blinked, the real eye opened, and a faint white light rose from the chocolate body. This is a normal phenomenon. After drinking the [Animal Spiritual Enlightenment Potion], the white light on its body will become heavier and heavier. This is the instinctive process of the animal accumulating spirit. When the medicine is completely absorbed, the light will disappear.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat yelled softly, slumped on the pillow as usual, unwilling to get up.

　　 Jenkins took a breath and gently picked it up, but some strange guesses did not disappear.

　　 On the way to the old antique shop, Jenkins also tried to activate this new ability. Unlike the [Twin Devil], which cannot judge the specific function by name alone, the grace of the cat will know that it will not cause huge damage.

　　 This ability inherits the [flexible legs and feet] strengthening effect on the legs, and at the same time increases the flexibility and balance to an incredible level.

　　 Jenkins chose an alley with few residents this time. He tried to climb the low wall and stepped on a horizontal brick.

　　 It's very simple. While activating the ability, walking like this is simply instinct.

　　 (Chocolate eating)

　　 "Here? Tell you something."

　　 The cat stayed at home for one day, when the heavily armed Jenkins walked into the old father's antique shop, the bell rang lightly in front of the door, and he was stopped by his father.

　　 "Come and see this!"

　　 He waved a piece of paper, and Jenkins walked over and looked at it with his head tilted. It turned out to be a portrait of the pirate king Fermisch. This is a pencil sketch, the shaded part is drawn very well, and the artist is of good skill. From the perspective of the picture, it is the painting on the paper airplane that Jenkins lost that night.

　　 "Who is this? The painting is very good!"

　　 He asked easily, it is impossible for an excellent scribe Jenkins to know such a wanted criminal.

　　 "Fermischau is the pirate king who was seen in the dock a few days ago."

The well-dressed father stuffed the paper into Jenkins' hands, "Look carefully, this is the portrait of Fermischau that the [Ocean and Discovery] church shared with the Nolan Police Department and the Orthodox Church this morning. I didn’t expect it to be so many years, they I finally found the opportunity to record this person’s appearance. Those who used to be dictated by the pursuers had too much distortion."

　　 "Didn't the old man say that he is a lunatic? How could he still stay in Nolan City? Even if he stays in Nolan City, I don't think it is so easy to be seen."

　　 "Because he is a lunatic, it is difficult for normal people to guess his movements."

　　 The old man nodded as he said, "Since his appearance is so clear, it shouldn't be difficult to find him. Let's not talk about this, are you ready, let's go."

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 Jenkins leaned his cane on the side of the counter, turned and looked behind him subconsciously, only to realize that the chocolate was left at home.

　　 he asked softly:

　　 "It's like this, I woke up after a sleep this morning, one of my abilities has evolved."

　　 "Evolved again!"

　　 The old man shouted loudly, then covered his mouth apologetically, and looked at Jenkins with a tangled look.

　　 "I mean... well, you must be the most beloved scribe of this generation, goddess, please rescue this young man who does not want to get married!"

　　 The old man said, and skillfully painted the holy emblem on his chest.

"No, no, I am not unwilling to marry. Ahem, this is not the point. The point is that the original white basic ability has evolved into [Cat’s Elegance], and I happen to have chocolate. Do you think this is too much? What a coincidence?"

　　 Jenkins's tone was a little embarrassed, he unbuttoned the button on the black collar, sighed, and after all he was still suspicious of chocolate.

　　 "Of course it is not a coincidence."

　　 Daddy frowned.

　　PS: Let's add one more, let alone my water... Now I have more than 20,000 manuscripts saved, and I will offer a reward when I save 50,000.

Chapter 173 Chapter 169 Underground Mine

"How many times have I told you that the spirit of the gifter is not a certain kind of energy, but a synthesis of indescribable things such as information, spirit, and energy. In addition to relying on special rituals, the improvement of ability is also a way to perceive the world. Through Intimate interaction with animals, or living with animals for a long time, may promote the evolution of abilities. Animals and humans are part of the world, which is normal. Although most of the things that are promoted in this way are all things Believers of the Spirit] or [Earth Mother God], their way of looking at the world is a bit special... But since you can encounter the lucky thing that increases the ability bubble in the first eclipse, you can raise a cat. It is not impossible to comprehend the true meaning of pet cats."

　　 paused, then added:

　　 "By the way, you and your cat are too close. As an adult bachelor, this is very detrimental to normal communication.

　　Also, after coming back today, I copied the third chapter of "Friends of Nature: Fantastic Beasts" twice as punishment for asking this question. "

　　 Jenkins listened carefully to what the old man said, his heart relaxed in vain, and a smile appeared on his face.

　　 "No problem, I'll copy when I go back!"

　　'S tone reveals joy, this time I have wronged the chocolate again, so for dinner tonight, give it more food.

　　 "Why do I always doubt my cat? I still feel insecure."

　　 He thought in his heart.

　　 Now that I talked about chocolate, I naturally wanted to ask about other things.

　　 "That's it, the chocolate accidentally drank some strange things last night, I was a little worried."

　　 The tone was even more tangled this time, because he thought of the 5000 pounds again.

　　 "What did you drink?"

　　 "Dragon, dragon blood."

　　 The old man stopped talking, but put down the pistol he was checking, and put the parts that had just been disassembled on the table.

　　 "I know you got rich recently, but the golden pound is not such a waste. How much chocolate did you drink?"

　　 "About one-fifth of an ounce of fluid, the blood concentration of the red dragon is 52.3%."

　　 Jenkins endured his heartache and said, telling himself that his cat is more important than gold.

　　 "It's okay, so little dragon blood will not be so good. Don't believe that the plot of dragon blood in the knight novel is a deceit."

　　 Even though the old man claimed not to worry about going out with Jenkins, he still dared to go out with a lot of charms, weapons, and bullets like him.

　　 Instead of riding in a carriage, the two wandered around to the dock area. Even if it is Sunday, the workers are still working.

　　 stopped in place, watching a team of sailors carrying boxes cross in front of them, the two turned a turn, bypassed the steam-spraying sewer manhole cover, and walked into a familiar street.

　　 Jenkins often comes here.

　　 "Mr. Ink Club?"

　　 Jenkins guessed.

"Yes it is."

　　 The old man nodded cautiously. Today he wore a brown leather coat with a high collar and a black hat with a long brim. Although it looks suspicious in the daytime, it's not uncommon to see people wearing this way on the road.

　　 After all, it is already autumn.

　　 Mr. Ink Club is where Jenkins practiced his guns. It’s not a charge based on the frequency, but a membership system. Jenkins was recommended by his father to join, paying 3 pounds 12 shillings a month, and he can practice guns here for a limited number of times. The types of firearms provided here are very rich. If you are willing to spend money, you can also find retired soldiers from the Kingdom of Fedictelli as coaches.

In this era, the annual income of farm workers, soldiers, and typists is 25 pounds, and the annual income of the lowest shop assistants, servants, and embroidery workers is 12-20 pounds, and Jenkins alone spends more than 30 pounds a year. .

　　 But it's worth it. Poor boys who have never touched a gun can fight with a pistol in three months. The money is worth it...probably.

　　The great writer holding 8,000 pounds in cash still feels heartache when thinking of this.

　　 "Mr. Oliver, Mr. Williams, good morning."

The janitor knew two people, and he asked politely: "May I ask you two who need a quiet private room, a good breakfast, or go underground now? Oh, today the club also invited a famous writer to come. As a guest, do you need to take a seat in Hall 3?"

　　 "Go underground."

　　 Dad replied.

　　 The corridor inside the club is very narrow, and it can almost only accommodate two normal men walking side by side. The walls were painted into a brass color with a metallic texture, and candles were used for lighting instead of gas lamps that are now popular. But in this completely enclosed corridor, the warm bright yellow flame illuminates the narrow brass-colored walls, and the floor reflects the light, which also has a special flavor.

　　 The entrance to the underground is in Hall 7, and the so-called underground is the gun practice field.

　　 Although Jenkins had doubts in his heart, out of trust in his father, he didn't say a word.

　　 Jenkins has come to this place many times, but until today I found out that the hidden area here is far beyond my imagination.

The sturdy waiter took the initiative to come over to talk, and the old man made a gesture. The man raised his eyebrows to make the two wait a while, then turned and walked into the small room with iron walls where the guests were not allowed to enter. He quickly walked out again, handing Give the old man a whistle.

　　 This is a brass whistle with a common style. It is a common item. A serial number is also engraved on the side of the brass whistle.

　　 Even in the early morning, there are some guests at the gun yard. But the two went in opposite directions, and the waiter opened the trapdoor on the ground. The old man waved to Jenkins and got down first.

　　 "How big is the underground here?"

　　 Climbing down the ladder is a tunnel-like tunnel. The track extends from the darkness in the distance to the darkness further away.

　　 There is an old kerosene lamp hanging next to the ladder. The transparent lampshade is covered with a layer of burnt yellow marks, making the already faint light even more dim.

　　 "It's bigger than you think. In fact, this is also one of the entrances to the black market, but it's too much trouble, and few people will use it."

　　 Dad reached out his hand to take off the lamp on the wall and let Jenkins carry it, and walked forward by himself, Jenkins hurriedly followed.

"You should see that this is a tunnel rebuilt from a mine tunnel. More than 20 years ago, a group of archaeological team members from Berdilaun accidentally discovered a blocked mine tunnel entrance during a field investigation. It should be the ground that was re-exposed because of the earthquake. The municipal government and the police sent people to investigate, and the results showed that the history of this mine tunnel should be traced back to the previous era. And here is the farthest point where the mine tunnel extends to the underground of the city. ."

　　PS: If you look at the volume name of this volume, you know that the devil's business is not over yet, there is a small climax and this volume is over. The gear germ, the prince of lies, and the heart of the sea of ​​the pirate king are the main content of the next volume. The name of the next volume is-Act Two, Mortals are mortal.

　　 That's it, right, before the opening of the second act, there is an intermission story. Jenkins will leave the stage for a short adventure.

　　 I just want to prove that there is no Cavan, there are ideas, and the outline is sufficient.

　　 ask for votes.

Chapter 174 One Hundred and Seventy

　　 "But this is the underground of the city, how did you dig here outside the city?"

　　 Jenkins wondered.

　　 "The city of Nolan prospered after the kingdom was established. In the ancient Xicali Empire, it was just a small fishing village, and in the 17th era, it may be deserted here...that's it."

　　 After walking forward for less than five minutes, the mine tunnel came to the end. The old man asked Jenkins to cover his ears, and then he blew his whistle.

　　 The shrill whistle cut through the originally silent mine tunnel, and Jenkins trembled and shivered fiercely. He suspects that the whistle can be heard deeper in the mine tunnel behind him. Although the old man said that this ancient mining area has been fully explored and there is no danger, but in this quiet environment, he will always think about it.

　　 After the whistle stopped, the old man took out his ears helplessly, and then looked at the stone wall in front of him with Jenkins. As if drawn by chalk, a door appeared one by one.

　　 It is an ordinary wooden door with weird human ears painted on it, and the ear hairs are all sticking out of the ear holes. Above the ears, there is a string of gilded words of unknown meaning.

"B-11-5-4004, the greedy voice-activated gate, records a specific voice every month. Only when this voice appears will it reveal itself and the space behind it. The disadvantage is that it is very rare and requires A special item that can only be operated by energy supply, and it needs silver, and it is silver of high purity. That is why the Orthodox Church has heard of it, but never thought of using it for storage."

　　 "Aren't the churches very rich?"

"The church's money is not thrown from the sky by the wise. For the same golden pounds, we can find a better way to store it. This door is not a good thing either. Certain specific tones can open the door to a terrible world. , Even behind the door corresponding to some tones, there are extremely scary creatures, the number is more than 300."

　　 Daddy is obviously familiar with this item.

　　 "Obviously, there are some permanent spaces behind it, but no one knows how to use them in this era. What's more important is that this door can only be opened outside, so we don’t want to close it."

　　 As the two talked, they stepped into the door. Behind the door is a space smaller than Jenkins's bathroom, without any frills.

　　 In the center of a piece of flat ground, seven lighted blood red candles circled around a chair and the bald old man on the chair.

　　 This is the oldest person Jenkins has ever seen in the world. His entire face was loosened, and his thin body was covered in a white robe without any decorative patterns, which was more like a bed sheet. With the exposed wrists and hands from the cuffs, the bones can almost be seen.

　　 A rancid smell permeates the air. It is not the feeling of decayed corpses or food, but more like expired mechanical oil.

　　 "Look at the seven candles. This is the [Seal of the Undead] numbered B-12-2-4118."

The old man’s tone was somewhat mocking: “Any creature will not die of old age as long as it is in the 7 candles that are lit. But if it has already entered the seal, then no matter how much life is left, the candle will go out. If you leave this range, you will die immediately, and it can be regarded as the worst means of sustaining life."

　　 "Shall we say this in front of him?"

　　 Jenkins asked quietly, standing behind him. It's too quiet here, so lowering the sound doesn't actually do any good.

"It doesn't matter, you can call him Mr. Biddes, 187 years old this year. A mortal will eventually die. Even extraordinary items can't completely solve this problem. He is still alive now, but his physical functions have declined to the extreme. [Mr. Ink Club] The owner protects his safety, but he has to contribute to the club, that is, to answer some visitors’ questions. There are less than 40 people in Nolan City who are eligible. He seemed to be a remarkable figure when he was young, so he knows some centuries. The secret matters before, live longer, and only have this effect."

　　 While the old man explained, Jenkins kept staring at the old man sitting in the chair with a shrunken body and bowed head. For a few seconds, Jenkins even thought he was dead, but since the candle was still burning, he couldn't die.

　　 This is a gifter, but only two levels, the same as Jenkins.

　　 "Do you know [Gear germ]?"

　　 Cleared his throat, the old man asked.

　　 "I know, but not much. This is the first question."

　　 Mr. Biddes’ old voice was unexpectedly clear, echoing in the small empty space. Jenkins thought that his weakness was not enough to support such a voice. Because he didn't look up, Jenkins couldn't see the expression under his bald head.

　　 "How to make the source of infection of [Gear germ]?"