Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Who are you and what are you here for? I am a dying person, but I don't have money, and I don't have any commendable abilities or rituals."

　　 The old man coughed again. Although he remained vigilant, he knew that he could not drive away this strange intruder.

　　 "You are not a human being."

　　 Jenkins said, and then he grabbed the old man's dodge arm.

"Yes, yes, I am indeed not a human being, ahem, I am a dying old elf. Young man, what are you here for? I don't have anything here. If you want to rob, you find the wrong person. "

　　 He confessed his identity at once and wanted to take his hand out of Jenkins's hands, but he couldn't do it.

　　 "I want to ask you some questions, I think you should be able to give me the answer."

　　 Jenkins was overjoyed when he heard that the old man called himself a wizard. Careful observation can indeed see the traces of the disguise ritual on the old man's body. The disguise of this human face is very clever, but it is not impossible to see through.

"Elf? That's the case. I know that I can find the follow-up clues of the fruit plate so smoothly. It can't be such a coincidence. It turns out that it is really an elves. The fruit plate is also related to the elves. This body is also related to the elves. This is blood. Is it the guide? No matter what it is, it's the right time this time!"

　　 He thought about it in his heart, and looked at the old elf's eyes again.

"what is the problem?"

　　The old man on the hospital bed asked, seeing Jenkins looking at him, he took the initiative to revoke his disguise. He is indeed an elf, even if he has reached the end of his life, his wrinkled face is still so handsome, and his wrinkled ears are also pointed.

　　 That face is enough for him to be called an old gentleman full of charm. It would be better if he wasn't wearing rumpled pajamas.

　　 Jenkins has seen elves in the fake world of treacherous things, and is very fond of such creatures. Seeing that the old man was still coughing, he took the old man's hand and used Life Essence to heal it.

　　 The old elves have no disease, but their natural life span is coming to an end. Jenkins could not prevent his death, but it was no problem to help him live for a few years.

　　PS: The reason for the clues to the fruit plate can be found in all kinds of coincidences—elves.

　　 There is one more at noon.

Chapter 1067 The Secret of the Fruit Plate

　　 "Thank you."

　　 In the old apartment room, feeling the flow of the familiar spirit of life, the old elf on the bed breathed a sigh of relief. But he was stunned for a moment, as if he felt something incredible. The left hand that was not grasped by Jenkins lifted up and rubbed his eyes, then stretched his body forward towards Jenkins, squinting his eyes to observe his face.

　　 Jenkins is now in a disguised state in black robe, the old elf shouldn't have seen any truth. But he found that the eyes of the elf were abnormal emerald green, like magic eyes. As the old Bruce finally saw Jenkins's face, he let out a horrified cry:

　　 "Oh, the world tree~"

　　 The elf shouted in horror. I don't know if Jenkins' treatment had an effect. He broke free of Jenkins' arm and shrank to the other side of the bed.

　　 The sigh is almost the same as when humans yell "My God~" when they are surprised, Jenkins didn't doubt it.

"Is there a problem?"

　　 Jenkins looked at him and then at his hands, and the doubts about his race resurfaced in his heart.

　　 "No problem, no problem at all!"

　　 Old Bruce's head shook like a rattle, he didn't even look at Jenkins' eyes. Even without a lie, Jenkins knew that he was lying.

　　 "I have never seen you before, and you can't know what I mean from the way I am now."

　　 He raised his right hand, and the green air swayed in the air like a flickering candle.

　　 "Do you know this?"

"I do not recognize!"

　　 After speaking, the old man covered his mouth. He also made it clear that it was wrong and not right.

　　 "It seems that you know each other."

　　 Jenkins pondered for a moment, and gently stroked the cat with wide-eyed eyes.

　　This kind of silent attitude made the old elf feel more pressure. He was only skeptical. Now, after carefully feeling the spirit of life of the young man in front of him, he has fully confirmed his guess.

　　 "Oh, master, this is..."

　　 He originally thought that he would never be able to return to his hometown, and that he would die alone in the material world. Unexpectedly, fate was playing a joke, but at this moment the old Bruce would rather die silently than get involved in such things. He has lived for a long time, and he knows what Jenkins' appearance means.

　　 "Am I an elf?"

　　 After the silence, Jenkins asked abruptly, but the old elf on the bed didn't say a word or even made any movements. He was quite cautious, more cautious than Jenkins thought.

　　 "Since you don't answer, it means that I really have a relationship with the elves. It's interesting, it really is like this~"

　　 Jenkins fell into deep thought again, thinking about all the things he had been in this world for half a year. The old elf's face paled in shock, and he didn't want to participate in any destiny.

"What the **** are you here for? Oh, young man, let me lie in bed quietly and wait for the messenger of death to take me away? I just left my hometown by accident and can only kill a poor elf from another country. "

　　 He desperately wants to drive Jenkins away, but Jenkins does not want to leave at all. He rarely has the opportunity to encounter this kind of alien that can communicate for a long time and is lawful and kind.

　　 "The messenger of death? Then, is the righteous **** [the end of death] or the master [the ancient death god] who is responsible for the soul belonging to the material world?"

　　 Jenkins asked a more sensitive question.

　　 The old elf's face turned paler, and he directly covered his mouth with his hand to show Jenkins that he would never speak again.

　　 After this, Jenkins asked a few more questions, but the old elf was unwilling to answer. He looked terrified, as if there was a plague on Jenkins, Jenkins didn't understand the reason for this strange attitude.

"Even if I have the blood of the elves, he shouldn’t be afraid of me. We can barely be regarded as the same clan. Is it true that pure blood elves discriminate against half-elves? But Mr. Salimanda in the fake world of treacherous things is quite for me. friendly."

　　 After thinking for a while, seeing the old elf Bruce's resolute attitude, Jenkins wanted to solve the original purpose of the day first.

　　 He reached into his pocket, took out the picture of the fruit plate and handed it to the old man on the bed, motioning him to take a look:

　　 "This originally belonged to you, right?"

　　 "Yes. Oh! So you found me because of this!"

　　 The old man's face was full of regrets, "I should have moved after that stolen. Damn it."

　　 "Your fruit plate was stolen, and I bought it after several twists and turns. If you want to take it back, I can return it to you, but I want to know what it is."

　　 Jenkins said calmly.

"No, you don’t need to return it to me, just leave it with you... It’s a long time ago, yes, before the elves quit the material world, use the bark of the world tree and some elemental essences and fruits of all things. It is made of nuclear mill powder and other messy things. I was not born at that time, but I also know that there are some unrepeatable processes in the manufacture of this item. In short, it can produce any fruit that has ever appeared in the material world. I I found it at a flea market 12 years ago and bought it because it was a creation of elves."

　　 "Any fruit? You mean, the fruit from this compote is not limited to ordinary fruit?"

　　 Jenkins asked, chocolate ears shaking. Although it can forcibly activate the additional functions of the fruit tray, it would be better if there is a more labor-saving method.

"No limit to ordinary fruits, but if you want to obtain fruits with extraordinary power, you need to choose the right time to arrange the ceremony according to the nature of the moon phase, weather and your own spirit. Of course, if you are lucky enough, you can get it without being so complicated. Extraordinary fruit, but the probability is like your cat can talk. If you want to know specific information..."

　　 The old elf reached out his hand to the desk opposite the bed:

"On the left, in the second drawer from the top, there is a white-skinned notebook inside. It turns to page 34. After that, the dozen or so pages are descriptions of the fruit plate. I was going to burn it before I died. , Since you are interested, just take it and see."

　　 Jenkins looked back at the desk, then nodded, put the cat next to the bed and then stood up to fetch the notebook.

　　 While Jenkins turned around, the old elf shrank into the quilt again. The action of pulling the quilt caused the cat on the bed to be moved. It was a little unhappy, so he said unceremoniously "meow~" at the old elf.

　　 Before the dim-eyed elf could observe the bold cat, Jenkins had returned with his notebook.

　　 "Be good, don't bark, respect the old man."

　　 He touched his cat and said, the cat responded softly, and then lay on Jenkins' lap honestly, staring at the notebook with big amber eyes.

Chapter 1068 Chapter One thousand and fifty

　　 "Mr. Bruce..."

　　 "My name is Bruce Laccles Siam Nord (Siannodel, meaning "Moon Creek"), you can call me Mr. Siam Nord."

　　 The old elf finally said his name. Unfortunately, Jenkins is not sensitive to the elves’ surnames, otherwise he would be able to infer his identity from his surnames.

"Well, Mr. Siam Nord, thank you very much for your help, but I still want to know about my identity. My parents and brothers are all ordinary people, and apart from being healthier than ordinary people, there is nothing special about me. I am I have been suspicious of my family’s ancestry, so I want to get answers from you."

　　 Jenkins was already a lot more polite when he spoke, not at all impolite like when he broke into here just now. But when the old elf heard this question, he immediately covered his mouth again and showed Jenkins his determination that he would never give an answer.

　　 "I know that some things are not ignorant but can't be said. You just need to give me some hints..."

　　 "Oh, damn, who is it?"

　　 The soundproofing here is not good, even in the bedroom you can clearly hear the knock on the door downstairs again. Jenkins's words were interrupted, and then both of them heard the landlord’s impatient voice:

　　 "Looking for old Bruce again? Oh, god, how many people are still looking for him today?"

　　 Although she said that, she apparently put the visitor in the door, and Jenkins heard the sound of going upstairs.

　　 "That was my friend who came to visit me today. We made an appointment. He will help me execute my will. When you knocked on the door downstairs just now, the landlord’s wife thought you were him, so I let you go upstairs."

"Your friend?"

　　 Jenkins glanced back and found that the person who came was a gifter. And this gifter had seen him twice, once at the gathering of Mr. Corpse, and once when he was visiting the shop last night. The old man sold the ring in the antique shop that looked the same as Miss Bailing from the tomb raider.

　　 "Yes, I have known him for many years, and we are friends. For the sake of God, young people, my friends have nothing to do with our affairs, please don't involve him."

　　Old Bruce pleaded.

　　 "I understand, but when he opens the door dozens of seconds later, you must introduce him to my identity, the proper identity."

　　 Jenkins replied, and then walked out of the bedroom with the cat to open the door. Sure enough, it was the old man who came to the antique shop to sell the ring that night last week, who was about to knock on the door while taking off his hat.

　　 He was surprised by the strange young man who opened the door. After walking into the bedroom, he learned from the old Bruce that this was the child of his old friend. Recently, he came to Nolan for errands and wanted to see him.

　　 "Look, it's such a coincidence, I'm going to die, and the children of old friends come to see me."

　　 The old elf said with a bitter face.

　　 "This is your luck, Siam Nord, I think your destiny is in your favor, how lucky it is!"

　　 The old man said with a smile, and politely asked Jenkins if he could adapt to Nolan's weather.

　　The name of the guest is Harama Ryansam, and she claims to be 65 years old. Although he is very old, he looks healthy, at least healthier than the old elf.

　　 The purpose of his coming today is to proofread the will with Siam Nord for the last time. This is something they agreed upon last week. Old Man Ryansam was scrupulous about Jenkins being present, so he kept talking about boring topics such as the weather and the plague after entering the bedroom.

　　 The old elf also realized that such a conversation was a bit wrong, so he said to him:

　　 "Harama, I think the matter of the will can be slowed down. I feel the power of my ancestors. My ancestors didn't want me to die like this, so I can live for a while, and I can talk about the will next year."

　　 He babbled the reason casually.

　　 "Next year?"

　　 The skinny Mr. Ryansam looked at the old elf on the bed in surprise. Jenkins judged from his expression that he might be expecting the elf to tell him "Ha, I was fooled, in fact I will die tomorrow."

　　 But the old elf just looked at him with a sad expression, until the back he was looking at became cold, and Mr. Ryansam shook his head abruptly, as if shocked.

　　 "Okay, okay, whatever you want, you are always so weird."

　　 He waved his hand in front of his face like a fly, then stood up and prepared to leave:

　　 "Siam Nord, this joke is a bit too much, I thought you really could not do it."

　　 He said in a vicious tone that he pretended, then sighed and looked at Jenkins who was sitting next to him pretending to be at a loss, then quietly left and left the apartment.

　　 "Does he know that you are an elf?"

　　 put his body on the wall next to the window and opened a gap between the curtains with his fingers. Jenkins asked after making sure that the old man had left.

　　 "Of course, we all know each other's secrets. We are all strangers. We are old friends. I warn you, he really has nothing to do with the elves."

　　 Looking at Jenkins's skillful peeking out of the window, the old elf couldn't help but said.

　　 "I know, I am not interested in your friends."

　　 Jenkins replied like this, and sat down from the wall to the bed again. Seeing that the old elf was still coughing, he poured a cup of hot water from the dirty teacup on the bedside and handed it to the old elf.

　　 The moment he took the teacup, Jenkins's hand held the old elf's wrist again. The continuous flow of green blood follows the connection between his hands and arms into the elderly body of the elves. Jenkins cannot reverse his age, but considering the longevity of the longevity species, even if he will die of old age sooner or later, this time Jenkins It also lasted his life for at least 5 years.

　　 For some reason, the vitality generated by [Life Origin] is quite adapted to the body of the elf. Jenkins has never felt that any gifter can receive his treatment with such a low loss and high efficiency.

　　 "After all, it is an elf, a race that is naturally close to life and nature, and it is very likely that I also have elf blood. Maybe the emergence of [Contact Healing] is related to the blood of this body."

　　 Jenkins doesn't feel strange thinking about it this way.

　　 "I am treating you, not because I want you to give me an answer. I just think you have value, so I will help."

　　 In order to prevent being misunderstood, Jenkins said while using his abilities.

　　 The old elf didn't try to break free this time, but he looked like he was wandering outside the sky and didn't know what he was thinking.

　　 Until the end of Jenkins' treatment, the old elf on the bed did not speak any more. He maintains a puzzling look, but at this moment it is difficult for Jenkins to think of what major issues he can think about.