But the next day, on Tuesday morning, the old man brought new news about the scammer.

　　 "The missing Robert Kumbu has been found."

　　 "So fast? This is only the next day."

"He was out of luck. The church and the police were investigating. The citizens who had contact with the man who was carrying the source of mechanical pathogen infection, when they checked the house of a certain coachman, someone smelled the smell of blood coming from the next room. . But it’s a pity that there were only level 4 gifters from the [Starry Sky and Balance] church in the team. She was not good at fighting and tracking, so Kumbu and his accomplices escaped."

　　 Dad knows this matter in detail, because the fraudster Jenkins once proposed may be a believer in [Prince of Lies].

　　 "So what is the smell of blood? A **** sacrifice? In the city, is it so bold?"

　　 Jenkins asked while rubbing the gold, thinking in his heart:

"The luck of this Mr. Khumbu was really bad. He was stabbed in the street and then witnessed by the gift of the Orthodox Church. In the end he was discovered by a completely irrelevant team of police. It turns out that there is really something in this world. Someone worse than me."

"No, the kelp was taken away by his accomplices before he recovered. The smell of blood in the treatment of the wound attracted attention. When the two of them fled, they were indeed using the gods unique to the believers of [Prince of Lies]. The skill ability escaped the investigation. Your guess is not wrong, they are indeed followers of the Cthulhu."

　　 While talking, the old man handed a brass screw cap to Jenkins.

　　 There is a light golden aura on this.

　　 "Carry this with you. Once it gets hot, it means that you have encountered an infected person with gear germs. This is a temporary magical item manufactured through the technology shared by the [Creation and Machinery] Church. It is effective within one month."

　　 "Is the manufacturing cost high?"

　　 "It's quite acceptable, it can be made into one at about 50 pounds."

The old man smiled and watched Jenkins take the heavy brass object, and carefully put it in his pocket. It was a piece of chocolate: "Except for us, which are important, and will come into contact with many people’s clerical work every day. Personnel, only the patrol can hold this thing."

　　 "Okay, I will take it with me. In that case, the church is now dealing with the two things [Gear Craftsmen Association] and [Prince Lies] believers?"

　　 He felt that the city had returned to the way he had just passed through, and danger was everywhere.

　　 "No, it's not two things, it's three things."

The old man’s expression was very distressed. He didn’t even wear the red sleeveless cardigan that he usually loves today: “The devil’s matter has follow-up progress. When we searched Wellington’s house in the city, we found some The letter, there is reason to believe that the two unknown demons did not appear by themselves, but were summoned."

　　 "Sir, you mean the demon summoner? Just like the story says, open the door to another world through evil rituals?"

　　 Jenkins guessed.

"I'm afraid it's like this. At least one group is summoning demons. The demons chose one of them as a container to appear in the world. Those demon summoners are equally dangerous. We don't know if they have the ability to summon demons again. Remember I mentioned The Asyash family that I’ve ever used? It’s probably them. Oh, goddess, where are these damned desecrators?"

　　 Dad doesn’t know much about the progress of this matter. His most recent thoughts are all on the study of mechanical germs, because he is one of the few benefactors in this parish who has ever experienced the outbreak of [mechanical germs]. But Dad reminded Jenkins that the church now has evidence to prove that most of those demon summoners should be local nobles or heirs of nobles, not foreign secret societies. This matter will involve many people, and the relationship between the church and the royal family has always been bad. To some extent, secular forces will also be an obstacle.

If at this time, the pirate king-destroyer Fermischau was also witnessed somewhere in Nolan City, then the situation may become more complicated. In the case of insufficient manpower, there may be civilians like Dad and Jenkins. All have to join the patrol team.

　　 But the good news is that this madman with a bounty of over ten thousand pounds did not jump out untimely, but is still hiding. However, the [Ocean and Exploration] Church has not stopped searching for him in the city. The gift of [Ocean Heart] is not just a special item. 【Storm Master】given to believers, so it is also regarded as a sacred object representing ocean power. The believers of Lord of the Storm, must catch the daring robber at any cost.

　　PS: It is planned to offer a reward at the end of the month, and now this volume has been written in the deposit, so it ends smoothly. The interval is estimated to be very short, and then the next volume.

#185-Chapter 185

　　 Jenkins is distressed by the recent turmoil, and he desperately wants to improve his strength. However, the study of occult and rituals does not have a significant effect in a short time, and special items are even harder to find.

After reaching level 2, he can have a total of 6+1+2+4=13 abilities, and he has learned [Contact Healing], [Unknown Way Forward], [Frost Fist], [Disease Curse], [Star Realm Perception], [Dream Soul Out of the Body], [Profane Production], [Twin Demon], [Cat’s Elegance], [Reading], a total of 10 abilities.

　　 Jenkins can feel the spirit in his body. He is still far away from being promoted to level 3, so the remaining 3 abilities should be carefully considered.

　　 The chain ability gained through trading with Miss Bailing【My God is here】He doesn't plan to learn it for the time being, because the hidden danger is too serious. In order to avoid the bullets/bullets of the [Ice Messenger], Dad used the magical ability [The Blessing of Books] which is very interesting. This is the ability to determine the defense power according to the level of piety, the number of books, and the capacity of the spirit.

How much his own piety to the sages is a question that Jenkins does not want to discuss-but he thinks he is still qualified; the number of books he reads, he is confident that he will never lose most of the benefactors who have experienced digital reading, so he decided to learn This ability.

　　 But there is still a problem. After Jenkins was promoted to the second level, the church knew that he had learned [Astral Perception], so it is theoretically impossible for Jenkins to learn any abilities.

　　 This is the biggest problem right now. Safe, reliable, and cheap ability to obtain channels cannot be used, because I have just been promoted, even if I want to apply for the third-level ability first.

　　 He can only count on the black market or the few gatherings he attended to help him.

　　 The great writer who held 8,000 pounds in cash in his hand was deeply troubled.

　　 When I came home in the evening, I originally planned to spend the night time in the book sent by Miss Mary, but the faint anxiety always entangled Jenkins.

　　 He called out a light spot of ability and tried to activate the unknown way forward, but nothing happened.

　　 The more I read, the more upset I feel. Fortunately, Jenkins put the book aside, sorted out his belongings, and went out with chocolates.

　　 declined the inquiries from the coachman on the street, Jenkins just wanted to take a walk. Although chocolate has always been well-behaved, Jenkins was still worried about it being lost, so he stopped the cat's struggling to jump onto the street.

　　呱~呱~

　　 The black crow flew over his head, Jenkins only heard the sound, and when he raised his head, he was gone.

　　 "When I went out, I met a crow calling..."

　　 He didn't think it was a good sign, he hesitated on the side of the street, and decided to go home first.

　　 Before he moved his foot, there was the voice of police officers talking in the direction he was going back. The voice was getting closer and closer, and he was clearly walking here.

　　 Jenkins has not broken the law tonight, but he is unwilling to say hello to these police officers. There were almost no people in the streets at night, and they would definitely come back to check Jenkins.

　　 Without hesitation, he walked a few steps forward and then went into an alley. The owner of the low house on the side of the alley heard the sound outside and stretched out his head. He saw a man walking hurriedly towards the distance, and immediately closed his door.

　　 Jenkins has never been to this alley. He thought he would be able to return to the big road from the other end soon, but he didn't expect the alley to go deeper and deeper. After a few forks, he had to admit that he had lost his way.

　　 "Chocolate, do you still know the way home?"

　　 Jenkins whispered to the cat in his arms, and the kitten looked at Jenkins blankly.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 An unknown call.

　　 He didn't want to go down in the alley anymore, so he put the cat on the ground, it immediately dashed on a small tree with only branches, and then jumped onto the roof of the house.

　　 did not leave, but looked at Jenkins against the two-color moonlight.

　　 Jenkins immediately understood that the wisdom of his own kitten already knew that he could not leave the owner.

　　 With a little relief, he activated the ability of [Cat's Elegance], and then climbed onto the roof along the trajectory of chocolate just now. Although not as light and agile as a cat, at least it did not disturb the people under the roof.

　　 "No, if someone is seen walking on the roof so late, they will definitely be regarded as a dangerous person!"

　　 Cautious Jenkins thought so.

　　 First hold the chocolate to stop it, and then call out the black robe soaked in spirituality. He carried a small mirror with him, and he could see that the image this time was an ugly young man about the same size as Jenkins. Of course, this is just a disguise on the surface, and the body is still the same.

　　 The cat is well-behaved and leads the way. Jenkins thinks it is taking care of itself, because the cat’s path of action can also be passed by humans.

　　 Although this area is not a slum, there are few huge gaps between houses. Jenkins flipped onto the balcony of someone else's house, kindly pushed the falling flower pot inward, jumped onto the low wall, and almost kicked the parcel under the stone bricks to the ground.

　　 "Huh, parcel?"

　　 Jenkins hesitated for a moment, blinking, without aura.

　　 He jumped over, ignoring that thing.

　　 The cat leading the way was sniffing something cautiously. He looked back at his owner and saw that he hadn't paid attention to his actions, so he let out a lazy cry, scaring away the eager wild cat in the garbage dump.

　　 A mischievous expression appeared on the cat's face. It raised its head and looked into the distance, adjusting its course slightly.

　　While following the chocolate, he looked around for familiar buildings that might exist. The cat stopped suddenly, then rushed into Jenkins' arms, the whole cat was shaking.

"what's happenin?"

　　 Jenkins immediately hugged the cat and lay down, holding his breath. A few seconds later, the faint sound of a man's conversation came along the night breeze.

　　 The speaker's voice is not at the feet, but farther away.

　　 Jenkins looked around, holding the chocolate in his left arm, and rubbed his arm against the roof under him. This is a two-storey duplex white stone building with a triangular spire on the top floor. In addition to the lightning rods and tiles at the highest point of the sloping roof, on the lower eaves, there are also several half-kneeling statues of knights in stone.

　　 hid behind the statue, carefully stretched out his head and looked down, unexpectedly he had come to the side of the road.

　　In the middle of the road, a lush old tree grows suddenly, thick green vines hanging from the canopy that almost covers the entire street, and the fine leaves trembling regularly in the evening breeze. Shaking together, there are many red cloth strips looming in the branches and leaves.

Chapter 186 Chapter 182 Wishing Tree

　　 Just one glance, Jenkins noticed something was wrong. Nolan has absolutely no streets clogged by old trees. As a local, the original owner has never heard that the city hall will occupy the streets to protect the old trees.

　　 An urge to say something rushed into his heart, but he immediately covered his mouth.

　　 "Make a wish~ Tell your true desires!"

　　 The voice of indistinguishable gender came from the bottom of my heart, and the desire to say something was like a claw of chocolate, scratching Jenkins' heart lightly. He blinked, and the whole tree glowed with black aura.

　　 This is not surprising, no matter where the tree grows, or the fact that it is still so strong even in autumn, it can be judged that there is a problem.

　　 Jenkins' hiding position happened to be facing the ancient tree, and the three people in black robes who were speaking stood far away from the canopy covered area.

　　 "No, this is absolutely abnormal. Why did A-01-2-2221 happen to be encountered by us? I never thought I had this kind of luck."

　　 As the man said, he backed away, "You all know what effect the unfortunate tree of wishing has. I will never touch such a thing."

　　 Step by step, he retreated into the darkness that the moonlight could not illuminate, and disappeared. The remaining two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

　　 "Who can explain, what is it?"

　　 Jenkins looked forward to it in his heart, carefully controlling his breathing, but the two below obviously knew what it was, and no one came to explain to each other.

"I need it."

　　 The slightly taller man whispered, "I can compensate you."

　　 "No, I need it too, and I can compensate you too."

　　 said the hoarse woman.

　　 Jenkins thought the voice was familiar, so he took the risk and glanced over there again.

　　 "Let me think about it, this number of light spots and colors, as well as the direction and speed of rotation, is this...Miss Magic?"

　　 High-level gifters have more spirits and are closer to the world, so their perception is very sensitive. Jenkins did not continue to spy, but leaned on the statue to hug the cat and looked at the sloping roof to continue listening to the conversation between the two.

　　 "I have some clues for the "Lingyi Transcript" you have been looking for and the "Lost Document" handwritten by the sage of the tower. And...I can give you a cut of my finger."

　　 The man first makes a price, and he is willing to settle disputes in a more civilized way. Because fighting here is not wise, the Orthodox Church patrol team carrying special items may appear at any time.

　　 But the man’s chips are obviously not enough:

　　 "Special ceremony·The corpse descends."

　　 Her words are simple, but also very effective. The man did not immediately increase the price, but fell into a short silence.

　　 "If this is not enough, I can also send you a message about demons."

　　 There was silence again, and Jenkins looked at the night sky but couldn't hear any sound. He waited for the conversation to begin again, and this wait was ten minutes.

　　 The twitching sound of leaves came from the empty street, and the leaves at the highest point that I could see from the outside light slowly shrank downward.

　　 "Why did the tree disappear?"

　　 Jenkins thought in confusion, and then realized that the transaction was over, and the rest of the conversation between the two was obviously conducted in a more secret manner, so he did not hear it.

　　 was a little disappointed in his heart. The night wind blew on the roof for nearly half an hour, but it was nothing. Jenkins hammered his own leg, and as soon as he thought of getting up, he heard the sound of the night wind being torn apart.

　　 A figure floated from the ground, and then steadily landed on the eaves.

　　 The bestower wearing a black hood took a step forward and crossed a position flush with the statue, and immediately froze-Jenkins was sitting there. Because of the cover of the hood, the two of them at least did not fall into an awkward situation of facing each other.

　　 "Good evening, how did you find me?"

　　 Jenkins stood up holding the stone statue, the chocolate in his arms jumped on his shoulder, and he did not know when he had become a pure white cat.

　　 "No, I didn't find you, I thought you were here waiting for me..."

　　Miss Magic said, she backed away. The six-pointed star pendant hanging outside the black robe was flickering, and the air seemed to be a little more dignified. A blue halo appeared under the woman's feet, and inside the circle were strange words wriggling like a snake.

　　 "Don't be nervous, we actually know each other in Mr. Hood's party."

　　 Jenkins opened his hands and said that he was innocent, but Miss Magic was taken aback and almost activated the pendant on her chest.

"you are......"

　　 She looked at the white cat on Jenkins's shoulder, "Mr. White Cat?"

　　 "No, I am Mr. Candle."

　　 Jenkins called out the mark of the five-pointed star while talking, Miss Magic was obviously relieved, but still on guard.

　　 "Okay, well, your disguise is still so good."