Dominate the Treacherous Realm

"The tomb we explored has been visited by more than one group of people, and it was difficult to go deep because of the collapse. We didn't gain anything, but when digging the collapse, we accidentally discovered that there were many people buried in the tomb. The old tomb thieves...the explorers have infighting, you know, this is not uncommon. I got the ring when I was digging, and it was probably left in the tomb by the ancient explorers. Object. When we found it, it almost merged with the soil on the ground. Although we don’t know the exact time when it was left in the tomb, it should have been nearly a hundred years old."

　　 These words are true, and there is no reminder to trigger [the priesthood of lies]. Jenkins thought about it, then asked:

　　 "Where is the address of the ancient tomb?"

"In Yorktown, that is the town where the remains of the dragon appeared. As the earthquake appeared, not only the huge ruins, but also some scattered ancient buildings and ancient tombs also appeared on the ground. My friends and I Only one of them is explored..."

　　 She raised her head and looked at Jenkins regretfully:

"When we left, we accidentally triggered the defense mechanism of the tomb. Instead of killing us, those ancient gear mechanisms did not kill us, but caused the entire tomb to collapse more completely. Mr. Candle, I can tell. Your specific address, but I don’t think you can find any valuable traces."

　　 This is also the truth, so Jenkins can only feel sad about it. The ring that the old man bought was also brought by the tomb robber from the ancient tombs around Yorktown. It is very likely that it has a similar origin to the one made by Miss Silver Flute.

　　 "So what do you think of that ring?"

　　 Jenkins is unwilling to give up this clue.

　　 "Antiques, valuables, ordinary items...The last owner was a male, over 1,000 years old."

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins unexpectedly raised his head and looked at her.

　　 "One of my friends has a special ability, similar to a psychic, able to go back to history by touching objects."

　　 There is a lie.

　　 "This is a very dangerous ability. After all, not all items are safe in history...your friend?"

"Yes, my friend."

　　 Miss Yindi nodded with certainty, and Jenkins therefore determined that the content of the lie was not the function of the ability, but the owner of the ability.

"Friends in the middle of nowhere, forget it, it has nothing to do with me. But it is very interesting if you are over 1,000 years old. Is it a short-lived species that uses rituals to extend life or is it a long-lived species? But it will go to the tomb. ...Maybe it's just another person's interest."

　　 Jenkins' thinking keeps diverging. Although he has not received very directional information, he at least understands that there must be a considerable secret behind those rings that shouldn't exist.

　　 It happened that he was fine today, so he wanted to continue to explore the secret behind the ring.

　　 It’s good to wait for the news from the old daddy to bring the church, but Jenkins can still go to the old elf’s friends to ask about the situation.

　　 bid farewell to Miss Yindi, and repeatedly promised that she would never disturb her life, and then left the restaurant in the worried eyes of the woman.

　　 While Jenkins was talking with Miss Silver Flute, Chocolate had already finished his lunch, so naturally there would be no objection to Jenkins running around.

　　 You don’t need it to walk by yourself anyway.

　　 In order to avoid the cultists of [The Whip of the Dead], the old elves now live in high-end rental apartments near the Church of the Sages. Because Jenkins was worried that he would be seen by his father, he still came here in disguise.

　　The closer you get to the city center, the more you feel that there are more police officers patrolling the street. Occasionally, you can see the gifters of the disguised church walking around, I think this is still part of the city's large search.

　　 When Jenkins pretended to be a pedestrian, turning into another street at the fire hydrant, he just passed by four men in a hurry. He pretended that nothing happened and continued to move forward, looking back when he was sure that no one was looking at him.

　　 Those four people are from the [Church of Creation and Machinery]. Three of them have been seen by Jenkins. They have been tracking the gift of the clock in Nolan. The other is a brand new face. His memory of human faces is not outstanding, but his memory of the light spots of the gifter's abilities is quite good.

　　 "Is that the son of the righteous **** [Wonderful Craftsman] as Captain Bincy said, but why don't you take the carriage in such a hurry?"

　　 The status of the Son in religion is exceptionally high. Except for the Son who is still concealed in the growth period like Jenkins, the general travel style of the Son can be compared to the Pope or the King.

"Why haven't he left Nolan? He will continue to investigate the clock here? No, it is a trivial matter for the Son. [Church of Creation and Machinery] will not arrange the Son to be stationed in Nolan for this kind of thing.. .... What is he here for?"

　　 If I don’t understand, I don’t want to, anyway, if I have the opportunity to ask Miss Bevana, I will get the answer. Jenkins gave up thinking about this for a while and looked up at the window of the apartment where the old elf Bruce Lacress Siamold was renting.

　　 Fortunately, he is at home and in the kitchen (the building structure where the kitchen and the dining room are combined). He wanted to come for lunch.

　　 knocked on the door of the apartment and saw the old elf smoothly. He obviously had a way to find out who he was in the form of Jenkins' disguise. This seemed to be related to the blood of the elf.

　　 The old elf politely invited Jenkins to have lunch, but Jenkins refused on the pretext that he had eaten it.

　　 "You actually eat meat?"

　　 Seeing the wizard’s lunch, Jenkins said in surprise.

　　 "Do you also believe those human assumptions about elves recipes, that elves are pure vegetarians and never use metal products?"

　　 asked the old elf with a smile.

"It is too exaggerated to not use metal products. If it is true, it can only show that the elves have hereditary symptoms of metal allergy... But I always think that elves rarely eat meat, even if they eat, it will not be. ......"

　　 He pointed to the steak, six mature.

"The recipes of elves and humans are basically the same, but we can use fruit as a staple food, and there will be less meat... But basically there is no difference. The statements in the stories and the legends are mostly wrong. And ridiculous remarks."

Chapter 1131 The first thousand and twelfth chapter memories (2/10)

　　 Before Jenkins could talk about the reason for his visit, the old elf took the initiative to say that he had found the Thousand-Year Wood Heart that Jenkins needed to configure the potion.

Although the elf was unwilling to explain the effect of the potion for Jenkins, he continued to encourage Jenkins to dispense the potion on the next full moon night, and he also kept hinting that after taking the potion, Jenkins might be able to get him. The answer I've been seeking.

　　 "Do you think I'm like the kind of person who can take medicines that don't work? Only crazy people can do such dangerous things."

　　 Jenkins was not angry, and said cheerfully while sitting on the sofa using [Life Source] to revive the dying flower in the apartment.

　　 Seeing the dead plant blooming directly in Jenkins's hands, the elf's eyes flickered, resisting the urge to salute in the past, still standing in the kitchen pretending to be casually preparing tea sets, and continuing to chat with Jenkins:

"But you have gathered all the ingredients for that potion. I don't believe it. You can resist curiosity and don't configure it. Young people, even among pure blood elves, my age is It can be called a rare advanced age. My years of life are beyond your imagination. I can tell at a glance what kind of person you are... Speaking of where did you get the unicorn hair I remember that all the unicorns in the material world should have been taken away. What your potion needs is active hair. The one that has been treasured for thousands of years is useless."

　　 "Ang~"

　　 In the sound of broken glass, the space wall in front of Jenkins cracked and then shattered. The screaming unicorn raised its head and came to the material world. The noble unicorn and pure white hair seemed to have the magic power to illuminate the dark room.

　　 "Oh, flowers~"

　　 The old elf whispered and didn't ask any more questions.

　　 The thousand-year wood heart he found for Jenkins is the more common cypress wood heart. Although common but relatively speaking, this material can be a treasure in the hands of any benefactor.

　　 The old elf didn't ask Jenkins to pay. Although Jenkins didn't want to take advantage of him, he didn't say anything in the end, thinking about finding a good opportunity to repay him.

　　 The elf repeatedly asked Jenkins about his plan to deploy the potion and the steps he had already completed, and ended the topic after he was sure that there were no errors. He seems quite certain that Jenkins will deploy the potion, of course, this idea is not wrong.

　　 The unicorn that was called was unwilling to go back immediately, and the old elf Siam Nord didn't seem to care that it stayed in the house. On the contrary, Mr. Siam Nord liked this little beast very much, and brought it a lot of fresh fruit, even more than chocolate.

　　 But fortunately, I just had lunch in Chocolate, and now I am enjoying a good nap time, so the elves are not out of luck because of this action.

　　 "Jenkins, why did you come to visit me? I think you should know that there are some questions you are destined to not get answers to me."

　　 asked the old elf as he sat down and wiped his hands with a towel.

　　 "No, not for those problems, but for this."

　　 He passed the picture of the ring to the old elf, who did not know about the royal family of the ancient empire that had been punished by God. After all, the alien species had already migrated outside the material world at that time, and it was this era that the old elves came to the material world.

Siam Nord was watching the photos while listening to Jenkins explaining the relationship between the ring and the Carmel family. When he heard the lovebird’s wooden comb and the horrible love curse, he showed shock and questioning expressions as Jenkins expected. ; And when finally got the origin of the ring, he showed surprise and panic again.

"Something that should have been punished and destroyed by the gods actually appeared? Jenkins, I don’t know what humans of your time would think about this, but in the past classics I read, if ancient humans encountered such a thing, But it is necessary to apologize to the gods by means of blood sacrifices."

　　 The old elf said this, and looked down at the photo again, focusing on the part of the inner circle that was enlarged by Jenkins's writing.

　　 "This is not the barbaric era anymore, and the gods can speak very well...at least the sage is like that."

　　 "That's because of your special status."

　　 The old elf muttered.

　　 "Special status? What is my special status?"

　　 Jenkins frowned and asked, he was indeed favored by the sage because of his special status, but the problem is that the old elf Siam Nord shouldn’t know this.

　　 "I didn't say anything."

　　 The latter replied vaguely, and immediately found an idea to distract him before Jenkins asked again:

"Since you said that my friend Old Ryan Sam also had such a ring, I suddenly remembered that I did see him wearing the same ring a few decades ago. But time has passed for a while, I am not sure... ..."

　　 The elf was thinking, and then motioned to Jenkins to wait. He stood up and walked to his bedroom, and soon returned with a wooden box the size of a washbasin.

　　 Jenkins helped him put the wooden box on the coffee table. After opening it was a closed music box. The whole body of the music box is silvery white, and the surface is decorated with rubies and sapphires. The silver thread depicts the appearance of flourishing vines at the seams of the lid, making this music box look more noble.

　　 is different from ordinary music boxes in that in addition to the lid used to open the box, there is also a small drawer on the side of the box. The drawer was now half-opened, at least in Jenkins's opinion, there was nothing in it.

"B-03-5-2996 [Reminiscence Music Box], a Class B superb special designed to accurately read memories. I have never used it since I bought it 69 years ago. I wanted to use it to remember my hometown and childhood before I died. , Now it seems that it will be released for a few more years... Let’s not talk about this, we can use it to read a certain piece of my memory, and more intuitively judge whether Ryan Sam was there 30 years ago Hold a ring that shouldn't exist."

　　 "Read the memory? Why isn't it a stone basin with runes and symbols?"

　　 Jenkins said in his heart what only he could understand, and then watched the old elf pull out the drawer on the music box completely, then put his right index finger on the top of the empty drawer, and closed his eyes with the fine needle in his left hand.

　　 The elf frowned as if recalling hard memories. It took a long time to pierce his finger with his eyes closed, and the red blood drops immediately fell, and after accurately entering the small drawer, it turned into a green liquid.

Chapter 1132 Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Years Ago (Part 1) (3/10)

"The biggest disadvantage of this item that can read memory is that it requires the user to actively and voluntarily use it. It seems to be able to directly determine whether the user is being forced or induced. So its value has changed from an item that can be interrogated to an item that can be interrogated. It’s a toy that can only watch memories."

　　As he closed the drawer while talking, Jenkins immediately observed that the already strong blue aura became more dazzling.

　　 "1, 2, 3!"

　　 The old elf counted three aloud, and when he noticed that Jenkins, the unicorn and the cat were all ready, he suddenly opened the lid of the music box.

　　嘭~

　　 A small metal tree stood up, and then the music box made a pleasant music. The voice was melodious and beautiful, like a jade bead rolling down, making people unbearable to distract attention.

　　 The wind suddenly appeared in the enclosed room. In the soft music, the clouds and mist swept by the wind quickly drowned all objects except elves, Jenkins, cats, and unicorns. And when the clouds dissipated, although the music still rang in my ears, the high-end apartment and the music box were gone.

　　 Although the vision in front of her eyes has been restored, it is still blurred as if she was covered in a layer of fog. This is a bit like Nolan's daily morning, the morning fog covers everything, but it is not very obstructive.

　　 Jenkins looked at the old elf. He didn't expect that instead of speaking, he raised his fingers and made a silent motion, and then his eyes looked forward.

　　 "What do you mean? Can people in memory still hear our voices?"

　　 Jenkins thought in surprise, and then began to observe the surrounding environment.

　　 This is a warm study room, the flame in the fireplace is like an elf, happily beating on the stacked burning wood. Outside the window where a pot of cactus was placed was the dark night, and heavy snow like goose feathers fell from the sky to the city and put on winter clothes.

　　 It’s just that the night here is not bothered by the thick fog. I want to come to this era in the memory of the old elves. The steam industry has not yet reached the point where the sins of humans can pollute the world.

The only "person" in the room is Siam Nord, the elf sitting at the desk and reading. He looks almost the same 30 years ago and 30 years later. He insists on the difference. In addition to his hairstyle, he is still Siam who has been treated by Jenkins. Nord looks younger in everything.

　　The owner of the study didn't care about the impolite guests in the room. He couldn't see these strange visitors when he wanted to come.

　　 ""Black Pine Growing Guide (Full Version."

　　 Jenkins read the title of the book in the hands of the old elf in his memory, feeling that he was not surprised that the old man would read this kind of book in a tidy study with serious face.

　　咚咚咚~

　　 There was a knock on the door, and then the people outside the door directly opened the door and walked in. It seemed that the knock was just to let the people inside know that someone was coming. The person who walked in was naturally the old elf’s friend Harama Ryansam. Compared with this one thirty years ago, he visited him for the old elf’s will thirty years later, and nothing happened because of the years. Variety.

　　 "I remember Mr. Siam Nord said that although Mr. Ryan Sam is a human, he has a very special blood. Is he also a long-lived species... well, a long-lived species? Could it be that..."

　　 "Siam Nord, the lease of the house is coming. If you don't pay your rent, we can only move to the ruined house in the country."

　　The old man who walked in said rudely. Jenkins noticed that he was wearing a pair of flat glasses, which were very expensive decorations thirty years ago when the steam industry was still underdeveloped.

　　 "It's not bad there too, I like the scenery of the countryside very much."

　　 The elf reading the book casually answered his friend's words, and then twisted his slender fingers to turn the book to the next page. He read it with gusto.

　　 "But you have to know that the house in the country belongs to me! Oh, Siam Nord, what are you going to save money for? Why don't you participate in our plan?"

　　 The grumpy old man yelled like this, because the facial expression was too big and his eyes slipped slightly from the bridge of his nose, Mr. Lensam subconsciously stretched out his right **** to push it, so the ring on the finger clearly appeared in front of Jenkins.

　　 "It's the ring! No, it's not right, although it is very similar, it does not belong to any of the few I saw!"

In the music of the music box, the two people who were slightly vague in their memories were still arguing. Jenkins bent over and observed the ring on the old man’s naturally hanging fingers in an indecent posture, and further confirmed that he did not see the ring. Yes, but it should be one of the ten rings that the old man said.

　　 He didn't know how to express this opinion, so he could only shook his head at the old elf. The latter didn't know how to understand this movement, and with a light wave of his right hand, the continuous music in his ear immediately changed. The original cheerful music was full of ethereal and strange feelings.

　　 Thick fog flooded from all directions and flooded the small study room, and the quarrel between the two friends disappeared a little bit.

　　 When the dense fog dispersed again, the second memory began. The moon hung high in the sky, surrounded by tombstones. Jenkins has been here, this is a public cemetery in the suburbs of Nolan, and the whole family of Williams visited here at the end of the year.

　　 Jenkins, unicorns, cats and elves stand among the clusters of tombstones. Standing on the path between the cemeteries facing each other is the old elves and his friends. The protagonist remains the same, but the season seems to have turned into a midsummer night.

　　 The two moons looking up at the sky, they are also blurred in the memory of the world.

　　 "Ryan Sam, I warned you, don't be greedy! Don't be greedy!"

　　 The old elf who wrapped his body in his coat shouted loudly. His voice spread far in this quiet night, and it frightened the crow standing on the branch in the distance. The crow flapped its wings and flew over Jenkins' head, and flew towards the blurred horizon in the distance.