The professor was taken aback. It was he who told Jenkins the truth about the "heirloom", so the professor knew what Jenkins was talking about.

　　 "Have you found the last third?"

　　 "Yes, but I haven't got it yet, and no one told me."

　　 Jenkins replied in a low voice, but then turned to:

　　 "But in a few days I will go and ask for the last third. I can't wait any longer now."

　　His plan is to invite Sigrid to take the girls home in a few days, so as not to embarrass the scene, and he will mention it after the visit is over.

　　PS: Some readers said that in Chapter 1140, the old elf told Carmel that Mr. Hood did not have a family, but Chapter 1703 also said that Mr. Hood was married and had a wife. Here to explain, the old elf cheated Carmel, fearing that he would not bear to die.

Chapter 1773 Chapter 1745 The Professor's Secret

　　 To make it easier for everyone in the church to read, the room was brightly lit at this time. The light of gas lamps, chandeliers, and candle lights made the warm yellow light illuminate almost every corner.

　　 Jenkins clearly observed that the professor was surprised and horrified when he heard that he planned to swallow the seeds of the World Tree.

　　 "You can never swallow the seeds of the World Tree."

Professor 　　 immediately warned, putting down the book in his hand and looking at Jenkins seriously. Because the books on the long dining table were almost stacked into a hill, no one noticed the conversation here:

　　 "Never swallow it."

　　 "Why?"

　　 "Meow~"

The cat on 　　's lap made a sleep sound and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

　　 "Because you are the royal descendant of the elves, you are the real world tree sacrifice, but you are not the world tree itself. If you swallow that kind of seed, you will now be assimilated by the huge life force of the world tree!"

"Is that right?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, but it makes sense to think about it. The last time he swallowed two-thirds of his body, he almost damaged his body, and the complete World Tree Seed would definitely not only add another one-half of its strength.

　　 His soul will probably be fine, but his body may take root on the spot.

　　 I was fortunate to be reminded in advance, and a little scared, but fortunately, I never asked for the last third:

　　 "Yes, so I really can't swallow this kind of seed, so how can the seed of the world tree work in my hands? Thank you, professor, I may almost become a tree person."

　　 "You don’t need to be so polite. This is what I thought of when I studied the "Flowering Forest" you mentioned. Our world is really amazing."

　　 Jenkins learned about the world beyond the material world from that train maze last fall, so he also asked the professor, so the professor knew the names of the blossoming forest, the lava **** and so on.

　　 But Jenkins was still taken aback when he heard this, because the lie clergy actually reminded him that the sentence just now was a lie.

　　 He didn't expect to hear a lie at this time, let alone the professor would lie. But in the last sentence, there seems to be only one place to lie, unless Professor Burns really thinks that Jenkins really wants to thank him, that is not polite.

　　 "Are you... still studying the blooming forest?"

　　 he asked cautiously.

　　 "Yes, but there is very little information. Only a small part of the Elf literature can find only a few words, but I don't understand Elf text."

　　 This sentence is true, there is really only one place to lie.

　　 "So what do you think of the so-called [World Tree Seedling]?"

　　 So Jenkins asked again.

　　 "This..."

Professor 　　 thought for a moment:

"If you want to truly awaken this ability, you might as well explore yourself and discover your essence in the search for yourself. Your essence is probably life. A better understanding of this will enable you to better understand yourself. ."

　　 This sentence coincides with Miss Knight's reminder about blood awakening.

　　 "Do you think of these too?"

"Yes it is."

　　 Professor nodded, and Jenkins judged that it was a lie. He put his eyes on the page of the book, and he never thought that the professor would deceive him at this point.

"but why?"

　　Professor is definitely not trying to harm him, which Jenkins can be sure of. Then there is a problem with the professor's information source. The professor does not want to tell him the truth, but cannot tell him.

　　 "What I said just now was just a guess, you don't have to listen to it seriously."

　　 Just thinking about it, Professor Burns said again. Jenkins refused to look at his face when he noticed that the professor was speaking, which showed that he was also guilty.

"alright, I understand."

　　 He replied, hesitated, and thought of the point of the matter.

　　 There was silence between the two for dozens of seconds, and Jenkins suddenly asked:

　　 "Speaking of which, I remember that you said that the opportunity for you to become a gifter was enlightenment from a dream. Do you have a clue about this matter now?"

　　Professor's expression froze, and the hand that was originally going to turn the book stopped, but his eyes still looked in the direction of the book, just not looking at Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins knew that he had found the key to the matter, but he did not urge, and waited silently for the professor to speak. He knew that the professor would never fool this matter. With the character of a professor, lying was already the worst thing he could do.

　　 It was still quiet outside the window, as if nothing happened except the heavy fog. People in the room surrounded the long table, and candles were quietly burning on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, so that the book hill on the table and the shadows of the people around the table were pulled far to the wall.

　　 The people around were talking quietly, but Jenkins and the professor fell into a weird silence. The two tacitly maintained the action of staring at the pages of the book in their hands, but neither of them was reading the book.

　　 "Actually..."

　　 In the end, the professor spoke first. His voice was very low. Jenkins had never seen a professor speak like this:

　　 "Yes, that's not what I thought of myself."

　　 He heard the implication from Jenkins's question just now, so he didn't excuse it anymore.

　　 "So... did you really get the suggestion just now from a dream?"

　　 Jenkins remembers that his father said that the church knew that Professor Burns's opportunity to become a gifter came from a dream, but he still didn't mind, and agreed with him to apply for an apprenticeship as a secret keeper. This shows that the church believes that the source of the professor's enlightenment is safe and reliable, so the advice it received this time should also be credible.

　　 "Yes, from a dream. Since I told you about the Middleton family and the elves two months ago, I have heard some whispers in my dreams. Recently, I finally figured out the meaning of those whispers."

　　 "But why... you want..."

　　 Jenkins stopped talking.

"Then whispered to me, I can’t tell you the source of this information directly. Of course, if you discovered it yourself, then it’s okay... I really am not a person who is good at lying, sorry, Jenkins ......"

　　 I felt relieved when I apologized, but Professor Burns still looked very sad.

　　 "Don't apologize for such a trivial matter, I don't care..."

　　 Jenkins waved his hand indifferently and asked:

　　 "What else did you hear? Apart from the information just now, is there anything else?"

"Yes, there is one more thing, but I don’t recommend you to try it, so I didn’t say it. Jenkins, you must not take any risks, otherwise I will report this to the church directly. I think even the sage and The existence in the dream will punish me, and I will not let you fall into a dangerous situation."

Chapter 1774 Chapter 1746 The Out of Control Praying Girl

　　 "Why don't you talk about it first, what does that so-called danger mean?"

　　 Jenkins urged that, knowing the whole story, he didn't care at all about the professor's lie just now.

Professor 　　 was obviously hesitating, but probably because of the guilt of lying just now, he was more easily persuaded than usual:

　　 "But you have to assure me that no matter what you hear, you will never take risks. Otherwise I will really tell the church about this."

　　 "Okay, I promise."

　　 He said perfunctorily, the professor looked at him suspiciously, and then said slightly after nodding his head:

　　 "A voice in my dream told me that if you want to understand yourself more deeply, then you must enter a paradox..."

　　 Jenkins suddenly felt a bit familiar with this matter.

"A slyland that does not appear in a specific location, the voice said that this slyland is not dangerous. The voice also said, I can advise you to enter the slyland...but I don’t believe this, how could it be possible? Is there a treacherous environment that is not dangerous?"

　　 Jenkins expressed shock at the recurrence of this kind of thing.

　　 "What you said... didn't appear in a specific location, it meant..."

Professor 　　 glanced at Jenkins again and shook his head decisively:

"I won't tell you, are you going to find it? Sorry, if you really want to enter the treacherous realm, then we must at least tell the old man about it. If Oliver agrees, I will tell you again. ."

　　 The professor is very principled on the issue of deception, and immediately blocked what Jenkins wanted to say. He knew that the probability that he could persuade the professor on this matter was very low, and the professor was obviously determined not to let Jenkins risk it.

　　 "But maybe there is another'person' who wants to talk to me, is it a flower..."

　　 He lowered his head and stopped speaking, the cat lying on his lap suddenly shook, and then he woke up from his dream. It patted Jenkins's legs with its paws and didn't know what it was going to do, then stood up, his sleepy hind paws pressed Jenkins's legs, and the front paws were on the edge of the table, and they wanted to climb onto the table.

　　 "Don't be so naughty, I'll make you a supper in a while...I'm happy now? Didn't the cake just be full?"

　　 "Can cats eat cake, too?"

　　 asked the professor absently, Jenkins thought for a while:

　　 "Chocolate is not the same. It has drunk the potion of animal spiritual wisdom."

　　 So the professor stopped asking.

　　 The calm outside the window did not last long. Soon after Jenkins and the professor finished the question about chocolate and sweets, the second horrified roar of a giant from the bottom of my heart came again from a distance.

　　 After this call, a sudden strong wind swept across the city, and the sound of stones and gravel hitting the windows made the people in the room a little flustered.

　　 Jenkins once again approached the window and looked into the distance. The huge black shadow standing at the end of the night in the depths of the gray mist was still moving slowly. Even Jenkins, who does not have a giant phobia, is a little uncomfortable to see such a terrible scene.

　　 He took a risk and glanced with the real eye, probably because the distance was too far, so he didn't see the aura of the church gifter, and the black aura of the fog giant remained unchanged.

　　 His heart sank, and suddenly he had a bad feeling.

　　 It didn’t take long for someone to call Jenkins out. The one waiting for Jenkins outside the door was Mr. Coppola Bellini from the Church’s Special Items Management Office. He hurriedly stuffed a sterling silver box into Jenkins' hands, and then led him out:

　　 "Miss Bevanna asked you to take this to the church door to find her."

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 talking, hearing the sound of chocolate running behind him, only thought of dropping the cat on the table. But before he turned his head, with the sound of the cat kicking on the ground, the chocolate jumped directly from the ground to Jenkins's shoulder, and it did not hurt Jenkins' shoulder at all when "landing", which made Mr. Writer a cat for himself. I was amazed by his agility.

　　 "The plan failed. There were some minor problems."

　　 Mr. Bellini said simply, but there was no worry on his face:

　　 "The eggshell was not completely shattered, but the [Suffocation Prayer Girl] had some problems in the thick fog. It seems to have been assimilated into a trick..."

　　 The two walked across the corridor, and a group of nuns walking in the corridor holding books hurriedly saluted Jenkins. There are doors on one side of the corridor and windows on the other side. The strong wind outside the window still didn't stop, and the howling wind sounded like the howl of a monster walking through the city. At the same time, the wind did not disperse Nolan's thick fog. Jenkins guessed that the source of the wind sound was the suffocating prayer girl.

　　 "Anyway, you go to the door of the church first. This silver box must be held well, and don't let it touch the ground."

　　 Talking about Mr. Bellini, he turned to the other side of the corridor. He also had a lot to do.

　　 The beautiful sterling silver box in his hand has a strong yellow aura and is a B-type spell item. The six sides have bulges like blood vessels that are connected to each other. Jenkins walked and looked at the surface of the box. For a moment, he even saw the silver bulges, the silver liquid was really flowing, but he blinked. The vision of the eye disappeared.

　　 Many people have gathered in the main hall of the church, which is the main chapel of the church. But the two majestic doors were closed tightly. Seeing Jenkins coming out from the back corridor, people quickly gave up a way. Sigrid handed Jenkins a coat, and Captain Bincy suggested that Jenkins keep the cat indoors or put it away. In the pocket, the old man standing next to the door reminded Jenkins to be careful of the wind.

　　 "Be careful what?"

　　 As soon as he finished asking, the scribes on both sides of the door opened the door by a gap, and the sudden influx of wind caused Jenkins's clothes to quickly pull his body to move back. He subconsciously squinted his eyes, bent down slightly to lower the center of gravity, and at the same time grabbed the cat and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat:

　　 "Beffana is waiting for you outside!"

　　 The old man's voice seemed to be coming from a long distance, and then I don't know who pushed Jenkins, so that he staggered out of the door against the wind, and the two doors were immediately closed behind him.

　　 Just now I heard the wind whistling outside the window, and I knew the situation outside. But after walking out, he was still frightened by the wind like a storm. But fortunately, Nolan is a seaside city, and there will be a big storm every few years. You can find relevant things from the memory of the original owner, so Jenkins is not panicked.

"I'm coming!"

　　 He said laboriously in the wind, and then walked to the vague figures standing in front. Obviously, the wind has raged to this extent, but the fog under the night sky is thicker.

　　 At this time, there were more than a dozen people standing on the steps outside the church. Miss Bevanna spoke in the wind to let Jenkins come over, and then saw the box he was holding in his arms:

　　 "Okay, Bellini took this item out from behind the Vientiane Gate."

　　 She picked up the silver box as she said, and then flew into the air. Standing by the side was another son of the Church of the Sage, Miss Bock Strath. She was Nolan, who had just arrived last week, and Jenkins just greeted her.

"The silver box is B-02-3-0302 [The House of Wind]. It can regard the wind generated by the flow of the atmosphere as a kind of energy, and absorb it into it. The current squally wind is deceitful and materialized. For the impact, we must stop the wind before we know what is happening over there."