"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

　　 stood in the alley and knocked on the door politely, Jenkins asked.

"Who?"

　　 Some irritable voices came from the iron door with the edges wrapped in brass, but the door did not open.

　　 "Hello sir, my name is Jenkins Williams, here to collect the bill..."

　　 "Go!"

　　 The old man inside the door shouted loudly, and Jenkins stood there with a wrong expression.

　　 "Papa Oliver asked me to come."

　　 he said again.

　　 Two seconds later, the door was roughly opened with a bang, and an old man in a white checkered pajamas walked out angrily.

　　 "It's Oliver again!"

　　 He complained angrily and slapped Jenkins on the shoulder.

　　 "Williamt, I'm sorry, I had a bad temper just now, I shouldn't have said that."

　　'S tone was deliberately lightened, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "I have one third of my fault, and the remaining two thirds are Oliver's fault."

　　 He laughed, and Jenkins also squeezed out a smile very cooperatively.

　　 "Daddy's friend?"

　　 He guessed based on the information he has learned so far.

　　 Old Jack should have just woke up, and Jenkins called out before changing his pajamas. He politely invited Jenkins into the shop, told him to take good care of his cat, then poured him a cup of hot tea on the table, and then stretched back to change his clothes.

　　 There is a strange bitterness in the herbal shop, mixed with the moisture of the earth, and the faint vanilla fragrance, which is not very annoying. This kind of smell is strictly restricted in the store, and Jenkins only noticed it the moment he walked through the door.

　　 Holding the hot tea, the fatigue that had not rested all night was washed away, and the mood became inexplicably happy.

　　 Jenkins has been in this world for two months and has never seen anyone who took out a container like a test tube from his pocket during a fight or injury, drank it suddenly, and then regained his energy. This is because it is very difficult to prepare medicines with extraordinary power, and the storage time of medicines is very short.

　　 Like those made through rituals, they can retain their inner spirit for at least half a month, but once the medicine is formulated, the shelf life is usually no more than three hours. Therefore, most medicines can only be temporarily prepared during use, which requires the pharmacist's ability even more.

　　 Although it is said that this is a herbal shop, the products that can be seen in the shop are all weird little pills. They are packed in piles of metal utensils, with small labels beside them explaining their purpose.

　　 For example, the most advanced label on the left hand side says the treatment of typhoid fever, next to it is treatment of obesity, next to it is dermatophytes, and next to it is men...

　　 "If you are interested, you can grab a handful and eat it. Although I can't guarantee it will be useful, it is definitely not poisonous."

　　 The skinny old man put on a sweater and walked out, pulling a chair and sitting next to Jenkins.

　　 "Jenkins Radumput Williams, right?"

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins nodded, wondering how he knew his middle name.

　　 "Release your soul emblem to confirm your identity."

"Ok?"

　　 He immediately grasped [Spirit Strike Stick] vigilantly, the rapier stick was hidden outside the door under the steam pipe.

"what's happenin?"

　　 The old man frowned, "Oliver didn't tell you, am I also a scribe?"

"No."

　　 Jenkins hugged the cat and answered cautiously. The old man confessed in a hurry at the time, and now he can only trust the old gentleman half.

　　 "Then you can just ask a question and confirm your identity as soon as possible. I don't have time to waste time with you."

　　 "How many years have you known Daddy Oliver?"

　　 "For more than fifty years, who knows?"

　　 "What happened 38 years ago?"

"Oh?"

　　 The old man put down his teacup and showed a surprised expression for the first time.

　　 "He even told you this?"

　　 "I heard it accidentally."

　　 Old Jack took a sip of tea, and his Adam’s apple moved up and down.

"Thirty-eight years ago, the Earth and the Flowery Moon, the Witch's Lake. You said this, right? Young people, don't be so curious. This is very dangerous. I don't want to tell you, I can't tell you. "

　　 "Oh, then I believe you now."

　　 Jenkins immediately said that he had no intention of inquiring about the old man's past, that was enough.

　　 reached out his hand to call out the green sapling emblem, and the old man nodded in satisfaction.

"The sage is really unfair. I have always wanted to find a young man with the essential ability of a green soul to accept as an apprentice to pass on my craft. I didn't expect Oliver to take the lead. Okay, William, you are here to do it. what?"

　　 "Accounting...at least that's what the old man said."

　　 It was an excuse to collect the accounts. Since the old man in front of him was also a church scribe, Jenkins repeated what he said that morning.

　　 The old man's expression immediately became serious.

　　 "Are you sure, that baron’s ritual did not involve any spiritual materials, did not use any spells, and did not pray to any gods?"

　　 "Yes, I am very sensitive to the perception of the spirit."

　　 "Do you smell sulfur?"

　　 "No...wait, you mean the devil?"

　　 Jenkins was stunned. He thought of the stories of the devil he had been hearing recently. Could this be the suggestion of the sage to him?

　　 Speaking of which, didn’t the fortune-teller also let him beware of demons that night? But it seems that he is fortune-telling love?

"Except for those guys' unique contract abilities, I can't think of other possibilities for the time being, especially the use of killing to create rituals, and the smell of blood. It is very common to sign a contract, sacrifice with blood, and then return an extremely rare spirit. Things. Think about it carefully, are there other weird things in your parish lately?"

　　 Jenkins touched his nose subconsciously:

　　 "Yes, a powerful evil spirit appeared in a hospital in Nolan City. I heard from my father that the church seems to have found that the evil spirit is related to a certain legendary species."

　　 "That's right."

While talking quickly, the old man threw a triangular paper talisman on the table, holding down one finger and reciting a few words silently, and then drawing out a piece of chalk from nowhere to draw the sage emblem on the table, and the paper talisman dropped into it. Disappear immediately.

　　 "Isn't the old man ignorant of demons? Why does he think of so many at once? I asked him this question!"

　　 Jenkins immediately discovered the loophole.

　　 "He lied to you."

Old Jack snorted, "We all signed the contract when we started. Don’t you know those words? I don’t know either... But you should have already realized that the knowledge you get from the church is absolutely impossible. Leak it out without permission. Your confidentiality level is not enough, and Oliver can't tell you some things."

　　PS: This is not a traditional DND. Everyone regards the devil in the article as a combination of lawful evil and chaotic evil.

　　 Another: I revised the compensation that Miss Hesha gave to Jenkins from 1,000 pounds to 200 pounds. Thank you for your correction, 1,000 pounds really shouldn't be taken out casually, so that the later monetary system will collapse. More than one modification was made. The reduction of 1,000 pounds also reduced the transaction volume with the Huntress. If a chapter is missing or not updated, first click Refresh Table of Contents in the lower left corner of the table of contents, then enter the corresponding chapter, and click the chapter content in the upper right corner to refresh.

　　 Another: The first reminder of the divination girl, change from choosing the right to the left.

Section 126 Chapter 122 Animal Spiritual Enlightenment Potion

　　 "Nanolan City is now..."

"I'm afraid something has happened. I heard that the owner of the healing ability there sacrificed another one? It seems to be because of the incident outside the sea...He is worried that you will be directly involved in this matter because of the treatment of the injured. The devil and the devil are actually two different names for the same species. If you can touch it, don’t touch it.”

　　 The old man knocked on the table, took a small wooden box, and used tweezers to pinch out a few threads of tobacco to put on the cigarette paper aside. But after looking at the kitty, he put these things down again.

　　 Jenkins sat there dumbfounded, and couldn't imagine how things turned out to be like this.

　　 "I will go back now!"

　　 He stood up and was about to leave. His divinity was in his hands. Now it is time to go back.

　　 "Where to go!"

　　Old Jack Lissaw clasped Jenkins' wrists and grabbed him like pliers.

　　 "Go back and find death? What level are you now? Level one? Level two? What do you do when you go back? Sit down now, right? I'll get something to eat as soon as the train arrives."

　　 "But daddy..."

　　 "He doesn't belong to the combat unit, so what are you worried about? Besides, Oliver will be afraid... ahem."

　　 He coughed loudly, trying to cover up the last sentence, but Jenkins was also a master of acting, so he naturally saw that this was a pretense.

　　 He didn't point out this. Although the old man can't beat anyone so far, he always feels that there is still a big secret in the old man.

　　 The job nature of old Jack is similar to that of his father. He pretends to be an ordinary person, collecting information for the church and monitoring the city. The difference is that the antiques sold by the old man are real...most of them, and all the old man sold to ordinary people are fake medicines.

　　 According to him, in the early years, he had left the mainland to explore the ocean and learned some herbal knowledge on the island. But truly useful medicines require ceremonial collocation to be prepared. What ordinary people can buy must be fakes.

　　 "Then you can make a real potion?"

　　 Jenkins asked curiously.

　　 "Of course, or you should be my apprentice, I have a very powerful set of unique abilities, very suitable for preparing potions, but the essential ability of the soul of the learner is required to be green."

　　 the old man suggested, not looking like a joke.

　　 "Thank you very much for your suggestion, but..."

　　 He smiled embarrassedly.

　　 "Oliver's luck is always so good, who's the number one?"

　　 Old Jack said disdainfully, and then looked at Jenkins: "Williamt, right? I also have some information channels in the church. Recently I plan to add a holy son. Isn't it you?"

　　 "It's me, last month..."

　　 "Don't tell me, this is confidential, I know these will only die faster."

　　He waved his hand again and again, and then pulled his beard, "Oliver’s apprentices rarely come to me, just to celebrate. I still have some medicine here. What do you need, please mention it. You are welcome."

　　 "How embarrassed then?"

　　 Jenkinston felt very hypocritical, but this is also a part of social interaction, isn’t it?

　　 Chocolate is by his side, so Jenkins asked if there is an [Animal Revelation Potion]. In some occasions, even after disguising yourself, it is not suitable to go there. Having an animal companion can be of great help.

　　 Don’t expect chocolate to be as capable as Mr. Nicholas’ hound from Nolan Parish, as long as he can understand his own words.

　　 Wait, chocolate seems to be able to understand her own words all the time.

　　 He looked at the cat suspiciously, and the cat stretched out lazily, still watching this strange place curiously.

　　 "Do you want to use it on this pet cat?"

　　Old Jack frowned.

　　 "Yes, is there any taboo in this?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "That's not true."

The old man shook his head slowly, "But the best way to use this medicine is to feed it to animals that are naturally extremely smart or have some special performance. Only the kind of rich noble ladies will use it on pet cats. ."

　　 "Chocolate is absolutely smart!"

　　 Jenkins said loudly, but his right thumb subconsciously touched the side of his index finger, and his heart became vigilant.

　　 "Smart? Will it count? Can you find a home from thousands of miles away? Can you take the initiative to cooperate with the host in the ceremony?"

　　 asked the old man.

　　 "Are these... things that animals can do?"

"Of course, there are too many weird things in this world, such as crooks, treacherous realms, gifts, blood of mythological creatures, or steam mechanical changes, cough cough, cough cough, cough cough cough cough, I'm sorry, this Voice. Anyway, there are smart animals."

　　 "That's it..."

　　 Jenkins sighed, and at the same time stroked the soft fur of his kitten with his hand, blaming himself for suspicion of chocolate.