This refers to the machinery that the mad poet brought to Hokuriku City.

　　 "I know there are some secrets that you must keep, but at least please tell me those secrets that can be said. I won't go around with you anymore. That's the purpose of today."

　　 Jenkins tried his best to be more honest, but worried that he might not be able to speak enough. The power of the priesthood of practical lies directly deceives the woman in front of him, making him believe that he can completely trust it, which is the best way. But she is also a follower of Dolores and belongs to her camp. Jenkins wants to give Dolores some face... But if Miss Spectacles really doesn’t want to say anything, then take her discretion. Some methods, I believe Dolores is also understandable.

　　 "Your full name, is Jenkins Williams?"

　　 was silent for a while, only then did Miss Glasses ask, she was actually tangled inside. Now that the person in front of me knows the secrets she has, it is of course impossible to leave without saying anything, and the other party is still the "friend" of the princess she follows; but that secret is very important, and she hopes to be with her. Like the ancestors, it takes a lifetime to preserve and pass it on to the younger generations before they get old.

　　 I confirm Jenkins' name here, but I want to ask about his personal information to make sure that he is really trustworthy.

　　 "Yes, my full name is Jenkins Radumpet Williams, you can call me whatever you want."

　　In formal introductions on formal occasions, the middle name is usually stated.

　　 "Redampote?"

　　 Miss Glasses repeats this word in her heart, and she naturally knows that this vocabulary has the term "savior, savior" in most popular languages ​​in modern times.

　　 "Then what is your belief?"

　　 "I am a believer of the sage, yes, yes, as I said just now, I am the Son of the Church. Oh, this can be proved..."

　　 pointed at the paper on the side while talking, and the sentences the two had just spoken appeared one after another. This is the ability [read writing] of the Church of the Sage. Although people other than believers can also master it, this ability is not powerful. Except for the believers of the Sage, few people will learn specifically.

　　 "Then what do you think of crazy poets?"

　　 The woman asked again.

　　 "That's a villain who spreads disasters, a **** who deserves to be hanged...Sorry, I shouldn't speak bad words in front of the lady."

"But you are right. The mad poet Cavendish is indeed damned. After he rebelled against the church, he ran around the material world at the end of the fifteenth era. The data I have can prove that he made at least 5 large-scale There are countless people who have died as a result of the disaster. What you just said is correct. The prototype of "Disaster Poem" is the materialized manifestation of a unique ability he has mastered. The name of that ability is [Son of Disaster]. "

　　 Jenkins thought, and suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he must have an intersection with this ability.

　　 "Is this also one of the savior's emblems? It is indeed possible, after all, it is also a unique ability."

　　 He thought so, and then asked:

　　 "What kind of ability does this ability belong to?"

　　If the savior ability is to occupy all the ability types, then only purple destiny, green life, black sacred and yellow spells are left now. And [Son of Disaster] is obviously not a green life, so as long as Miss Glasses's answer is one of the remaining three, Jenkins can determine whether this is related to the savior.

　　 "Red fighting, this ability draws power from the disasters it creates to feed itself back. As the number of disasters drawn increases, the possibility of disasters will increase wherever the holder goes."

　　 Miss Glasses said with a serious expression, and Jenkins sighed with relief, because it was obvious that [Twin Devil] was the red warrior.

　　 "That's why he is getting crazier and stronger. That makes sense. So these five depressions on the stone slab..."

　　 He pointed to the slate he had written again.

　　 "This is a secret that I will never tell. Even if the princess hates me because of this, I will never tell. The ancestors passed the secret to me in order to better protect me."

　　 Miss Glasses shook her head and said firmly.

Chapter 1306 The first thousand two hundred and eighty-five chapters are crazy poets and disasters (3)

　　 "Since you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

　　 Jenkins said very kindly. Seeing that she didn’t speak, he said casually:

"I'm just guessing that these five depressions on the slab are probably related to the acquisition of abilities. But as I said, I don't want to acquire this weird ability, so you don't need to tell me these things. Then let's talk about madness. The life of the poet Cavendish, I am very interested in this."

　　His purpose is not ability [Son of Disaster], especially if it is determined that it is not the savior's emblem, so he will not care about this evil ability.

　　 While Miss Glasses saw that Jenkins was really not interested, she breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time proactively talked about what she knew. Sure enough, she knew a lot of stories related to the life experiences of mad poets, but most of what she knew happened in Hokuriku in the 15th century.

　　 Regarding the strange machine that Jenkins cares about, she does know, and even knows the specific process of the destruction of the city, but she does not know the origin of the machine very much:

　　 "It was brought by the mad poet from the Middle-earth Continent to Northland. I don't know its origin."

　　 In addition to the disasters that were created, she also provided more details about the death of the mad poet. The dramatic elements are more obvious. For example, in the final duel between the mad poet and the outsider in the village, the two fought on the mountain for three days and three nights. Only when the outsider was exhausted, he barely killed the mad. poet.

　　 But because of this, there was no time to prevent the disaster power he possessed from escaping to the village, which caused the people in that mountain village to leave their homes.

　　 "Where is the name of the outsider?"

　　 Since no clue can be found from the mad poet, maybe there will be clues in the relic after the "brave" has collected the remains of the mad poet.

"I do not know."

　　 Miss Glasses shook her head:

"It's very strange to say that the sect was no longer his opponent in Cavendish's heyday, so he asked outsiders to help. It stands to reason that a brave man who made such a feat should have his name in the existing information, but Even in the core history of the sect I have mastered, I only use a simple nickname to call him. Sorry, this person did not leave a name. Apart from the nickname, the warrior who killed the mad poet has no information. "

　　 There is no hint in the priesthood of lies, which shows that this is the truth. But just like Miss Glasses said, this person who has not left any information is indeed very strange.

　　 "Does this again involve a secret story thousands of years ago?"

　　 Jenkins guessed suspiciously, but there was no clue to support him in the investigation.

　　 Now, all the clues about the mad poet have been investigated, but there is still no clue to point out where the mad poet got the weird machine.

　　 Miss Glasses saw Jenkins' worries, and suggested that he go to the Church of the Sages to look for clues. Although she is confident that the Church of the Sage will certainly not know more about mad poets than her, but the church may have other information.

"Until his death, the mad poet spent most of his time in the Hokuriku Operation, which was beyond the reach of the Orthodox Church. Perhaps the disasters he created were recorded by the church, and even now there are relics. Since you are a scribe, I I think this part of the information should be open to you."

　　 This is a pretty good idea, and it points the way for the next investigation. Today’s inquiry to Miss Spectacles is over here. She definitely has a lot of things left to say, but Jenkins is not in a hurry to ask her, after all, those things are about the story of the mad poet and the [son of disaster], and Jenkins The point is not these things.

　　 Dolores considered this situation. Before calling Miss Glasses to Ruen, she had arranged a relationship to transfer her work to Ruen, so that Jenkins could ask her at any time.

　　 Now Dolores is recruiting gifted people from remote areas into the capital when employing people. This is not a special case. Therefore, apart from the person involved, no one knows the purpose of this level.

　　 sent away Miss Glasses, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. The ladies have already gone out to do their own things, Jenkins thought about it, and after studying the slate for a while, he took the cat into the thick fog of Nolan.

　　 When people flowed into the alley near home, Jenkins was still thinking about what happened to him in the city when he occasionally returned to Nolan recently:

　　 "Weird tobacco, doomsday illusions due to treacherous realms, alien species... really feel like wind and rain."

　　I came to Nolan today for three things. First of all, I checked the newspaper and determined the address indicated by Mr. White Cat looking for his cousin's revelation, and then wrote back to him, saying that he could participate in the action against the alien species.

　　 Considering that Hathaway will definitely remind Mr. White Cat about the fact that the ghoul has already appeared, Jenkins, as Mr. Candle, did not point this out in the letter.

　　 Followed by the further investigation of those tobaccos, through a series of calculations that Jenkins could not figure out, Alexia found out the source of the damaged suitcase he brought back.

　　 Jenkins will continue to investigate according to this line. Although he cannot eliminate the influence of tobacco from the entire continent, at least he can do something for Nolan.

　　 "The last thing is commission..."

He has to hire a huntress to help this time. Since the original version of "The Poem of Disaster" was discovered from Nolan's post office, and the building damaged by the rainstorm is only twenty years old, the slate must be during this period. It was put into the wall. Ruen’s Church of the Sages investigated the trajectory of the mad poets at the end of the 15th era, and Nolan’s manpower to find the origin of the slate, two-pronged approach, can ensure the highest efficiency.

　　 Although the possibility of [Son of Disaster] being the savior's emblem was basically ruled out, he did not forget that the one who came to **** the slate that night was the gift of [Tree House].

　　Jenkins didn't know what Treehouse wanted to do, so he was even more worried.

　　 Very smoothly, I saw a short message in the newspaper about finding the missing cousin Kate White. After Jenkins wrote down the address, he went to the bar at the entrance of the black market and mailed the letter, and then waited for Mr. White Cat's reply.

　　 then entered the black market from the entrance, found the middleman, the clown, and met the huntress. She also accepted Jenkins's commission, but told him bluntly that the possibility of investigating clues was very small.

"I will start the investigation from the construction contractor twenty years ago, but after all, after so many years, you can't determine the specific date that the slab entered the wall. Maybe it will be with A-03-2-4667 [in the wall] Ghasts] and the like are related. So we have to say in advance, regardless of whether there is a result, I will not refund the deposit."

Chapter 1307 Chapter 1286: Bags, Tobacco and Tower

　　 said goodbye to the huntress, left the black market along the sewer pipe, and then found the place where Hathaway had placed the small blackboard.

The small blackboard is still there. There are birds, cats, pentagrams, candles, and chalk patterns that look like a robe but a hood. This means that everyone except Miss Yindi will participate [Story in the story 】 Game, and Miss Yindi is now temporarily escaping from Nolan, it is understandable that she will not appear.

　　 "Bless her peace."

　　 Jenkins whispered, the smell here is so heavy that he has to breathe only with his mouth, so the voice is a little dull.

　　 opened the small blackboard, and also wrote a series of numbers with chalk on the wall behind, multiplying the odd numbers by three and adding two, and the even numbers by subtracting one to get the six numbers, which is the specific month, day, and time of the game.

　　 then rubbed the side bread iron of the blackboard with his fingers, and felt some bumps in the lower right corner. Jenkins couldn't read text with his fingers, so he painted some red paint out of thin air, dyed the bumps red and printed it on paper, and got the meeting place this Friday.

　　 "I happen to have time this Friday...Speaking of which, isn't this Friday the time for the battle between the Kingdom of Fidcicle and the Kingdom of Chesland as Miss Yindi calls it?"

　　 By the time he returned to the ground from the sewer with the smelly smell, it was time for lunch. Because Alexia and Dolores will not go back to the manor at noon today, Jenkins does not plan to go back either.

　　 The cat, who had been hiding in his arms all morning and not moving, was already protesting, so he found a restaurant nearby for dinner, and then began to look for the origin of the box according to the results of Alexia's divination.

　　 "First of all...here."

　　 He walked to the green street east of Nolan, turned into the street from the intersection to the middle section, and then walked into the side alley. Turning left in the alley, after seeing the rusty iron external staircase, he climbed up the stairs to the third floor, then knocked on the door, bent over and opened the door and walked in, and saw that this is a luggage store. .

　　 "It's hidden so deep. If it weren't for the small sign outside, I really wouldn't recognize a shop here...So, how exactly did Alexia count here?"

　　 The owner of the shop is an old man who looks older than Bishop Parrod. He is sitting behind the counter with his head drooping, as if he is taking a nap.

　　 Jenkins didn't bother him immediately. Instead, he walked around the small but extremely crowded shop, and he saw exactly the same goods as the suitcase in the corner near the door.

　　 I touched it with my hand, and the surface texture is also the same, basically it is definitely the same box.

　　 "Boss, how do you sell this?"

　　 Jenkins turned around and asked the sleeping old man, in order to wake him up, he deliberately increased his voice. But the old man did not reply, still sitting there with his head drooping.

　　 "The hearing loss of the elderly, or do they sleep too well?"

　　 Jenkins yelled twice and couldn't get a response, so he approached the counter and knocked on the table. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, first put on his gloves, and then forcibly lifted the old man's face with his hands.

　　 There are no eyeballs in the sockets, and the black blood has dried up. Without any vitality in the body, this person died at least this morning.

　　 "I deliberately gouged out my eyes to prevent the ritual from going back to the last person I saw?"

　　 Jenkins thought in surprise, then opened the cover of the counter and walked in, trying to find the cause of death on the corpse.

　　 Except for the gouged out eyes, the corpse had no superficial injuries. The clothes are neat, and there are no signs of struggle.

　　 Jenkins thought of the characteristics of his opponent, so he reached out to open his closed mouth and look at his mouth. But he didn't expect that his mouth had just been opened, and a thick and smelly yellow mist sprayed his face directly.

　　 Jenkins screamed and fell to the side, clutching his face and twitching a few times before getting up:

　　 "It's so stinky!"

　　 Maybe it was a trap left by the killer, but the toxin is of no use to Jenkins. It's just that the poison is mixed with the fermented food residue inside the corpse, and the foul smell almost makes Jenkins spit it out.

　　 But when the trap was discovered, it was basically confirmed that the killer should also be a member of the [Scent Appreciation Committee], and they came to kill.

　　 looked around and did not find the ledger, knowing that the ledger was also taken away. So he laid the corpse flat on the counter, lowered his head and drew a holy symbol on his chest to pray for the unfortunate poor man, then walked out of the store and hung up the sign of [Closed], did not leave immediately, but climbed onto the roof to observe the surroundings. Streets.

　　 saw two police officers in uniform on patrol passing by. Then he took out the pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the sky, and then walked away from the other side of the alley along the roof without hesitation.

　　 The clues to the luggage shop were broken, indicating that the organization that made strange cigarettes was quite alert. Jenkins had already learned that the church had launched a joint operation in Luen to thoroughly investigate the origin of these cigarettes, and the newspapers also began to promote the harm of these cigarettes. But so far, there is not much progress. After thinking about it, I decided to go to the cigarette manufacturing factory mentioned by Mr. Hood.

　　 Although I don't know the specific situation on Nolan's side, I think it should have been dealt with by the church if I want to come to the factory.

　　 As expected, when I arrived near the mining area, I found that the atmosphere nearby was not right. Jenkins changed the appearance of a thin man again, and then mixed in with the miners who changed their work shifts. While listening to nearby people chatting, I learned that a fierce gun battle broke out here on Thursday night, followed by dull explosions and unusual flashes.

　　 Thursday afternoon was the day when the tripartite reports gathered to the Holy See, and Nolan's actions were quite fast.

After approaching the secret tobacco workshop along a gravel road paved for carts, I found that there were church gifters patrolling nearby in disguise, so I used some means to enter the mess after the war from the skylight above. Inside the workshop.

　　Before the battle broke out, production should be still going on here. Although the finished and semi-finished products were taken away by the church, the raw materials scattered on the ground were still here under the light of the not-so-brilliant sunlight.

　　 Jenkins squatted down to study, and found that nothing could be studied, so he opened his eyes and looked around, and found a faint aura in the underground near the northeast corner.

　　 "So don't put spiritual materials in the secret room, otherwise it is equivalent to showing the way to me."

　　 He tiptoedly lowered his body and moved to the wall to prevent it from being discovered by people outside. Then he looked over the land where he found the aura, but he didn't find anything that looked like a secret door.

　　 knew in his heart that the secret door was hidden deep, so he left the spiritual magnet in place, and then took the cat away from the skylight. Let the unicorn fly to the hill where you can see it in the distance, leave the cat and the phantom behind, use the projection to return to the workshop, detonate the twin demons above the aura, and finally return to the chocolate side with the magnet and the phantom.

　　 The location of this hill is quite good. Standing here, you can clearly see the benefactors hiding around the workshop running towards the explosion in panic. I knew in my heart that the church would dig three feet to inspect the site, and that dark room had basically been exposed.

"I will go to Ruen's church later tonight and apply to contact Nolan. Then I will report to Miss Bevanna about her life this week, and then ask about Nolan's current situation. I will know what's in the dark room. Up."

　　 He is satisfied with his cautious approach, and thinks this is the best choice. Looking up at the sky, the sun behind the thick fog has a black halo, but it still stays on top of the head. It was still early, and he decided to go to Fifth Queen's Road to take a look at his father from a distance, and then return to Luen.

　　 "Chocolate, let's go."

　　 beckoned to the cat squatting down, and the cat immediately took off and was caught by Jenkins and placed it on his shoulder.

　　 turned around and no longer looked at the mining area under his feet, but looked at the city located on the port plain. This is the place where he lives after he came to this world, where the people he loves live, and Jenkins vowed to guard this place.

　　 Accidents are often unexpected. The mining area is in the east of the city, while the old antique shop is in the west of the city near the dock area. When I was walking through the city, I just came to the city center, and the surrounding scene changed again.

　　 The noise in his ear disappeared, and when he looked up at the huge yellow moon, Jenkins knew that he had once again entered the doomsday fantasy.

　　Because he has already had two experiences, Jenkins did not panic. After observing the surroundings, he stepped on the sewage to lift the spider web in front of him and walked towards the clock tower that stood in the distance.