so he stepped on the stagnant water and walked to the other side of the street, found a relatively clean place to sit down, and then projected to Luen.

　　 Everything went smoothly. After I appeared in the living room of the manor, the sunny early spring scenery outside the window, and the Luen city in the distance was shining brightly in the sun. The maids who happened to be cleaning the floor came in, saw Jenkins standing there, and immediately bowed to him.

　　 Nothing about Luen has changed, it's normal here.

　　 returned to Nolan again, the dim and decayed street scene and the huge bright yellow moon in the sky remained unchanged. Chocolatier stood aside and kicked away a deadly wounded spider, and rubbed Jenkins' hand affectionately.

　　 "So, what is going on?"

　　 The yellow moon should have already disappeared in the ancient era, and the city of Nolan shouldn't decay like this. Looking at the street scene, Jenkins was silent for a long time, and it took him a long time to hear the roar like a beast behind him.

　　 turned around and staggered from the other side of the street an indescribable humanoid creature. It is at least twice as tall as Jenkins, is skinny and all skin is black. She was wrapped in tattered black gauze, and some of her clothes even blended with her skin.

　　 is very tall but has a small head. His left hand is unnaturally drooping, and his right hand is holding a rusty machete. While walking slowly towards Jenkins, he made a beast's deterrent sound. When Jenkins was still five steps away, he made an obvious retreat, and then suddenly slammed forward. Hit the top of Jenkins' head.

　　锵~

　　 The white holy sword was raised above his head and collided with the rusty black scimitar. Jenkins's hands holding the scimitar shook violently, and the weapon almost broke out. The opponent's strength was really amazing.

　　 seemed to be startled by being blocked by Jenkins. The opponent's movement stopped for a second. Jenkins immediately lifted the sword upward, causing the scimitar to be bounced. Then he withdrew his right leg to lower his center of gravity, and slammed forward with a sword in both hands.

　　 This blow did not pierce the opponent's skin, but caused it to be pushed back and then fell. Jenkins took a deep breath and recalled the shallow swordsmanship he learned in Miss Bevana’s fighting course. He still held the sword in both hands, straightened up and twisted his waist, and rotated his body 180 degrees in place with his feet. After reaching the peak, he slashed downwards vigorously.

　　 In the loud noise, his sword split half of the opponent's body, and even left a deep mark on the ground.

　　 I don't know if it was a human thing on the ground, but it was hit hard and killed. But the way it "died" didn't mean that the sky wanted to borrow for five hundred years, but it was lying there and convulsing, and it disappeared into ashes like soot.

　　 "What the **** is going on? Where is this place? What was the monster just now?"

　　 Jenkins watched the corpse disappear, then tilted his head to look in the direction it came from, but still couldn't find any clues. He stood there thinking for a while, and summoned a unicorn.

　　 Little Beast came to him smoothly, but was also shocked by this terrible scene. It tremblingly bent its legs and let Jenkins step on it, but when it flapped its wings to take off, it looked at the sky suspiciously, and some impatiently paced back and forth on the ground, but couldn't fly.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Jenkins asked suspiciously, but just as he didn't understand cat language, he also didn't understand unicorn language. I tried several more times, but let the unicorn go back first, then used the sword to engrave the obvious sword marks on the wall of the building beside it as a mark, and then walked forward along the street with the curious cat.

　　 Judging from the urban planning and the faintly visible shop signs, Nolan is still here, but it looks worn out and decayed a lot. Under the yellow moonlight, the whole city was terribly quiet. Jenkins walked from this street to the corner without any further accidents. When he left the range of this street, the light of the sun suddenly poured down from above his head, and the noise of the city also entered his ears.

　　 In just an instant, the dilapidated and dim city once again became the most famous seaport city on the west coast of Nolan. Standing behind the mailbox on the corner of the street, holding a sword, Jenkins immediately put the sword away when he saw it, and then looked around, where there was any sewage on the ground or a yellow moon above his head.

　　 Everything just now seemed to be an illusion, but when Jenkins re-traveled the route to and from the decaying city, he never encountered a similar phenomenon again.

　　 The wall that was deeply marked by his sword is now the side wall of the tobacco shop that is open. There is also a smaller window next to it to showcase the expensive ceramic snuff bottles made of enamel snagging.

　　 Of course, there are no sword marks here either.

　　PS: It’s been 3K for each chapter for three consecutive days. Has anyone noticed...

Section 1292 Chapter 1271 The Mad Poet and Disaster (2)

　　 "Chocolate, did you see what happened just now?"

　　 After turning around for a long time, he couldn't enter the run-down Nolan again. Jenkins muttered to himself uncertainly, but he didn't expect the cat to nod.

　　 "By the way, your intelligence seems to be enough to understand what I'm saying."

　　 He patted his head, then rubbed the cat's head again.

　　 "Since Chocolate has also seen the old town just now, the possibility of hallucinations is further reduced. But what is it?"

　　 While there was still time before lunch, Jenkins visited the old elves living in the center of the city and Miss Audrey living in the dense fog in the suburbs, and told them what he had just encountered.

　　 But neither the experience of the elves nor Miss Audrey's divination can give Jenkins an exact answer. Miss Audrey suffered some injuries during the divination. Out of caution, Jenkins did not let her continue the divination.

　　 "I will take care of this by myself, and be careful when walking around the city recently."

　　 He warned the elves and the fortuneteller separately, and then returned to Luen in a depressed mood.

　　 The girls all came back for dinner on time at noon. Jenkins told them about the discovery of Miss Capet and the decaying city under the yellow moon in the morning.

In the clues left by Miss Bronnance, Miss Capet’s name was found, and when Alexia asked, Jenkins replied that he would return to Nolan to deal with the matter. The princess and her teacher All were obviously relieved.

　　 As for the city, Alexia didn't know what Jenkins encountered, but since he couldn't reproduce that scene no matter how much he repeated, it means that this is a small probability event.

　　 "Be careful when you return to Nolan recently."

　　 Alexia said with some concern. In her opinion, as long as Jenkins encounters something in Nolan, it will definitely not be a trivial matter.

　　 She has gained a lot today. While searching for used books in the private library of the Stuart royal family, she accidentally found some books that had long been listed as prohibited items by the Orthodox Church. In those books, she found records about the mad poet, and now she and Jenkins both want to know where the poet got the weird machine.

"In this prayer book full of crazy talk, the fourth subsection of Chapter 3 describes the ending of the crazy poet...Of course, it can be thought of as such in the details, and this may really be the fantasies of a crazy man. "

　　 Alexia had the original in the library, and it was also a manuscript. According to her judgment, the ink used animal blood, but because of the past too many years, she didn’t know what animal blood it was.

This book is a mixture of the author's own imagination and crazy stories copied from other crazy books. There is even a short paragraph from A-09-1-7300 "Book of Necropolis", but this does not make this book. Generate any value.

　　 In the passage pointed out by Alexia, Jenkins reads the death of the mad poet from the illegible letters and the inverted narrative timeline.

　　 The story is very clichéd. The crazy poet who played the flute to lure the children of villages and towns to throw himself into the river met a similar outsider one day. There is no name of the outsider in the story, but it depicts the crazy poet using some crazy methods to deal with him.

　　 Later, the mad poet was killed by the outsider, and the body was hung on a flagpole in the village by angry villagers for seven days. In the past seven days, locusts, rainstorms, fires, plagues and other disasters appeared in turn. Seven days later, the villagers who were really intolerable abandoned the corpses of their relatives and fled their homeland where they lived for generations with the help of the outsider. .

　　 Only the corpse of the mad poet hung on the flagpole, and the black crows hovering around watching all this quietly.

　　 "It's really crazy...Are there any other records? I actually care more about the story before the mad poet's death, that is, the story of the machine he got."

　　 Jenkins asked.

"That's a matter of the Fifteenth Century. It has been thousands of years away. It took me three days to find clues related to him. Do you expect me to use it for another three days to find what you want? Do you know all the information?"

　　 Alexia asked half angrily, and Jenkins quickly apologized, also knowing that this kind of thing should not be anxious.

　　 Dolores is busy with the throne and the Ministry of Finance, but Alexia has a lot of information to look at. This makes Jenkins, the only person who has no serious things to do, feel like he is eating soft food. In the afternoon, Dolores mentioned that she invited Jenkins to give a speech related to finance. The time has been set, and Jenkins has something to do.

　　 But the manuscript was finished in an hour and a half, and he once again fell into a situation where there was nothing to do.

　　 "Let's go to Nolan again, maybe you can meet the morning thing again."

　　 So he walked out of his closet again at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, leaned against the window with the cat in his arms and looked out. There was no one outside the window, and the silver flute next door was lying in the bedroom. So I planned to go to the professor to take a look again, wanting to talk about the slate.

　　Professor has no class today, the only thing he can do is to write thesis at home. After Jenkins knocked on the door for the third time today, he looked very busy, so after Jenkins apologized for the interruption, he did not go in.

"I recently met a friend of the benefactor, who has a very deep research on similar strange antiquities, and is also proficient in ancient knowledge, and may have a deep understanding of the meaning of the Moon of Flowing Fire that you mentioned last time. Maybe you can ask for advice. She, but also remember to disguise her identity, she is a non-registered benefactor."

The nickname of this friend introduced by Professor 　　 is Miss Magic. There was no accident with the same name, this is the lady Jenkins knew.

　　 He thought for a while, and he was okay now, so he followed the professor's guidance and went to the place where Miss Magic might be. Because the professor and Miss Magic were very close to each other in the study of the history of elves, Miss Magic gave the professor his own contact information.

　　 That is a more convenient way to contact Jenkins than the fake address that Jenkins knows, because the professor knows that she can be found in a building in the city every afternoon on weekdays.

　　 It was a remote and quiet rich area in the east of the city. Jenkins looked up at the five-story building, wondering if he should call it a tower.

　　 The nearby buildings are very sparse. After turning over from the small road over there, there is a large distance between the scattered buildings. It is already close to the outskirts of the city.

　　 Soon after knocking on the door, someone came to answer the door, not surprisingly, it was an unfamiliar face. This is what Miss Magic looks like in disguise, her real face Jenkins has seen.

　　 "What's the matter, guest?"

"The guests?"

　　 Jenkins hesitated for a moment, suspecting that he was in the wrong place. The woman inside the door immediately knew that the other party was not her customer, and then saw the cat on his shoulder that was very alert.

　　 "Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Candle, please come in. I thought it was the guest who made an appointment last week."

　　 "Is this your shop?"

　　 Jenkins followed the woman in, and saw all kinds of strange things scattered on the first floor, such as broken crystal balls, painted divination cards, and feathers of unknown birds.

　　 looked up and could see the roof of this five-story building all the time. Every floor except the first floor was a circular corridor connecting the rooms.

　　 It's very dim, the curtains are all drawn, and the light comes from the crystal chandelier that hangs down from the roof and is flush with the third floor. I don't know what candles Miss Magic used, the light they emit is dim blue.

　　 "Yes, I am here to provide people with some occult consultations and services. This is my main business."

　　 "Isn't your main business that detective agency in the city?"

　　 Jenkins slandered in his heart, and then walked into the office on the first floor with her. Compared with the mystic decoration of the outside lobby, this place is much more normal.

"I won't ask you how you got it. Anyway, you people have always had great powers. But I am not always here. I will open the door every Monday to Saturday from 3 to 5 in the afternoon. Rare is expensive...Okay, let's talk about business, Mr. Candle, why are busy people like you looking for me?"

　　 She was sitting behind her large desk, and Jenkins was sitting on the comfortable soft chair diagonally across from the desk.

　　 "I am not a busy person, but I have been very free recently. As for looking for you, it is for this."

　　 As he said, he stretched his hand behind his back, paused for three seconds, and took out a book-sized slate.

　　Miss Magic tilted her head slightly, not seeing where it came from.

"This is carved from ordinary stone, but judging from the pattern on the surface, it doesn't seem to be that simple. I have already asked someone to translate the cat's claw-like indentations above, which means [poem] and [disaster]. "

　　 "Oh? Why do I seem to have heard of something similar."

　　 Miss Magic murmured, and then took the heavy stone from Jenkins. She didn't wear gloves, but directly rubbed the five ring-shaped dents with her fingertips.

　　 "It turned out to be this."

"you know?"

"of course I know."

　　 The woman replied confidently, and then saw the skepticism on Jenkins's face.

　　 Actually, Jenkins is not to blame. After all, even the Church of the Sages can’t determine what this is, and knowledgeable people like Alexia and Miss Audrey can’t identify it. And Miss Magic can give the answer with just a glance, and there is a reason why he doesn't believe it.

"This is "The Disaster Poem". I bet that you will find no one who understands better than me in the entire West Coast. This involves a mystery of my sect. Except for those who believe in our Lord like me, you Probably you can only try your luck at Bel Dylan’s Temple Library-if you can get in."

　　 "Hmm...so what is this?"

　　 Jenkins asked hesitantly.

　　Miss Magic did not answer directly, but shook her head first, then twisted her finger at Jenkins:

　　 "We are friends, so I can give you a very favorable price."

Section 1293 Chapter 1272 Poets and Poems

　　 Miss Magic did not ask for Jenkins' money, but talked about the Pirate King again. She is already preparing, but she is still not sure how many people she can gather, so she must ensure that she has a reliable helper.

　　 So, if Jenkins can promise now that she will show up by then, then she can immediately tell Jenkins what the "Disaster Poem" is.

　　 "Of course, if you can find your'friends', I can even reveal some unspeakable secrets."

　　 She should be referring to the lie believer like "Mr. Candle".

　　If Jenkins really finds those people, of course he is willing to do it, but they are all lies.

　　 "Cooperating with people like us, you don't seem to have much grudge in your heart."

　　 he sarcastically said.

　　 "Why should there be grudges? Your gods don't know the evil gods, and you never kill innocents or do evil things. You are just spreading lies, are you?"

　　 Jenkins pretended to hesitate for a while, and then promised to participate in Miss Magic’s "Pirate King Fermi". Miss Magic also kept the promise. After a cough, she asked a question first:

　　 "Do you know Cavendish, the mad poet?"

　　 "If you are talking about the famous mad poet of the 15th era, I know... But is his name Cavendish? I don't know that."

"It's him, "The Disaster Poem" is something related to him. Mr. Candle, I don't know how much you know about the madman nearly ten thousand years ago, but there is a fact that you must first understand, the mad poets Like me, I have a common belief."

　　 Jenkins really didn't expect this, he adjusted his sitting posture, ready to listen to a wonderful story.