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　　 Mr. Shitte still maintained a sitting posture, and his tone became not flustered at all.

　　 "Do you think I will turn my head?"

　　 The magician laughed.

　　 "Then, goodbye~"

　　 Two smooth arms stretched out on the surface of the mirror hidden in the shadow. They were slow. If the magician turned his head and found out, he would be able to avoid it. But it was a pity that he did not turn his head. The moment his arm touched him, the magician disappeared.

　　 Jenkins looked at the mirror, and there was still a magician in the blurry reflection in the mirror.

　　 "Did you get sucked into the mirror?"

　　 This is the most reasonable guess.

　　 "Don't he think that I have been gathering with people who have encountered evil spirits over the past year, so I am safe and not worried about my own safety?"

　　 Ignoring the six ordinary people huddled together, Mr. Shiite stood up while talking to himself, adjusted his tie with his hands, then bent down and picked up the red flannel from the ground to cover the mirror.

　　 "If I didn't rely on it, how could I do such a dangerous thing?"

　　 He turned around, looked at the six strangers wearing masks, and then bowed slowly:

"I'm really sorry. Inviting everyone to participate in this mutual aid group was really not malicious. But it turned out to be like this, and it was beyond my expectation. I promise that when you kill you, you will never feel pain. ."

　　 While talking, his right hand stretched out behind his waist. Hearing only a bang, Jenkins's gun hit his forehead, and Mr. Siddhartha fell to the ground before he could even leave any last words or make any comments.

　　 is so close that even Jenkins can hit it.

　　 He did not immediately check the situation, but looked at the mirror covered by the red cloth, but the magician did not lift the flannel and appeared. It seems that the death of the holder will not affect the function of the mirror itself, which also saves Jenkins a lot of things.

　　 After the magician was caught by the mirror, he swung the fireball used for lighting and disappeared. Jenkins took the candle and confirmed that Mr. Thinker was really dead, then turned to look at the other five people who dared not move.

　　 "Please don't be afraid..."

　　 They are shaking even more.

　　 Jenkins shook his head, patted the chocolate on his shoulder, and then bent down and picked up the cup prepared by Mr. Thinker on the ground.

　　 After sniffing with his nose and making sure that it was water and not tea, he put the fingers of his right hand into the liquid, and while chanting something in a buzzing, indistinguishable voice, he stirred the liquid with his fingers.

　　 A few minutes later, he walked up to the shaking five people with a water glass, and shot water on them one by one.

"The evil spirits have been dispelled by me. If you are not at ease, then you can often go to church to pray in the past few weeks, and you can often read religious scriptures every night before going to bed. This is harmless. Let's go. Remember to call the police immediately after you go out. "

　　 But no one moved.

　　 Helpless Jenkins raised his gun at them. First, a woman screamed, and then five people rushed out from the side door of the theater. The sound of panic footsteps echoed in the corridor for a long time.

　　 He touched his nose, held the candle and looked at the decorative lamp above his head, and then asked softly:

　　 "Chocolate, can you jump on it?"

　　 "Meow~"

The meaning of 　　 cat is probably too high, at least that's what Jenkins guessed.

　　 He could only walk to the front of the lamp with a chair, then pulled the back of the chair a few times, and violently threw the chair upward.

　　 There was a crackling sound, and the crackling fragments fell from the sky. Jenkins dodged a long time ago and waited until safety was confirmed before re-entering the stage. Only then did he discover that he had forgotten to move the body of Mr. Thinking, his body was now covered with fragments of lamps.

　　 touched his nose, then called out the star ball to look for on a pile of debris, and it didn't take long to find the wooden goblet containing the black liquid.

　　 quilt is not too big, even smaller than the wine glasses commonly used in banquets. The wood grain is clearly visible on the surface of the cup, and even if the cup is poured, no drop of the liquid inside is spilled on the outside.

　　 Chocolate stretched out his head on Jenkins's shoulder and sniffed, his eyes lit up, not knowing what he was thinking about.

　　 "This is mine."

　　 He muttered softly and looked at the mirror again. In fact, he really wanted to take the mirror away, after all, it had the functions of illuminating, exorcising, and confinement at the same time. But this thing is too big, and the unique pattern on its frame like a rune makes it very recognizable, even if it is taken away, it is in danger of being discovered.

　　 "This will be given to the church, but I don't know which one will arrive first...I remember [Night and the Secret Church] is the closest to here."

　　 drew a piece of rope in the void, then tied the mirror and the flannelette firmly together, then turned and left. He believes that it is not a sad thing for the magician to be caught by the Orthodox Church. After all, the church only asked him to register, and the entire circus was level 6 except him, which was too dangerous.

　　 Nolan City does not need so many high-level illegal gifters.

　　 He took the chocolate, carrying the wooden goblet and walked out of the theater from the back door, and then summoned his unicorn behind the pile of building materials, covered himself with smoke and flew into the sky again.

　　 returned to the church smoothly. After a simple wash, Jenkins leaned on the head of the bed, pinched the chocolate waist and placed it on the dark blue striped quilt.

　　 "When did you learn to be invisible?"

　　 He stretched his head and stared at his cat.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The kitten cried softly, then licked his paws, and looked at Jenkins with those extremely beautiful cat eyes.

　　 "Chocolate, you won't betray me, will you?"

　　 He didn't know why he would ask such a question.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat walked a few steps forward on the uneven quilt, and gently rubbed the back of Jenkins's hand with his side face.

Episode 561

　　 The addition is over, thank you readers for their votes and tips. After the change this time, it is estimated that I will have to wait another month or two for the next time. I am working on my graduation thesis. It is going well, and there is plenty of time for codewords.

　　 In a blink of an eye, this book has reached more than one million words, and the collection is slowly and firmly approaching 20,000. I would like to thank you for your support if you can persist to this day.

　　 Don't worry that this book will be an **** (not a flag), I am also willing to finish the story of Jenkins. According to the plan for a volume of savior qualifications, [Twin Devil] [Undead] has been completed, and [Real Phantom] is in progress. There are 9 savior qualifications. Excluding the [World Tree Seedlings] and [Unknown Road Ahead] that I haven’t figured out whether to expand, there should be four volumes to write, so this book is actually only halfway through. . Please continue to look forward to more exciting stories.

　　 Thank you again.

　　 Another: The author's chapter ending function is temporarily closed, and I don't know when I can come out again, so I opened this single chapter. I think everyone should know that there is no charge for chapters below a thousand words.

Chapter 562 Chapter 552 A Boring Day

Nothing else happened this night, but it was probably because a horror story was told before going to bed, so a huge cat actually appeared in the dream. One person and one cat looked at each other for a long time, and then Jenkins woke up. .

　　 opened his eyes, his face was leaning against the black and white tail of the chocolate, and the cat was breathing evenly, and he probably hadn't woken up yet.

　　 "What time is it now?"

　　 He recalled some vague dreams and felt completely drowsy. He touched his pocket watch on the bedside table, worried that he would wake up the chocolate and did not use the lighting, but directly called out the monocle.

　　 The interior is very hot, so holding the cold metal pocket watch in your hand gives you a refreshing pleasure.

　　 "5:40..."

　　 He sighed and opened his arms, letting the hand holding the pocket watch hang down to the side of the bed.

　　 "A new day, Saturday, no arrangement, be careful of the evil **** and son, pay attention to the shadows of others, pay attention to the reaction of the starlight ball..."

　　 He told himself, carefully turned his body and looked at the window, the quilt was wrapped around him. The heavy curtains were pulled up before going to bed, but there was still a gap.

　　 Can't see the sun, after all, it's not dawn yet. He covered his slightly tired face with his hand, rubbed it a few times, then took his hand away and forced himself to show an exaggerated smile:

"everything will get better."

　　 Today is another foggy weather. The air protection law is getting closer and closer, and the wanton emissions from factories around the city are getting worse.

　　 Although the Mr. Clark from the mysterious organization [Tree House] disappeared after the [Undead] incident, Jenkins always suspected that the [Child of the Mist] project was not completely over.

　　 He knows very little about this plan, but he can be sure that it has nothing to do with the savior seat. But even if no one wants to use the choking fog to do anything, the combination of the bad environment, the grievances of citizens and workers and the accident-prone Nolan City, no one can guarantee what will happen.

　　 I heard something new from the old man in the morning, and news came from Bel Dylan. They finally determined the identity of the corpse python [the gray death snake Luxus] that Jenkins repelled during the trip.

　　 The church contacted the cult of the false **** [Mother of the Spirit Snake] active in the southern part of the mainland-it was this great deity who sealed the snake and learned the origin of Luxos from the cult.

"It's... I mean, it's a descendant of Ouroboros-Self De Servo? Sorry, daddy, I just know the name. After all, the pattern of the Ouroboros is in the occult. , But very important."

　　 He almost missed his mouth. The last time he left that strange world with the elves and Mr. Black Cat, he was the descendant of ouroboros, and the two-headed snake Helphath "generously" provided the travel expenses.

　　 "This is a very dangerous creature. You were lucky to be able to repel it head-on."

　　 Dad did not hesitate to praise Jenkins.

　　 "Excuse me, what is the origin of ouroboros? I can't find this in any books."

　　 He hoped that Dad could explain the phrase [Beast of Calamity], but Dad said that he did not know it.

　　 Jenkins doesn't know whether this is true, but he understands that since the old man said so, he should not get any information from him.

　　 "Maybe you can ask the professor or Miss Miller."

　　 Now that he talked about ouroboros, he inevitably thought of the golden ring in his hand. The ring looks like a small snake biting its own tail. Ouroboros also has the meaning of "greed", so it is often associated with wealth. This proves from the side that the role of the golden ring is to gather wealth.

　　 "But what exactly is the beast of calamity?"

　　 Today is another day when business is sluggish. Even until Jenkins finished his work in the evening, the antique shop did not make even a single business.

　　 Saying goodbye to the old man, Jenkins plans to go to the black market to purchase some materials. When passing by the pig's head bar, he first fetched scattered letters to Miss Fabry from the bartender.

　　 But those letters were not all sent by investors who were eager to make a fortune. One of them came from Turin, the capital of the Kingdom of Chessland. Mr. Black Cat, who went to a foreign country, finally found a foothold.

　　 He used a kind of letter paper that is hard to find in Nolan City, with a faint smell of mud and dew, and the price must be very expensive. In fact, Jenkins has long known that Mr. Black Cat is a very wealthy gentleman. After all, he left Nolan City for safety and bought all the recent tickets, but he doesn't know what his source of income is.

　　 He soothed the cat who was irritated by the bad smell of the tavern. After ordering a drink, he sat at the round wooden table in the corner, and then unfolded the letter paper.

　　 Mr. Black Cat sent a letter, in addition to telling Jenkins that he is doing well and leaving a mailing address, he also hopes that Jenkins can help him solve some things that he hadn't dealt with before leaving Nolan in a hurry.

　　Of course, as a friend, Mr. Black Cat would not ask Jenkins to do something plainly. He was very generous in his letter. Jenkins saw that it was not difficult and planned to deal with it in the near future.

　　 "However, the Kingdom of Cheslan... Turin."

　　 He pondered for a moment, still remembering that Mr. Corpse accepted a manor near Turin as a reward when he promised to help a certain lady. He thought of investigating the background of Mr. Corpse by investigating the manor, but he had no friends in Turin.

　　 "No, this is too dangerous."

　　 But he still rejected the idea of ​​entrusting Mr. Black Cat. The mysterious Mr. Corpse gave him a really bad feeling. There is no need for him to put a rare friend in a dangerous situation for his own curiosity.

　　 As previously thought, prices on the black market are still rising, and they have risen to a level that makes Jenkins a headache.

　　 He has a lot of savings now, and the realisation of Viscount Augustus’s estate has reached the final stage, but even so, it is very heartbreaking to spend three times the usual price to acquire materials.

　　When he was in Roen, he also talked about the local black market from Miss Miller and Miss Stuart. Although Ruen's prices were also affected by the rumors of the end of the era, they were not exaggerated to such a degree.

　　 This time, he really had the idea of ​​smuggling some materials between the two places, but his shame made the idea die again.

When 　　 was about to leave the black market, he passed by Mr. Hood in a black robe. Jenkins wondered in his heart as he walked forward, and suddenly stopped him, but for the sake of Mr. Hood's heart, he just thought about it.

Chapter 563 Chapter 553 Wine Glass and Potions

　　Because I lost some time in the black market, I almost missed dinner when I returned to the church. Fortunately, Bishop Parrod had ordered the kitchen to reserve a portion for Jenkins and chocolate, otherwise one person and one cat would be hungry.

　　 left the Orb of Life and the metal block to the chocolate, and let it play in the room by itself, while Jenkins went to apply for permission to use the secret trace library.

　　 On the second floor of the library, I didn’t find B-03-2-8383, the details of the hidden fear glass. After searching for nearly an hour, I realized that there might be there in the library on the first floor.

　　 Sure enough, although the dangerous level of this item is quite high, considering its actual function, the information is still stored on the first floor, which is open to most scribes.

　　 B-03-2-8383, the hidden terror glass, the original source cannot be verified, but according to the records of the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods, even in the oldest history, there is a looming shadow of this object.

　　 There is a theory that this wooden goblet, whose materials cannot be ascertained, was made by the Fifth Age, a powerful alien that can manipulate biological emotions, but in fact this claim cannot be proved by any valid evidence.

　　 The biggest function of this wine glass is to transform the fear of creatures into a spirit that can be easily absorbed, which is the half glass of liquid that Jenkins sees in the wine glass.

　　 The efficiency of this transformation is very low, but because it is a passive effect, in fact, this transformation has been going on all the time, which is equivalent to giving the holder an extra way to absorb spirits.

　　 In the records of a large number of users, someone once acquired the ability of [Fear Aura] [Frightening Eyes] because of ingesting this not very pure spirit. But this kind of spirit transformed from fear cannot be taken too much at once, otherwise it is very likely that it will be affected by the [fear] that is not completely purified in the spirit, thereby permanently changing its own personality.

　　 Another function of B-03-2-8383 is the constant fear on it. The user needs to invert the wine glass and consume the spirit stored in the wine glass, then multiple targets at close range can be plunged into great fear. This method of use does not consume the liquid in the wine glass fast, but the spirit that can be quoted is extremely precious, so even just a drop is heartbreaking.

　　 As for its hazard level is set to 2, it is because of long-term skin contact with this item, there will be a very small probability of contact with the terrible alien-the abyssal person in the dream.

　　 In addition to absorbing and creating fear, this alien species also has the ability to move through dreams. In other words, long-term contact with the wine glass may cause serious consequences for the abyssalists to return to the material world.

　　 But Jenkins didn't worry at all. After all, he only touches this item when he uses it, and he also has the ability to control dreams. Even in the worst case, it may not be him who loses.

　　 It was close to eight o'clock when he left the library, and he had just returned to the ground from the underground stone steps, and he saw Old Jack walking towards this side.

　　 When I met him last time, the summer was not completely over. I haven't seen him for a few months, and he still looks like Jenkins remembers. He wore a brown waistcoat over his shirt, a golden watch on his wrist, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes with round heads on his feet.