Miss Strace explained that the wind really weakened while speaking, so everyone at the door of the church flew one by one, flying into the thick fog and flying in the direction of the fog giant.

　　 Only leaving Jenkins helplessly looking around, he can't fly.

　　 But fortunately, Miss Bevanna remembered him, and soon returned with the silver box. The lid of the box was lifted, and some cyan gas was slowly flowing inward.

　　 She took Jenkins by the hand and flew up, and from the air, she could easily find the position of the [Suffocation Prayer Girl]. After all, observing the flow of the wind is a good thing for the Ocean Church. Afterwards, the demigods shot together. This was not too strong in itself, and it was just an item that had just turned into a trick. It was quickly contained properly and temporarily sent to the Evergreen Forest outside the city.

　　 At the same time, the gifted squad scattered around the city also found others who were sent to the front line to prepare for the Mist Blade plan. A group of people did not die, but because of the riot of [Suffocation Prayer Girl], they were all in a coma in every corner of the block.

　　Although the action failed, there were no casualties, which is barely a comfort.

　　 After returning to the church again, a new plan has to be reworked, and the use of more dangerous numbered items has also become more difficult to judge the feasibility.

Since the power of the fog can make a numbered item deceptively materialize, maybe other items will also suffer this bad luck, so what to do next is to continue to try with type B items, or directly release the extremely dangerous type A deception The object will go to another containment afterwards, or confront the Mist Giant head-on, all of which need to be considered.

　　 The child of the mist protected by the egg exhibits a very strong power, and it will definitely weaken after breaking the egg. But to what extent it will become weak, the church cannot come to a conclusion. Because it does not want to waste the power used to deal with the disaster of the end on this matter, the church's attitude is very conservative, but from the current point of view, the conservative attitude may not be correct.

　　 Jenkins, who returned to the church from the fog, excused that he was a little sick and did not attend the next meeting. He thought about the current situation for a moment, thinking that he should do something instead of just waiting to die.

　　 didn't know the power of the fog giant, and he didn't dare to appear as a believer in lies. Fortunately, there is another way, but it needs to persuade Professor Burns.

　　 So she found Miss Audrey who was doing divination under the white building behind the church, and asked her teacher for a favor.

Chapter 1775 Chapter 1747 The Adventures of Middletons

　　 "Are you sure you want me to help you deceive people? I'm not good at doing this."

After seeing Miss Audrey, Jenkins explained what he wanted to do. Then the two of them returned to the building where the church mission hall was while talking, and walked along the corridor to Jenkins and the professor just half an hour ago. Outside the room where I flipped through the book together.

　　 "It doesn't matter, the professor is not the kind of person who is very good at seeing lies."

　　 Jenkins shook his head indifferently.

　　 "But are you sure there is no danger?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure. The church's plan just now failed, and we must prepare with both hands. I know that the church can definitely win with hard power against that thing. But if it can reduce the consumption of some vital power, wouldn't it be a better thing? ?"

　　 Seeing him say this, Miss Audrey nodded hesitantly.

　　 Soon Jenkins called Professor Burns out of the room. Professor Burns did not know Miss Audrey. After Jenkins introduced him, he realized that this was a pagan demigod. After greeted each other, Jenkins signaled that Miss Audrey could speak, and the latter gave him a condemned look, and then said to the professor seriously:

"Mr. Burns, you probably heard from Old Oliver. I'm Jenkins's fortune-telling teacher. When he was out with Bevanna just now, I fortunetelled his fate, and the revelation told me that he must Now I will get a way to enter the treacherous realm from you. This will play an important role in our victory over the children of the mist."

　　 This is not actually a lie. If Jenkins guessed correctly, he will get some extra power in the sly.

　　Professor Burns was not easily persuaded, so Miss Audrey said again:

　　 "I am Jenkins's teacher, I will not harm him."

The corridor is particularly bright because the gas lamps on the walls are all turned on. In addition to the church’s architectural and decorative style, I like to have reflective and shiny objects all over the corners, so Professor Burns can clearly see this. The expressions on the faces of Miss Audrey and Jenkins when they spoke.

　　 Both of them are very serious. Jenkins is used to doing this. As a fortune-teller, burying secrets in one's heart is a basic ability.

　　 "In this matter, I think it is better to discuss with the church, at least to figure out how we should rescue if Jenkins is in a treacherous situation."

　　 "No, it can't be like this."

　　 Jenkins expected that the professor would say this, so he had prepared a comment for Miss Audrey:

"My divination shows... the enlightenment you get comes from a great being outside the material world, and such an existence should not be known to too many people. Mr. Burns, you probably know that too , Any information outside the material world is knowledge that burdens mortals."

　　 The professor agreed with this point, but he was still hesitating, so Jenkins added the last weight to this persuasion:

"If I think it's dangerous, I don't want to go to the treacherous land myself. My instinct and inspiration tell me that this is a journey without danger, and I even plan to take the chocolate into the treacherous land. Professor, you I also know my protection for this cat. If I think it is dangerous, do you think I will take it with me?"

　　 Hearing this, the professor looked at Jenkins and then at the cat, before sighing for a long time:

"okay then."

　　According to the professor, entering that special treacherous realm does not require a ritual to call, nor does it need to wait for any special time. He found a piece of paper, wrote a sentence in Elvish language and handed it to Jenkins, and admitted that he did not know those slender letters that looked like branches and leaves, and the professor was not familiar with Elvish language.

　　 "Hold the seed of the world tree, chant these words, and then kiss the seed, the door of the treacherous world can be opened to you..."

Professor 　　 said anxiously, and then wanted to repent:

　　 "Or tell Oliver, I always feel that this is wrong."

　　 "If you can't rest assured, then I can follow Jenkins into the paradox."

　　 Miss Audrey said suddenly, this proposal shocked Jenkins, but after thinking about it, it seems not impossible—as long as the inviter is not angry.

　　 "No, this treacherous realm can only be entered by a gifted person of Middleton blood. I don't think you can follow it."

　　Professor stopped immediately.

　　 "It doesn't matter, Middleton here is not just Jenkins. There are people who can follow him to help him. Although that person is a pagan, he is also very reliable."

　　 Miss Audrey nodded and said, Jenkins knew who she was talking about, but he didn't want Sigrid to get involved in trouble. But he couldn't use this reason to object, because he just assured the professor that this trip to the treacherous land would not be dangerous.

"Actually, it is not impossible to let Sigrid go with me. She is indeed a descendant of the elves, and the blood of the elves is also revealed in her body. Maybe this trip can also bring her some Harvest...maybe, I can use this to ask for that one-third of the seeds...but how can I compensate her?"

　　 After discussing the plan, Jenkins went to find his distant cousin. Although she also came to the Church of the Sages with the Nature Church, she only played a role as a medical team because of her weak combat effectiveness. At this time, work was not busy. I heard that Jenkins came to her. Amidst the laughter of other nuns, I lowered my head and walked through the corridor with Jenkins. I saw Miss Audrey and Boh in the empty room I had found in advance. Professor Ens.

　　Because of time constraints, Jenkins quickly explained the current situation. Sigrid didn't expect Jenkins to approach her because of this kind of thing, nor did she expect to hear from Jenkins the true use of the "metal pendant", but she agreed to go into the treacherous state with him without hesitation. There is really no hesitation at all.

　　 On the other hand, Professor Burns, who regretted being easily persuaded, told Jenkins that if the two did not return within two hours, then the church would definitely find that he had disappeared. By then, it would be impossible to hide this matter.

Considering the fact that the time flow between the treacherous world and the real world is not fixed, Jenkins is not sure when he and Sigrid will be able to return, so he understands the professor’s concerns and said that once the church finds out, it will directly change this case. Just report the matter:

　　 "It's not illegal anyway."

　　 After finishing speaking, he nodded to the professor and Miss Audrey, and Sigrid faced the wall together, and took out part of the seed of the World Tree.

　　 "Do you know elves?"

　　 Jenkins asked suddenly, and the nun next to him thought for a moment:

　　 "Understand a little, but not fully grasp it."

　　 "Okay, the pronunciation of this sentence is like this..."

　　 He whispered, and then the two of them uttered the words written by the professor on the paper in a poorly pronounced Elvish language:

　　 "Praise the Lord of the flowers, you are the guardian of nature, the symbol of life and reproduction, you are the righteousness of all things, all things return to nature, and the flowers will flourish forever."

　　 This sentence is a bit blasphemous [Nature Spirit]. Fortunately, Jenkins only said that the pronunciation was not translated, otherwise Sigrid, who is a believer of Right God [Nature Spirit], would not pronounce it.

　　 After the complete recitation, the two gently kissed the seed of the World Tree in their hands. Although, without warning, a crack emitting white light appeared on the white wall in front of him.

　　 The door to the sacred world appeared again in front of Jenkins.

Chapter 1776 The first thousand seven hundred and forty-eight chapters of the woodland stream

　　 The crack on the wall was less than the length of a pencil at first, but after it was observed, it quickly began to expand, and Jenkins vaguely heard a sound similar to glass breaking.

　　 The powerful suction power came from the depths of the endless white light, and Professor Burns and Miss Audrey took a step back quickly. Jenkins was holding his cat in one hand and his cousin in the other, watching the gap widen until it turned into a white light door with irregular edges enough for two people to pass through.

　　 "Don't worry, we will be back soon."

　　 He said loudly in the wind generated by the suction, and then stepped into the door of the treacherous world with the lady beside him.

In the white light, there was an incomprehensible bizarre illusion, and when his feet finally set foot on the ground, Jenkins was forced to let go of the chocolate and Sigrid, kneeling on the soft soil on one knee, and covering his stomach with one hand. Department to prevent myself from vomiting.

　　 The last meal was a birthday dinner. He ate too much and drank a lot of wine. Coupled with the intense discomfort caused by the space transfer, Jenkins almost really polluted the land under his feet.

　　 It was a little cold around, and what was even colder was the raindrops falling from the sky and hitting the body continuously. In the church, I sweat slightly because of the summer temperature, and my pores are open. Now that the body hadn't had time to adapt to the new environment, it was violently excited by the raindrops. Jenkins shivered, feeling that he might catch a cold because of it.

　　 The cat caught in the hand didn't like being wet from the rain, and quickly got into Jenkins' pocket, and Sigrid on the side also pressed tightly against Jenkins' right arm because of the cold. The rain is not heavy, but for two people without umbrellas, it is actually no different from heavy rain.

　　 The rain made Sigrid’s blonde hair stick tightly to the side of his face, and water marks dripped down the hair.

　　Unsurprisingly, the two of them and a cat were in a shallow beach, with pebbles under their feet and flowing stream in front of them. It seemed to be dark night, and there were no traces of stars and moon in the sky. Although it is rainy, there is no trace of wind in the air. The temperature is unusually low compared to Nolan's summer, and the environment is dull and humid, making people panic.

　　 There seems to be a forest behind the two of them, but because of the low visibility, you can only vaguely see the dead branches like the fingers of the witch in the story stretching towards this shallow beach. Jenkins shook his head to tell Sigrid not to look back, and it was obvious that the darkness in front of him represented the boundary of the treacherous realm. This was his experience.

　　 There is obviously no light around, but the sparkling stream still reflects light from nowhere. With the reflection of the water surface, Jenkins looked around in the rain with great effort, and finally found that a man in a gray robe sat on the other side of the flowing stream, and he almost merged with the darkness.

　　 But Jenkins did not immediately walk to the bank of the stream not far away with Sigrid, but said to the girl who was leaning on him:

　　 "Some things were inconvenient to talk about just now, now there are only two of us left, you can ask."

　　 The blonde girl shuddered because of the cold. Jenkins realized afterwards that her physical fitness was not as strong as her own, so she held her right hand up, and wanted to draw a big umbrella in the void. But [Reading] just started and it stopped automatically. Jenkins looked suspiciously at the sky above Falling Rain. The rules of this treacherous world seemed to prohibit him from doing so.

　　 "I only have one question. As long as I answer this question, I think I will understand it-who are our ancestors?"

　　 The nun from Nature Church didn't notice this movement of Jenkins, but asked in a trembling tone. Jenkins then wanted to call out the fire of his gift to bring some warmth to the two of them, but the flame returned automatically just as it emerged from the body.

　　 This situation is the same as [Reading] does not work. It is not that it cannot be used, but it is forbidden to use it.

　　 "Our ancestors are the sacrifice of the World Tree."

　　 Jenkins said in her ear, the two seemed to have returned to the adventure of the mirror world, which seemed to be the same at that time. While talking, Jenkins and Sigrid walked towards the stream. The only thing that "glows" in the entire paradox is the stream. According to past experience, this means that this adventure will be carried out by the stream.

"world Tree......"

　　 Sigrid sighed softly, and after adapting to the environment, she quickly eased over. Noting the indecent posture leaning on Jenkins, he naturally moved the center of gravity away from him.

"Yes, our ancestors were the world tree sacrifices in the elven royal family. With this bloodline, even if we are only half-elves, we can have natural talents that ordinary elves do not have, and can even rely on the power inherited in the bloodline to automatically learn elves. language."

　　 He nodded, staring at the figure on the other side of the stream. That person should be the narrator of the rules of this deception. Generally speaking, it is best not to look directly at this kind of thing, otherwise it will cause mental harm. But unexpectedly, this time Jenkins didn't feel any discomfort, and even saw the other person holding a lute in his arms.

　　 "So this treacherous realm is the test of the World Tree?"

　　 Sigrid asked again, Jenkins didn't mention the master outside just now.

　　 "No, it's not the world tree, it's... it's higher than the personality of righteous God."

　　 The blonde nun shut up and said nothing. She had never heard of such a existence, and she didn't know if she should believe it.

"It's hard to accept, but in fact, there are still worlds outside the material world that can allow intelligent life to exist for a long time, but those worlds are often very strange and dangerous. Those who control the world are more difficult to understand than the righteous gods. Even more powerful. I can’t tell you their titles. You should understand that sometimes just names or codes have extraordinary power. But I can tell you the beliefs of the elves, which is the existence that gave us the test this time Name. Yes, that great one is usually called the [Lord of Flowers]."

When 　　 said the last note, Jenkins faintly felt a line of sight cast from a very high place, but when he looked up, the line of sight disappeared. It's a bit like being watched by a sage, but the sage's gaze is gentler than this.

　　 At the same time, Sigrid's mouth unconsciously spilled red blood, but the amount was not large, and it disappeared quickly in the rain.

　　 The two are the sacrifices of the World Tree, and they are loved by the flowers, so Jenkins dared to tell Sigrid the name [Lord of the Flowers].

　　 "I probably understand."

　　 After a moment of trance, the blonde girl nodded, and learned a lot of information in that name that she shouldn't know.

So Jenkins stopped talking. The two hurried to the stream, but did not step on them. They just stood on the pebble shallows. Then they saw the gray-robed man on the opposite bank picking up his lute, plucking the strings, and letting him The sound of the piano pierced through the sound of rain, and finally began to sing in a deep and elegant Elvish language.

　　 The singing in the rain is very sad, but there is a sense of vicissitudes from the ancient years. This is an elf poem that Jenkins has never heard before:

　　"An ancient story begins in the first blood,

　　 the first blood,

　　Concluded as a sacred contract under the tree.

　　 When history becomes legend,

　　 When the legend becomes a myth,

　　 When the myth only has dust,

　　 never change,

　　 is a flowing story.

　　 The veins of the leaves show the time,

　　 The markings of the bark let time flow.

　　 there will always be that day,

again,

again,

　　 flowers bloom in the forest,

　　 the surging life,

　　 Let the oldest giant tree stand in the world.

　　 I came from the rain,

　　 sing ancient stories,