Hathaway whispered again, folded the letter and put it in the pocket of her long dress. She somehow remembered in her heart that she was the one sitting next to Jenkins when she took a family photo yesterday, and her mood suddenly improved a lot. .

　　 turned and left the window, and sat down at the table with Miss Bernrete and Princess Sophia.

　　 The princess is still watching "The Detective Knight Biography", but this time it is the fifth volume. The title page of the book still has the author's signature. This is a gift she got when she visited the writer from Chesland a few hours ago.

　　Miss Burnrett is also reading a book. It is a sheet of music. If it is normal, Hathaway would be willing to express some of her views on that book, but now she is not in this mood.

　　 "Speaking of which, what exactly is that train used for? I have never heard of a ritual that uses a complete train as a ceremonial material. Is this a modern ritual?"

　　Princess Sophia asked again, Miss Bernrete was also very curious, but Hathaway didn’t know, she put her arm on the table to support her beautiful chin:

"Our friend Miss Magic is very powerful. Although her level of gifters is not particularly high, the lady has extraordinary methods in occult, ritual and alchemy. I think that train always There will be a way to work..."

　　 She sighed and reached up to touch the cat on top of her head. Chocolate didn't stop it immediately this time, but waited for her to touch it twice before pushing away the hand with her soft paw.

Chapter 2129 The Fruit Plate of the Four Seasons

"Just now when I saw Miss Magic in St. George's sister, she looked very excited. Mr. Hood told me that Miss Magic found the mysterious stone tablet fragment that Jenkins had not found. After taking a look at it, she made it. Some kind of breakthrough research results. Now the believers of the **** of rituals, along with Mr. Hood, Miss Silver Flute, Mr. Black Cat, and Mr. White Cat, are all busy on St. George’s Street. To be honest, even if they finally let that I was not surprised at all when the train flew."

　　 Hathaway talked about sending that train to St. George Street.

　　 "If the train flies, you must call us to see it together."

　　 Miss Bernrete joked.

Because of the presence of Princess Sophia, the conversation between Hathaway and Miss Burnreit did not involve what happened when Jenkins came back a few hours ago. Hathaway seemed to have guessed something about the **** she believed in, but she thought I asked Jenkins for confirmation, so I didn't ask for help from my cult.

　　 It is ten o'clock in the morning on Sunday, because it is dark outside as late at night, so the time can only be determined by clocks. Hathaway still remembers that Jenkins repeated the chocolate meal time many times before he left, so after calculating when to start lunch, she planned to invite Miss Bernrete and the princess to lunch together.

　　 Everyone else in the family has things to do now, so Hathaway thinks what she has done is the most useless.

　　 was thinking, someone knocked on the door of the room, and then saw the goblin Weinet flying in, carrying a fruit plate that was bigger than her very hard.

　　 This B-01-5-9293 [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Plate] Knows Hathaway, once appeared in Mr. Hood’s party, and was later bought by Mr. Candle, that is, Jenkins. Although this was also a numbered item, because it was useless and too big, Jenkins did not bring the fruit plate into the treacherous place, but left it in the church.

　　Vinette greeted the ladies in the room politely, and then put the fruit plate on the table.

　　 "Why did you bring this here?"

　　 Hathaway was puzzled, but heard the cat yelling above her head, and some panicked little fairies immediately explained:

　　 "It was me who brought it."

　　Vinette pointed to the chocolate with some fear, and the chocolate "meow~" to express her gratitude, and then jumped off from Hathaway's head, Li, around the fruit plate, constantly tapping the edge of the fruit plate with its small paws.

　　 But the cat definitely didn't want to eat fruit, because it only took less than half a minute to take it, and then lost interest, and jumped back to Hathaway's head on her stomach.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Hathaway picked up the fruit plate, but found no abnormalities, and Chocolate did not explain her behavior.

　　 "This fruit plate is a bit familiar."

　　 Princess Sophia suddenly said, she took the fruit plate from Hathaway's hand and looked at it:

　　 "How do you name this thing in the current era?"

　　 "B-01-5-9293 [Mr. Hunter's fruit plate]."

　　 Hathaway replied.

　　 Princess Sophia nodded:

"This method of naming is also correct, but in the time I lived, I usually called it [Fruit Plate of Four Seasons]. This is the creation of the elves. Although the type of fruit can be determined according to the astrology, it is not actually an astrology. It's the season, but the astrology is related to the season, so it is correct to say that it is related to the astrology."

　　 "Then what do the elves do? Is it to entertain guests?"

Miss Burnreit was not quite sure what the "Miss Fabry" in front of her meant by "My Time", but Hathaway had already explained that she could not ask additional questions, and she could not ask "Fabry". "Miss" tell anyone, so Miss Bernrete didn't go into it, she was just curious.

"No, this is not for entertaining guests. No guest is qualified to use this. This is a tray in the temple that is dedicated to the gods. The ancient elves will give some special plants and the best crops of the year to the gods. .

　　 The ancient elves have extremely superb alchemy techniques, and the elves are also very rich...extremely rich, so such things are used as sacrificial trays in the temple. "

　　 Princess Sophia paused, not knowing what happened in the past:

"But in short, although I don’t know why this kind of thing still exists in the current era, maybe it will be useful. After all, Jenkins also has an elf blood...Sorry, I don’t actually understand this. What's the use, but Anastasia must know that when she comes back, you can ask her. Speaking of which, in the name of the great man who is no longer righteous..."

　　 (Fini praying...)

　　 Jenkins lay on the ground, listening quietly to his heartbeat.

　　 The slyland of the last wax museum, although it is also very dangerous, but the environment of the wax museum is relatively comfortable compared to other slyland. The temperature and humidity are suitable, and the smell in the air is barely normal. But when I crossed the light gate and came here, the temperature suddenly dropped to close to zero.

　　 Not only that, there is a special damp and moldy smell in the air, which is somewhat similar to the shadow castle not long ago.

　　 Generally speaking, a similar smell can only be smelled in those old and abandoned buildings.

　　 But obviously not indoors at the moment. Jenkins can feel the piercing wind flow, and can perceive that the surrounding space is definitely not as narrow as a wax museum and a puppet theater.

　　 "Is it the same as the shadowy castle, this time it is a large area of ​​strange land?"

　　 He thought in his heart that he waited until he got over before getting up, and found that his current location was the qi spot on an old town street.

　　 "Huh? Why do I think this is a small town?"

　　 he thought suspiciously.

　　 The street underneath is made of rugged stone slabs, with low houses on either side, no more than three stories high. The styles of the houses are mostly the same. They are all gray stone houses. But there are exception buildings, but although the styles are different, the look of decline is exactly the same.

　　 There is still water dripping on the straw eaves of the building closest to Jenkins, but it does not look like rain.

　　There are patches of red dust like moss on the ground of the run-down street, and there are also suspicious stains on the walls of the buildings.

　　 The reason why Jenkins thinks this is the qi point of the street is because looking behind him, it happens to be a five-way intersection. Standing at the intersection is the tallest building in the area, a bell tower that looks older than the dilapidated streets and graystone houses. The bell tower is low, with only three floors and a towering cross spire.

　　Because he can stand under the tower now, Jenkins can clearly see the style of the tower and the figure waiting for him under the tower.

Chapter 2130: Ancient Town and Dice

There is no light source around 　　, instead, the moss and stains on the ground and wall are shining. The light is not very bright, the big shadows and darkness cover the streets of this small town, making the shabby and weird streets of the small town look even more terrifying.

　　 Jenkins got up and checked his luggage, and made sure that the sword and his backpack were there. He tied the sword to his back again, put his hand in his pocket, and found the fifth round coin as expected.

　　 This round coin is made of topaz, the same size as a sin coin. The front that Jenkins believed was the emblem of the [Uncrowned King], and the back of the gem was a green leaf, which probably represented the spirit.

　　 "What the **** is this for?"

　　 He took the coin back to the spirit.

　　 Although he was playing cards all the way in the last time, he still used the three abilities of [Uncrowned King], [Reading], and [Summon of the Holy Unicorn]. Counting the ones that have already been used in the first four deceptions, Jenkins has actually used almost half of his abilities. He couldn't help but worry about what to do if he reaches the ninth level and there is no one left.

　　 This mood is a bit like in a poker game, worrying in advance that there will be no cards available in the tenth year.

　　 "Forget it, I don't want that much, let's see what happened again this time."

　　 picked up the luggage, turned and walked a few steps across the five-way junction, and came to the true meaning of the tower.

　　 In this position, Jenkins can better observe the nearby area. He originally thought that this treacherous state only included the street where he appeared, and the rest of the area was shrouded in darkness as the background. But when I crossed the intersection, I discovered that the remaining four streets can actually be seen in general, which means that these areas can be explored, and the size of this sixth deception has increased five times.

The size of 　　 is almost the size of a small country town in the material world.

　　 Standing under the tower, although the five streets look similar, they are still very different in details, so it can be inferred that this is not a duplicated mirror image. After looking for a while, no new clues were found, and then he walked to the wooden door under the tower with a backpack. The middle-aged man with a gray-blue hat and blue overalls with full pockets was waiting for Jenkins.

　　 There was a small dirty cloth bag under his feet, which was tied with a red string. The man can't see any mechanical traces on the outside, making Jenkins subconsciously think that this treacherous realm has not been invaded by the differential engine. But he soon discovered that the buttons on the man's clothes, the oil lamp in his hand, and the shovel standing beside him were all familiar with their metal components. They were a unique metal forged by a differential engine.

　　 Maybe the difference engine leaves little power in this paradox, but it definitely exists.

　　 "How do I leave?"

　　 He asked without talking nonsense, and the man immediately answered, his voice was thick and his voice was very powerful:

　　 "Take this clock tower as the qi point, as long as you leave this town, you can see the door."

　　 "This town?"

　　He looked at the five surrounding streets:

　　 "You don't want to say that these five streets are just part of the town, right?"

　　 "Yes, there is an intersection at the end of the street. It is much bigger than you think."

　　 Jenkins took a deep breath, and as a result, things seemed to become more troublesome. Although the area of ​​the treacherous realm is not necessarily proportional to the difficulty, it is difficult for him to come into contact with all the large-scale treacherous realms so far.

　　 "When you act in the town, you have to follow the rules."

　　 the man said.

　　 "What rules?"

　　 "I am the bell-ringer in this town, and I have an obligation to tell you the rules. The most important thing is that you have to move through this."

　　 He lifted the dirty little cloth bag under his feet, untied the rope, took out a dice from it, and showed it to Jenkins. The twenty-sided dice were blood-red, and the size was no different from the normal dice:

"Look clearly at the floor tiles under our feet. Before each action, you need to throw a dice, and then move along the ground slab according to the number. When you encounter an intersection, you can choose the direction at will. Note that you must follow the number of the dice Action, absolutely must not cheat, let alone walk around at will. Here, it is more dangerous than you think. Only by following the instructions of the dice, those dangers will not find you."

　　 "What is the danger here?"

　　 Jenkins looked back at the street behind him:

　　 "The people who live here?"

　　 "You don't need to know this."

　　 He motioned to Jenkins to pick up the dice to check, and then said:

　　 "Every time after you roll the dice, if you follow the numbers and then stop, the side of the slate is the door of a certain house, then you can choose to knock on the door and ask the person inside if you need your help."

　　 "What if there is no door?"

　　 Jenkins can indeed see that some dilapidated houses have no doors at all.

　　 "Then walk in directly."

　　 "Why should I knock on the door, isn't it good to go forward?"

　　 "Knock on the door to have a chance to get a new dice. If you don't get out of town if the dice runs out, I think you can guess the consequences."

　　 The bell-ringer said coldly, and Jenkins nodded to express his understanding. He lowered his head and checked the dice in his hand. It was not metal, stone or even bone, but rather like coagulated blood.

　　 "A dice can only be thrown once, I can give you 10."

　　He also stuffed the bag to Jenkins. There were nine other pieces in the bag:

　　 "If you are not able to leave the town after throwing it away, then stay and find a house where you stopped. Town, you are welcome."

　　 "After knocking on the door, what is the way to get extra dice? I can't rob, right? I'm a dignified gentleman."

　　 "After knocking on the door, the residents of the town may give you some tasks. You can ignore them, move on, or help them. They will give you what you want."

　　 "Some are like monopoly."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, touched his pocket, and took out a blasphemous seed:

　　 "Then do you sell dice?"

　　According to his visual observation of the street length, if bad luck, 10 dice can probably walk out of a street, but the town is obviously not just a street.

　　 "1 of this, for 10 dice."

　　 But Jenkins didn’t exchange the money for the crime. He collected the blasphemy and pointed to the sword behind:

　　 "So is the barter business okay?"

　　 "The sword, 30 pieces, and the cocoon of the sword, 7 pieces (note)."

　　 Of course, Jenkins did not exchange his new weapon. Instead, he used the extra cocoon and other odds and ends in his backpack to exchange a total of 10 dice for the bell-ringer, so he had 20.

　　 Of course he didn't change more because he was stingy, but this treacherous situation had just begun. He wanted to know more details before making plans. After all, the residents of the town also had dice in their hands.

　　 "Speaking of...?"

　　 Jenkins spoke while looking at the tower door behind him. The door was leaning against the door, as if it had been removed from the door frame and leaned against the wall of the clock tower. In this way, it seems that with a cough, the door might crash to the ground.

　　 "Since you are the bell-ringer of the town, do you have more information about the town? Can you sell me some?"

　　 The bell ringer looked at Jenkins and shook his head slowly:

"I don't care about your hostile relationship with the machine that invaded here, but no matter who it is, don't try to spy on the truth of this town. This place is more terrifying than you think. Savior, you shouldn't be here much. It takes a lot of effort. Here...should sleep forever."

　　 "Do you know that I am a savior? Huh? Have you seen a differential engine? Are you not its subordinate or a captive?"