Dominate the Treacherous Realm

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Chapter 1069 Chapter 1051 More Tattoos

　　 Realizing that Jenkins released his hand after the treatment, the old elf Siam Nord finally recovered. He opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it again.

　　 This kind of action looped three times before he said:

"Young man, I can't answer your question, but I am happy to provide you with other help. If you are still curious about your family, why not ask your elders? Even if they have no clues, ancient races The involvement of his extraordinary blood is always fate-like. As long as you are looking for it, one day you can find the answer by yourself...It's as if you can find me."

　　 "But I want the answer now."

　　 "I won't even say when I die."

　　 Siam Nord spoke slowly, shook his head, and covered his mouth again to show his determination.

　　 Jenkins sighed and shook his head, wanting to get up and leave, and visit again when he has time. He knew that he was destined to not ask questions today, but the old elf's attitude was very gentle, and he might have a better chance next time.

　　 But suddenly another thing came to mind, so he continued to sit without leaving:

　　 "Well, I only ask one question and leave, and I will visit you next week: Do you know [Alien Frenzy]?"

　　 "Yes, I also know that the cult organization [The Whip of the Dead] is planning to acquire this ability in Nolan recently. They are really a bunch of lunatics."

　　 The old elf took away the hand covering his mouth, and replied quickly. It seemed that as long as Jenkins didn't ask about the elf, he knew everything.

"Then do you know where the five tattoos are? I mean, the learning ceremony of [Alien Frenzy] requires five different aliens to carry tattoos for a period of time. Now I know that the Church of the Sage has obtained two of them, you Do you know where the other three pieces are?"

　　 This is also one of the factors that threaten the city. It would be great if you could get news from the old elves.

　　 "Five yuan?"

　　 The old man Siam Nord frowned as expected. Jenkins thought he didn’t understand the content of the ceremony. When he was about to stand up and say goodbye, the old elf suddenly asked:

　　 "How do you know that only five tattoos were scattered by [The Whip of the Dead]?"

　　 "Because of the ritual content, those runes have to be divided into five parts."

　　 This is the news brought by Miss Capet, Jenkins has seen it in the letter to the old man.

　　 "The rules of the ritual are indeed like this. According to the information I understand, the lunatics of [The Whip of the Dead] do the same, but...who told you that they only prepared a set of rituals?"

　　 asked the old elf, frowning. But because of Jenkins' treatment just now, the wrinkles on his face have been significantly reduced, so even if he frowns, he won't show that ugly old state.

　　 "More than one set?"

"Of course there is more than one set. You know, [Alien Frenzy] is not a unique ability. Although it is complicated to make ritual rune tattoos, it is not only possible to do it once. Although they are crazy because of their ambitions, at least they still have them. Normal intelligence."

　　The old elf looked at Jenkins very seriously:

"Where did you know that they only prepared one set of rituals? This is wrong. According to the news I got, at least 5 sets of rituals were prepared at the same time. There were at least 25 tattoo bearers scattered around Nolan. . Oh, since you said that the Church of the Sage has obtained two tattoos, now there are 23 left!"

　　 One hand compares the number two and the other compares the number three, and then added:

　　 "Of course, although I pretend to be well-informed, I don’t rule out that there are rituals that I don’t know about. So the actual number of tattoos is 23 or more, I want to say that, you should be able to understand what I mean."

　　 "Are you sure this is the correct message?"

　　 Jenkins was slightly surprised, but he felt that the old elf’s words were fine. It was true that no one stipulated that only one group could be prepared at the same time for the ceremony. If it were not for the ritual that the tattoos should not be too close, Jenkins believed that the group of alien species would gather in the same secret location, rather than scattered throughout the city.

　　 "Of course, I must know that since I accidentally came to the material world from my hometown 129 years ago, I have been living in Nolan. I know it well~"

　　 said this, he couldn't help being a little proud, and then he saw Jenkins' eyes looking at the bedroom decoration.

　　 "So you have lived in Nolan for 129 years, have you never saved enough to buy your own house?"

　　 "This kind of gold pound... has nothing to do with personal connections, ahem."

　　 The old elf deliberately coughed loudly to prevent Jenkins from continuing to ask, and then quickly moved on to the next topic:

"If you want to find those who carry tattoos, I can provide some clues. Because the [Alien Frenzy] stipulates that only aliens can carry those tattoos, and the stronger the person who carries the tattoo, the stronger the ability created by the final ritual, so Those selected to carry tattoos must be powerful alien creatures. I have lived here for so many years and I also know some strange people living in this city. I can give you a list if you want to track down. , You can use this as a clue."

　　 As he said, he asked Jenkins for paper, and then wrote down information such as name, race, address, etc. on the paper. He wrote very detailed, and it took half an hour to write a full 12 articles.

　　 "These are all alien species that meet the requirements and may agree to cooperate with [The Whip of the Dead]. Some of them have very bad tempers. If you go to investigate by yourself, beware that those people will suddenly do it on you."

　　 "I don't plan to go by myself."

　　 Jenkins will report this piece of paper together with the guess about 25 tattoos to the church in a short while, which is not very troublesome.

　　 "It's fine if you don't plan to go."

　　 handed the pen and paper to Jenkins, and the old elf retracted back into the quilt and leaned on the head of the bed.

　　 "Speaking of which, haven't they looked for you?"

　　 Jenkins asked while looking at the list.

　　 "I'm just an old elf... and they can't find me."

　　 He said triumphantly, reaching for the tea cup on the bedside table, when there was another knock on the door downstairs.

"who is it?"

　　 The irritability of the landlord’s tone was not concealed at all, and when the person downstairs replied that he was looking for the director of the second room on the third floor, the anger of the mean and thin woman broke out completely:

　　 "Oh, **** old Bruce, a few people have been here this hour! Are you going to have a party in the house, oh, I really shouldn't have promised you to live here!"

　　 This sentence was obviously yelled at upstairs, and both Jenkins and Siam Nord understood it.

Chapter 1070 Chapter One Thousand and Fifty Two Invaders

　　 In the second room on the third floor, as the landlord downstairs said the voice fell, the old elf smiled awkwardly at Jenkins, but immediately said in confusion:

　　 "Huh? I don't remember that I had an appointment with a second person today, and I know that I live here, it seems that only Old Harama is here, who is this time?"

"Let me see."

　　 Jenkins said, looking down at the floor, he was actually observing the aura directly with the real eye. Unsurprisingly, the person who came was a gifter, and the number of magical abilities was very large.

　　 Although Jenkins didn't know all the gifters of the Orthodox Church in this city, he instinctively believed that the following is definitely not a believer of Orthodoxy.

　　 "I think you may be in trouble. The one who is going upstairs is probably not a good person."

　　 he warned.

　　 "Is that so? Damn, what happened today?"

　　 said that the old elf was struggling to get out of bed. Although he was treated by Jenkins, his body was still not very good. After all, the exhaustion of life was not only affected by the spirit of life but also imprinted by time, which Jenkins could not reverse.

　　 "You don't need to move, I will solve it, but it's just a level three gifter, it's not a big deal."

　　 As he said this, the old elf returned to the bed, then put the a little excited cat on the desk beside him, and walked out of the bedroom peacefully.

　　 Although the landlady was very irritable, she still let the guests upstairs. The footsteps of the visitors are very light. Even though Jenkins is already standing at the door of the house, it is still difficult for him to judge the figure of the person who is going up the stairs from the footsteps.

　　 He hesitated, instead of standing at the door, he opened the door and walked out. At that time, the people who went upstairs did not reach the third floor. And when the two met, it was only on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor.

　　 Jenkins stood above and looked down at the man in a black trench coat holding the handrails of the stairs. He raised his head wearing a black round cap to look at Jenkins, and then stopped tacitly with Jenkins.

　　 Neither of them spoke, watching their opponent silently. Jenkins above the steps is standing on the same step with both feet, while the man below the steps has his right foot up and left foot down, maintaining an upward climbing posture.

　　 After three breaths, the man below couldn't hold back at first, his lowered left hand quickly flicked, and a silver light hit Jenkins's face. It was a palm knife enchanted by the ritual. When the blade flew in front of Jenkins, Jenkins even observed the rune imprinted on it.

　　 He tilted his head and dodged the flying knife, and then realized that the person below had already jumped up. Jenkins stood in the distance without moving, stretched out his right hand to push his fist to the side, and kicked the man who had just jumped back below.

　　 "He is stronger than me/not me!"

　　 The two thought at the same time that Jenkins tilted his head again, letting the flying knife flying back like a boomerang from behind wipe his hair and fly towards the man's hand. Jenkins squinted his eyes to recall the rune imprinted on the knife, and suddenly realized:

　　 "It is not a common elemental enchantment, you increase the magnetism of the knife with rituals, and the ability you use is to control the magnetism!"

　　 While speaking, he took the initiative to rush down, and the man below reached out and hit Jenkins' chest, but Jenkins hit the wrist with a punch.

"Snapped!"

　　 Jenkins landed steadily on the steps and handed over with the man at close range. Both are good at hand, but Jenkins is more powerful. With just two punches, he had the upper hand, and at this time the strange noise on the stairs had already caught the attention of the landlord downstairs.

　　 grabbed the escalator next to him with his left hand, and slammed his right shoulder forward and took a hard punch. Then he pressed his feet and jumped up with the support of his left hand, controlling the strength of the hand in the air to change direction in the air, and then slammed out with one leg:

　　 "Hi~"

　　 With extremely strong force, he kicked the man's chest with the sound of breaking through the air, and he was kicked out with almost no resistance. This caused more noise, but before the landlord’s wife went upstairs, Jenkins had already subdued the man and brought him to the old elf’s room.

　　 Even in the bedroom, you can hear the woman swearing on the stairs.

　　 "She always does this."

　　 The old elf shrugged, not angry at the landlord's behavior.

　　 Because of the possibility of interrogation, Jenkins kicked the intruder into a coma and did not use [Profane Production] to make it permanent. He just broke the bones of the man's limbs and tied him with a wire for safety. He also deliberately placed a spell that could be activated remotely with his mind in a very short distance in his chest pocket.

　　 The old elf didn't say anything about this. He didn't know the man, but during the process of Jenkins's binding, they all saw the emblem of the evil **** on the shoulder blades, which meant that he was a member of [The Whip of the Dead].

　　 "Since such a tattoo will reveal the identity, why do you want to tattoo it on your body?"

　　 Jenkins asked while twisting the wire.

　　 "Because this is faith."

　　 The old elf gave an irrefutable reason. Jenkins thought for a while and felt that he was right.

　　Breaking the bones of his hands and feet has already caused the man to wake up with pain. Jenkins's foot was very heavy just now, and his internal organs must have gone wrong, so it was quite difficult to speak.

　　 Before he died, Jenkins wanted to use some cruel methods to get the information he wanted, but the old elf Siam Nord stopped him, not because of his kindness:

　　 "If we make a strange movement again, the landlord might really kick me out of this apartment."

　　 He complained and asked Jenkins to take a dark green potion from the flat box on the foot of the desk. That box was used to cushion the legs of the table. It should have been a long time, and the iron box was pressed out and dented downward.

　　 The box is full of rust, and there is a thick layer of dust on the surface. Jenkins wanted to blow it up to make it cleaner, but the old elf warned that he didn't want his bedroom to become a dusty place.

　　 In the box are more than ten small hoses of different colors, only one of which is dark green. Because he briefly learned potions from Old Jack, Jenkins was able to judge that these were all potions within the shelf life.

　　 Judging from the intensity of the aura, these potions should be very powerful, at least all potions that Jenkins has successfully configured can not be compared with these.

"The intelligent creature you took that can temporarily hypnotize it is made from the dust of the [Emerald Dream] I brought from my hometown. You can think that people who drink these potions can only tell the truth. I have used it for so many years. Going a lot, now only this one is left, don't spill it."

　　 said the old elf, and then coughed again. But the coughing sound has become very healthy, and it is more like clearing the phlegm in the throat.

Chapter 1071 Chapter 1053: Tattoo, Blood Sacrifice and Umbilical Cord

"Spill it? No, my hand is very stable. Even my cat can't escape from my hand... But, Mr. Siam Nord, judging from the rustiness of this box, The shelf life of these potions is really long~"

　　 Jenkins sighed while giving medicine to the captives. He had learned a superficial knowledge of potions from Old Jack, so he naturally knew that potions had a short shelf life, and that iron box had not been opened for at least a year.

"Hmph~ The shelf life of the potion can be extended by some special means, but humans don’t know it. The method I use is unique to the elves. Although the steps are a bit more cumbersome, it is quite easy to use. If you want to understand, the fish tank in the living room outside There is a notebook below, the one whose cover has faded. Starting from page 12, it's all about the quality of potions. When you take it, pay attention to the fish tank and don't break it."

　　 Regarding questions other than elves and bloodlines, the old elves are satisfied with Jenkins without reservation. Even if the unspoken secrets such as the skill of the elves to preserve potions, he didn't mind sharing it with Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins was a little touched, but at the same time he became more curious about the pedigree of the Williams family.

　　The effect of the hypnotic potion of the old elf was immediate. The man who had pretended to be faint immediately showed a state of drowsiness and submission after being forced to take the dark green potion.

　　 "I don't know if this potion is useful for cats."

　　 A corner of Jenkins' heart thought this way, and the cat lying on his lap looked up at Jenkins and made a disdainful expression.

"what your name?"

　　 Although there is very little experience of interrogating prisoners, Jenkins also knows the specific process.

　　 "Justin Coland Edworth."

　　 The man bound by the wire said in a very flat tone. His eyes were dull, his eyes changed from the usual brown to dark green. This is one of the few side effects of this medicine.

　　 "Age."

　　 "36 years old."

　　 The answers to two consecutive questions are acceptable. Jenkins looks at the old elf, who nods to indicate that he can start asking about the key content.

　　 "Are you a member of [Gear Craftsmen's Association]?"

"No, I am not."

　　 "Then what organization do you belong to?"