"The Light Chaser Club."

　　 This is the first Cthulhu sect he encountered after he came into this world.

"If I remember correctly, this organization claims to turn all human beings into light and escape the disaster at the end of the epoch in this way. Do you think this is the way to save the world? In fact, this is indeed true, at least in principle. , The disappearance of all mankind can really delay the arrival of the final day. It’s just that this approach is not feasible, and it is mixed with other purposes. In this way, the [son of disaster] who leads the disaster can also become the savior. , Is the same reason."

　　 "Viscount Franka" said.

　　 "If the Fifteenth Century can make [Son of Disaster] a candidate for the savior, then in the current Eighteenth Century, it will once again..."

　　 "I know what you want to ask, but I can't answer this question. You need to explore it yourself."

　　 The middle-aged man behind the desk shook his head and said.

"I can understand this. I just want to try it out when I ask it. I really can’t... Then if I really beat other competitors and become the final winner, what do I need to face? I know the final The catastrophe is called the catastrophe of the end of the era, but what exactly is it? A powerful creature? A global change? Or something more terrifying?"

　　 Jenkins tried to express his thoughts, where "something powerful" refers to the ancient machinery underground in Nolan, and "world-wide mutation" refers to the fog around Nolan.

"What you have to face is a whole epoch. All the intelligent creatures living in this world are [sin] condensed. This is the destination of every epoch. When these [sin] exceed the tolerance limit of the world, they will condense into terrible Something, or attached to a certain existence. If the selected person can deal with it, deal with it by any means, then this mortal can directly become a god..."

　　 After talking about these tables, the **** laughed:

"You have never heard what I said just now. This is the deepest content I can reveal for the future. So don't try more specific questions. Some things come into your ears from my mouth. Here, there will be unnecessary troubles in the future."

"I also understand this. Speaking of which, to eliminate the sins of the era, isn't it the same principle as collecting sin coins to bear the sin? Could it be that the masters allow those strange things to enter the material world because they want them to collect sins and condense? Sin coins, thus constantly delaying the time when the end of the era comes?"

　　 Jenkins thought for a while before saying so.

　　 "Do you even know this?"

The **** of mist and spice expressed surprise for the first time, "Someone dare to tell you that this is really...I don’t express any opinion on your opinion. After you leave the material world and sublimate yourself, you will have an answer. of."

　　 Although the **** in front of him still didn't tell Jenkins what he would face in the end, at least he had a vague answer, which is better than knowing nothing.

The question about the end of the epoch seems to be over here. Seeing that the other party has no intention of answering more in-depth questions, Jenkins changed the topic to the issue of tobacco, which has been making a lot of noise in the whole world recently. The first question is naturally the other party. Whether it is related to these tobaccos, this question is very important.

"I have nothing to do with this matter. Although a small number of my believers participated in this farce, it was not my will. What they did and did contradicted my doctrine. From the attitude of the Orthodox Church. It should be possible to see this. So far, no one party has declared that I am a Cthulhu."

　　 The middle-aged man answered in a relaxed tone.

　　 "So what exactly are those tobacco used for? Those people spread them to the whole world, not to earn a few gold coins?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, the other party is a **** of smoke and spices, and he can definitely answer this question.

　　 "Those cigarettes with strange ingredients actually have a stronger effect on sleeping well than addiction. You should know this?"

　　 "Know that those tobacco can make people feel relaxed, which is why people who are not addictive but want to try a second time after smoking."

　　 Jenkins nodded and said.

Chapter 1398 Chapter 1375: Fog, Machinery, and Disaster

　　 "What can you think of from sleepiness?"

　　 The **** behind the desk asked, but instead of asking Jenkins to answer this question, he gave the answer directly:

"So the real role of tobacco is not reflected in reality, but in dreams. Under deliberate influence, dreams can become very beautiful, and people who are extremely painful in real life may prefer false dreams. You You can do a little research, and you can find that the frequency and type of dreams of people who have smoked those tobaccos are highly overlapped."

　　 "Connecting to dreams? I never thought of this... But what's the use? Is it possible to extract people's spiritual power in this way?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "If I tell you all the answers, wouldn't it make the story very boring? You can try to answer it yourself, it's not a problem."

　　 [Hovering Fog] Once again refused to answer the question, Jenkins nodded without reluctance. He thought for a while before he decided to start the last topic:

　　 "About the mad poet, I actually still have many questions to ask."

　　 "You can ask any questions, I may not answer all of them."

　　 "Is he really dead?"

　　 "Why do you ask this question?"

　　 The middle-aged man behind the desk sat up slightly.

"From the ancient records I found, you can see that your three-day and three-night battle on the top of the snow-capped mountain should be at the end of that era. This is likely to be the last battle of the savior controversy. At that time I don’t know how powerful the mad poet is, but it’s not difficult to see from the later relics and records that he has absorbed so much power of disaster, he should not be considered a human? Although this matter has nothing to do with me, but I still Very curious, did he die in the end?"

　　 Jenkins explained his thoughts.

"Well, this question can indeed answer you, you guessed it right...Although the battle on the top of the snowy mountain ended in my victory, the mad poet did not completely die. His body was left there. In the small mountain village, waiting for the power of time to destroy everything. The broken and twisted soul was exiled to the material world by me using rituals. It was not until I achieved myself that the soul was completely erased. So from this point in time, he really Is dead."

　　 Jenkins nodded suddenly, this kind of result met his expectations:

　　 "Then do you know that he once had a strange machine creation, that machine can predict the future through a lot of sophisticated calculations."

　　 "I know what you want to ask, is it this?"

　　 The middle-aged man knocked on the desktop, and as the white cloud rose up, the familiar cube model appeared on the desktop.

　　 "Yes, this is it."

　　 Jenkins nodded immediately.

"I used to be very curious about what this is. After killing the mad poet, I learned from his belongings that this was when he was searching for the cause of disaster in the entire world, from the wasteland of the southern Middle-earth continent, which is now the Nolan area. Antiquities unearthed nearby.

　　 I think you should have guessed the origin of it. This is an incomplete replica created by ancient humans by imitating the deepest part of the Nolan Underground. But this kind of imitation, in addition to gaining part of the function of that thing, also completely copied the craziness and distortion, which led to the series of tragedies that followed. "

　　 "Whether the original machine at the bottom of Norland can be countered by human power. Or, what are its weaknesses?"

　　 Jenkins asked quickly.

　　 "I have never seen it with my own eyes. Even if you use the characteristics of omniscience to find the answer for you, it is a rigid and non-applicable answer. Instead of ‘misleading’ you like this, it’s better to find the answer yourself."

　　 "So... that machine is really the final disaster at the end of this era? Or is it part of the disaster?"

　　 "I didn't say anything, you said it yourself."

　　 The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, then motioned to Jenkins to continue asking questions.

"About that unique ability [Son of Disaster], I have also learned a lot of information from various ways. Now I know that a group of people are seeking this ability. For this reason, they follow the mad poets of the year and continue to create disasters. Is it possible for them to succeed?"

　　 Jenkins asked, while stroking the dishonest cat lying on its lap, it kept trying to jump to the desk.

　　 The **** behind the table thought for a while, touched his chin, and then replied:

　　 "They can't succeed, I can assure you of that.

　　 This is undoubtedly a matter. The mad poet can achieve [Son of Disaster] by absorbing five disasters, because this ability is the origin of his soul, and he himself is the son of Disaster. And if you want to rely on rituals to learn this ability, what you have to do is not as simple as five disasters. Do you know that the gods of lies, those unique abilities, appearing and disappearing, are closely related to destiny. And at this point in time, there is no fate related to [Son of Disaster]. So it's not that someone forbids this ability to reappear, but that it shouldn't appear in the present. "

　　 Although it sounds very convoluted, Jenkins understood it inexplicably, and then began to worry about what kind of big news the group of people in the tree house would make in the end.

　　 "Then is there any ability associated with [Son of Disaster]? Maybe the two are one and two sides."

　　 he asked again.

　　 "Viscount Franka" glanced at him with a smile, and picked up the book on the table:

"Yes, there is indeed a diametrically opposite ability to [Son of Disaster], and the acquisition methods of the two are very similar, but there are some differences in the key points. Don’t ask me where is the most critical step, because I am also Don't know, yes, I really don't know, but I think you know.

　　 Oh, I have to read the book for a while before leaving. This interesting encyclopedia is really good. You can ask one last question. It’s too early. I don’t think you will spend the night in a nearby town. You have to go back in a hurry. "

"last question......"

　　 Jenkins actually still has a lot of questions to ask, even if it's midnight, those questions can't be finished. But since the other party said so, he can only ask the last one. Today's harvest is already great enough.

　　 I didn’t know which one was the most important for a while, so I simply chose the question of Alexia:

　　 "I want to know, is there any special reason why your descendants live so close to Nolan at this time?"

　　 "There is no reason, everything is a coincidence."

　　 Without lying to the priesthood, Jenkins can feel that the other party is lying.

Chapter 1399 Chapter 1376

Jenkins does not intend to puncture the lies of the gods in front of him. Gods have the intentions of the gods. People have human lives. The intervention of the gods in the material world is often cryptic and silent, and usually, even in the end, he will not let him. Anyone finds signs.

　　Although he is curious, he doesn't need to worry about whether the other party's plan will affect him, he only needs to worry about the fate of the Franka family in the end.

　　 After saying goodbye, Jenkins took his cat and left. As he said earlier, the man in the study looked through the large monograph in his hand under the light of the gas lamp. It was not until the old butler knocked on the door to tell him that dinner was available, then closed the book and stepped to the window. .

　　 There was a transparent white mist in the room. In that white mist, the young man brought by Jenkins appeared on the floor. He was lying on the brand new carpet with a dazed and ignorant look. After all, the memory of the last moment was attacked by the man who checked the steam meter.

　　 "I only ask the question once, I hope you seize the opportunity. Where is that gem now?"

　　 "What treasure..."

　　After talking halfway, I realized that this scene is unusual now. The breath of the man with his back to him was so strange that when he stood in front of the window, even the galaxy in the night sky outside the window was distorted into an indescribable abstract oil paint. The stars were dimmed by his appearance, and the silent night was lifeless.

　　 Just standing there with his back to him, he could barely breathe under the pressure of the depressed atmosphere in the room. The air was as terrible as it was freezing. He wasn't sure that this was because he couldn't breathe because of excessive tension, but the air in the room really had a terrible change.

"I......"

　　 I felt the voice so hoarse as soon as I uttered the words, and I couldn't stop trembling from the first syllable. This was definitely not because the man who checked the steam meter punched him in the throat.

　　 "That gift is now with me."

　　 His subconscious feeling made him dare not lie. He just hoped to end it soon, even if he died on the spot, it would be better than the current situation.

　　 "This way the problem is much simpler."

　　 After finishing speaking with "Franca" standing with his back facing him, in the invisible traction, the jewel of the man's spirit immersed in the carpet automatically emerged from his forehead.

　　 It is a huge red gem, if it is set on the crown, it hardly needs any polishing.

　　 "This gem belongs to me now. As compensation, you can get some gifts."

"Ok."

　　 The trembling man on the carpet didn't dare to say more. After getting permission, he rushed out of the manor. After spending a carefree life in prison, he did not dare to recall the scenes that night. But for such a person, living in jail to reach the end of his life at the age of 90 is also considered a great gift.

　　 "Even if I become a god, I still like the mood of opening gifts."

　　 The **** standing in front of the window looked at the floating gems in front of him, twisting his fingers lightly, and the gift gem shattered into powder. After those useless residues fell to the ground, dots of golden light danced in the room. The light is very faint, but there is an unusual sense of presence.

　　 "It's just a little residue of the priesthood fragment, I know I don't have such good luck..."

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　 I already missed dinner time when I returned to Luen, but fortunately, there was still a meal in the kitchen, so Jenkins told Alexia about today's wonderful day at the dinner table.

　　 Dolores and Julia were not in the manor. As the war between the two southern kingdoms began, the atmosphere in the North Kingdom, which had nothing to do with them, became more and more tense. In addition to the chaos of Ruen itself, it is also because earlier today, the official letters from the Kingdom of Cheslan and the Kingdom of Fidcicle arrived at Ruen almost at the same time.

"So what I gained in Nolan today is that, on the one hand, I learned that the mad poet is dead, and the clues about the machine were cut off; on the other hand, it is certain that the ability corresponding to the "Disaster Poem" is definitely not limited to the son of disaster. This one, the ability that I have not yet fully formed, is very likely to be the next savior emblem."

　　 Jenkins said as he swallowed the bread in his mouth, his voice was vague. Alexia also knew that Jenkins was starving, so he didn't care about his eating. In fact, even the style of eating chocolate is better than Jenkins at the moment. Chocolate is a very courteous cat.

　　 "This is valuable enough, not to mention that you have encountered a **** in the material world. The symbolic significance of this event is enough for anyone to brag for a lifetime."

　　 "Alexia, stop joking with me. Speaking of which, how is the situation of Roon? Now that the King who has enclosed himself in the deep palace has made a decision?"

　　 The special envoys of the two countries came to Ruen at such a sensitive time, naturally because of the ongoing war. When the two sides are temporarily evenly matched, it becomes very important to find foreign aid, or to ensure that the opponent cannot find foreign aid. This morning, somehow, the envoys of the two countries got off the train at Ruen Station almost at the same time and met at the exit of the station.

　　 "You can't imagine how lively it was at that time. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, but just listening to Dolores's description, I can imagine what tone the newspaper will report on tomorrow."

　　 Alexia said with a smile, Jenkins took the napkin and wiped his mouth, picked up the dishonest cat and wiped his mouth, ignoring its anger, and asked curiously:

　　 "Then the special envoys of the two countries, have you seen Dolores' father today?"

"I have seen them all. I know you are curious about the order in which the king and the two countries will meet, but in fact they were summoned at the same time. As for who was the first to talk to Salsi II, I am afraid that only the participants know the inside story. ..... Do you know that they did not live in the embassies of various countries, but were arranged to rest in the Golden Bird Hotel, which is the closest to the Royal Palace. The royal family went down a whole floor with their wallets, making the two groups of people neighbors."

　　 The smile on Alexia’s face was very strong, and Jenkins also laughed.

"But I still don’t understand, what kind of choice Salcy II will make in the end? Stand by? Help Fedextelli? Or help Cheslan? Oh, I don’t think there should be a fourth possibility, except for his madness. To declare war on both countries at the same time."

"From the current situation, Salsi II may not have made a decision himself. Not to mention, the nobles who came to Luen from various places because of the succession to the throne also have their own ideas. This is not a day. Things that can be decided, the arrival of the special envoys of the two countries will definitely make Ruen more'lively'."

Chapter 1400 The first thousand three hundred and seventy-seventh chapter one week

　　 As Alexia said, on Wednesday morning, the headlines of most newspapers sold within the city of Ruen reported the news that the envoys of the two countries had come to the city. Although the purpose of the mission was not clearly stated in the news, basically even the coachmen on the street knew what they were here for.

　　 In addition to ridiculing the war between the two southern countries with a superior attitude, the newspaper also mentioned their meeting with His Majesty the King. The photo on the front page is a photo of Salsi II in the second-high-level reception room of the palace and the two parties meeting. This is one of the few that Salsi II appeared in newspapers after the riots some time ago.

　　 Dolores got some inside information, but it is said that this was deliberately released. The two countries have explained their willingness to cooperate to Salsi II, but the weakened king stated that there have been problems in domestic politics recently, and the statement should be carefully considered.

Now that the envoys are ready to live in Roen for a long time, the war in the South will not be over in a few months. Fidgetley and Chesland have even prepared food and cotton clothes for the winter army in advance. Mobilize, so they must stay here and wait for news.