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　　 Jenkins replied affirmatively that the blue aura of the alien species cannot be hidden.

"Humanity......"

　　 The old elf did not question Jenkins' conclusion, put down the teacup and squinted his eyes for a while and said:

"My old friend has always been mysterious. Even I don’t know his true origin. I only know that he has been alive aimlessly, and he rarely sees what he has to do. If he is a human, then he should It belongs to a certain subspecies of humans similar to ordinary humans, but I can't figure out what kind of race it is."

　　 There are many subspecies of humans, and even some weird races, such as vampires, are considered to be subspecies of humans. However, some of these subspecies are very different from normal humans, so they are considered to be new races, that is, alien species; and some races have only a little more special abilities or appearance characteristics than ordinary humans, and are not truly distinguished from humans. open.

　　 "Stop talking about this, he brought me an important piece of news this afternoon, oh, the flowers, this is really amazing."

　　 He said with a mysterious face, seeing Jenkins look over carefully, so he whispered:

　　 "The group of cultists who believe in evil gods want to summon angels!"

　　 He got his wish and saw the surprised expression on Jenkins's face, but Jenkins was not surprised by the angel. He had known it a long time ago. What he was surprised was that Mr. Ryan Sam’s news was really well-informed.

　　 "Isn't it deliberately misleading me? Is all this a trap?"

　　 Because it was too coincidental, Jenkins had to cautiously doubt everything. But immediately I remembered the Vientiane Impermanence card in the morning. It couldn't be faked. Even if it is not a cultist who wants to summon angels, he will definitely encounter things related to angels recently.

　　 "This news is very important, is there any more specific news?"

　　 Jenkins hurriedly asked.

"There is indeed some news. Those cultists who believe in the evil **** [Lord of the Slaughter] tried to summon the Angel of Slaughter to conduct a powerful blood sacrifice in Nolan. They declared that the end of the era is coming, and the only way to avoid the era is. The way of the last cataclysm is to obtain eternal life after the terrible killing."

"It's another cataclysm at the end of the era? Recently, many Cthulhu sects are claiming to try to avoid disasters. For example, the [Light Chaser Club] claimed to transform into light and God, and [Gear Craftsmen Club] thought To free human beings from the shackles of fragile human bodies..."

　　 Jenkins muttered in a low voice, hoping that the old elf could express some opinions on "The Cataclysm at the End of the Era", but the elf did not want to continue this topic.

"The ritual of summoning angels is complicated and difficult, so they can only do it in other ways. The ritual is divided into three parts. First, high-level power is needed as a bridge to connect higher dimensions; then, the blood sacrifice ceremony is indispensable. Less, killing can please the evil god; in the end, it is [Alien Frenzy]. The origin of this ritual is the Alien [Killing Angel], and the source of this alien is the angel under the seat of the real evil God-the'Angel of Slaughter' Deterioration. The power of [Alien Frenzy] can accurately call the Cthulhu angels!"

　　 The old elf said in one breath, and stretched out a finger every time he said a little, and then stretched out three fingers and concluded:

"The high-level power is said to be related to the evil **** son of the previous period; the blood sacrifice ceremony may have been completed, or most of it has been completed, and it is too late to stop it; as for the heterogeneous frenzy, this ceremony has prepared multiple groups at the same time, even if the Orthodox Church now has information, think It’s also difficult to prevent it from being completed. Nolan, there is another disaster!"

　　 The old Jing sighed in inspiration, and twisted his body, as if he couldn't adapt to the soft sofa.

　　 Jenkins shook his head:

"Is this a disaster? If the angels of the evil gods come, then the Church of Righteous Gods can also call the angels to come. Mr. Siam Nord, the church can even pray to the gods and ask the gods to go down. Is it very difficult to summon angels? "

　　 When Jenkins said this, the old elf smiled:

"So your understanding of those complex and miraculous rituals is far from enough. Then let me explain. Of course, the Church of Orthodox God can also call angels, but you have to know that gods descend on the earth. It relies on the power of the great, and mortals are just sending out an'invitation'; but the arrival of angels requires mortals to provide strength and support, and the method of summoning angels mastered by the Orthodox Church in this era is not as simple as one or two hours It can be done. Without knowing the specific time of the Cthulhu angel’s arrival, it is impossible for a mortal to accurately summon the angel at the right time. It is even more impossible to summon the angel immediately and maintain it until the Cthulhu’s angel appears. , The cost of this is unimaginable."

　　 "That is to say, once the killing angel of the evil **** does appear, unless the church knows the specific time in advance, mortals have to resist the angel alone for a period of time before the angel of the righteous **** can descend."

　　 Jenkins thought for a while to conclude.

"That's the case, so even if the evil **** angels do appear, it will not pose a threat to the entire continent. The angels of the good gods will appear sooner or later. Although this matter will not develop into the undead disaster of a while ago, There are still risks."

　　 The old elf nodded, confirming this statement.

　　Compared with the complicated angel descent rituals, letting the gods descend is of course faster and simpler. But both Jenkins and the old elves knew that this was impossible, and they would never pay attention to calling the gods on the grounds of fighting against angels. It's as if Jenkins is tired of the pet chicken raised by Mr. Goodman's house next door, but still can't save face to attack it.

　　PS: The lingua franca is similar to English. In the third-person address, there is no honorific name like in Japanese, and there is no difference between "you" and "you". Here you are only used for smoothness, but in fact it is just an ordinary personal pronoun.

Chapter 1100 Chapter One Thousand and Eighty Two The Last Material

　　 "Meow~"

During the conversation between Jenkins and the old elf, the sleeping cat made a dreamy meow next to him, and then rubbed his body on the sofa, seeming to want to find a softer position. This cat also sleeps. Dishonest.

　　 "Jenkins, if you want to prevent such a disaster, the most feasible way is to find the high-level power that cultists use to build bridges. After all, blood sacrifices cannot be stopped, and it is too difficult to crack tattoos."

"I have found."

　　 Since knowing the old elf, he has never told a lie, and he is sincerely kind to Jenkins. Based on the secret conversation just now, Jenkins decided to trust him.

　　 "It is the umbilical cord of the son of God, divided into four parts."

　　 As he said, he stood up and walked towards the basement. After a while, he returned with a small glass bottle filled with yellow-gray turbid liquid.

　　 In the liquid in the glass bottle, bloodshot is swimming like a tapeworm, and there is a piece of black paint floating in the bottle. Just looking at it will make people feel sick, but that is not physical discomfort, but mental discomfort. The umbilical cord has the ability to radiate harmful surroundings like an out-of-control pollution source, and Jenkins sometimes treats it as a radioactive metal.

　　 "God's umbilical cord?"

　　 The old elf didn't avoid anything, and slightly bent over and squinted to look at the bottle. Then he suddenly leaned back, frowning as if he was about to vomit.

　　 It took a long time for him to relax.

　　 "It is indeed the umbilical cord of the Son of God. Even if it is not, it is enough to use this thing as a source of strength and a bridge for angels to descend."

　　 He picked up the teacup and took a big sip. Jenkins saw his temples, where the blood vessels were bulging and jumping.

　　 "I am only two of the four umbilical cords here. If this bottle does not fall into the hands of cultists, does it mean that angels will never come?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

"No, I have never seen the umbilical cord of the Son of God before, but I have seen something more terrifying than this when I am home. According to my estimation, it does not need to be complete. A quarter of the umbilical cord is completely cut to match the ritual, and it is entirely possible to call angels. Four copies of this kind of thing should be prepared because the cultists are cautious, or they are planning to call more than one angel."

　　 The look of the old elf is very solemn:

　　 "Williamatt, if you want to save Nolan, you must at least find the remaining two umbilical cords, otherwise the Angel of Slaughter will come sooner or later."

　　 "Why are you so sure that I want to save Nolan?"

　　 Jenkins asked an interesting question.

　　 "Because you are destined to be the savior."

"Ok?"

　　 The old elf clearly knew more than Jenkins thought. His words were simply to express his knowledge of the "Savior's Emblem".

　　 But just as he refused to tell Jenkins’ blood of the Elf, the old Elf didn’t want to talk more about the savior.

　　 He just told Jenkins that he came to the material world from his hometown because of an accident. He thought he would die here, but now he found the hope of returning home.

　　 "If possible, I still hope that I can be buried by the Yinma Lake in my hometown and sleep peacefully with the evergreen Woods."

　　 He sighed and said, and then he was about to get up and leave. But Jenkins stopped him, not because he wanted to force the old elves to reveal those things he didn't want to say, but by hearing an interesting place name.

　　"Yinmahu?"

　　 "Why, is there any problem?"

　　 asked the old elf.

　　 "Please wait a minute."

　　 Jenkins did not explain, but turned around again and went to the basement, and took out the note left by the wizard Salimanda.

The 　　 note contains a complete potion formula and a secret phrase. The secret phrase needs to be interpreted in Elvish language, and the content is:

　　【The sunset by Yinma Lake is the love of my life. 】

　　 "Have you encountered other elves?"

　　 only glanced at the note, the old elf asked like this, and it was more like an exclamation sentence than an interrogative sentence.

　　 "Yes, do you know this potion formula? What does this secret phrase mean?"

　　 "I can't answer this question, but please remember the name [Yinmahu]."

　　 He said so, the first half is a lie.

　　 "Do you still lack materials for this potion?"

　　 After thinking about it, the old elf asked again.

　　 "There is still a thousand-year wooden heart missing."

　　 Jenkins replied honestly, looking down at the note, heart tossing and turning.

"Come and fetch it from me on weekends. I happen to have one. The next full moon night is coming soon, and you may be able to prepare potions at that time... Don't worry, the young elf who gave you the formula, There should be no malicious intent."

　　 He said this, and said that Mr. Harama Linesam was a loyal reader of Jenkins' "Tales of Foreigners", hoping to get his autographed book, he left without looking back.

　　 Jenkins stood in front of the window and watched the figure of the old elf without speaking for a long time, and the confusion about his blood became more and more in his heart.

　　 Before going to bed, he also dealt with the round beads that were recovered from Miss Magic to obtain new abilities. Jenkins thought about it and did not use it. With the Bone Sword, he does not lack the abilities of the undead, so the bead was finally placed in the basement box and placed with Professor Burns’ gift box (Chapter 702). Jenkins plans to have time to go to the black market. Sell ​​it.

　　 (Fini praying...)

　　 Because of a serious lack of sleep time, Jenkins couldn't get up after being awakened by chocolate early on Thursday morning. The cat made a fuss for a while, unexpectedly calmed down, and let Jenkins sleep for half an hour before returning to the cage before reminding him again that it was time to wake up.

　　 yawned and listened to the sound of rain. After eating breakfast, he was startled by the sound of thunder when he went out. Today’s rain is much more drizzle than last week. The wind swept down and the rain poured down, and the effect of umbrellas was actually not that great.

　　 So Jenkins rarely chose to take a carriage to the old antique shop, but after getting off the carriage, he found that the antique shop was locked and there was no one inside.

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, Dad left you a letter."

　　The neighbor of the antique shop is Aunt Sally’s grocery store. Aunt Sally is a kind old woman. When Jenkins first became an apprentice, she asked her about cat raising skills. Aunt Sally heard the voice next door and saw Jenkins when she walked out. According to her, the old man left the antique shop half an hour ago, looking in a hurry as if there was something urgent.

　　 only left a letter, please ask Aunt Sally to tell Jenkins to have a holiday today and tell him not to forget to study.

　　 Since there is no need to go to work today, Jenkins got on the carriage again and went to the church. He asked for a quiet office room, claiming to organize the treatment of the plague.

　　PS: I realized that it has been a long time since I mentioned the pocket watch chain that could indicate danger. Well, at the end of this volume, let it exit for a reasonable reason.

Chapter 1101 Chapter One Thousand and Eighty Three

　　 said that he wanted to sort out the materials, but he actually lay down on the table and took a nap. After waking up, he picked up the pen and wrote down the knowledge about the plague in the Bone Sword.

　　 What he wrote is indeed a way to treat the undead infected with the plague, but this does not mean that the plague is no longer harmful.

　　 First of all, the corpse plague cannot be completely prevented, because Jenkins does not know how Pompeii improved the plague. Second, although there are systematic treatment methods, the treatment process is quite complicated. A complete course of treatment includes but not limited to strange methods such as low-temperature fire roasting, poison extraction acupuncture, and live burial in the shade.

　　 It takes at least 5 courses of treatment to completely cure those infected by the plague, which will take about 3 months.

　　Complicated methods and long process are destined to be impossible to promote to the general public. But at least compared to the more complex supernatural power healing methods and expensive [universal potion] thinners currently used, this method with very little cost and low material requirements can indeed help a lot.

　　 Jenkins handed in this written report before lunch, and then met his father in the courtyard behind the temple complex.

　　 He has a sad look and walks extremely fast, looking like he wants to go to the clinic building.

　　 "Father..."

　　 "I have something important. If there is something to do, go to the store to talk about it at night. If there is nothing to do, don't forget to give me the reading notes tomorrow."

　　 Without even giving Jenkins a chance to say hello, the old man walked away in a hurry.

　　 Jenkins was very interested in his busy schedule today, so he wanted to find out about the news from Captain Bincy.

　　 But unfortunately, Captain Pennsey and his team are not in the church. This is new because his team is responsible for church security this month.

　　 "Did you go out to work?"

　　 Jenkins was standing in the courtyard wondering, slanting his eyes to see the flowerbed in the garden where the fantasy flower seeds were buried. Now Chocolate is not interested in this flower garden at all, even if it is brought to the church by Jenkins, he no longer lie there to observe the soil.

　　 Since there was nothing to do in the afternoon, Jenkins wrote to Hathaway and Britney, inviting them to go to the opera house in the evening.

　　While waiting for the reply, I thought of going to see the situation of the girl Louise, so that I could reply to Fini.

　　Because the alley where Louise's house is located is close to Privet Road, Jenkins first detoured the Williamt home on Privet Road.

　　 Today is Thursday, Robert who needs to go to work and John who needs to go to school are not at home. But in addition to the children's mother Mary Williams, the eldest brother Newman Williams was also at home.

　　 Jenkins originally thought that he would study abroad with the professor and would not return to Nolan until the middle of next month.

　　 "Oh, let's see who is here? Little Jenkins, you have gone home too few times recently. Since Robert took us back from a trip, you have hardly come back. Are you angry that we didn't take you out?"

　　 Mary asked half reproachfully, and Jenkins was embarrassed at once, because he didn't know how to explain what he was doing recently.

　　 The mother and son had a long conversation on this leisurely rainy afternoon. Since Jenkins is present, Mary will naturally not forget the topic of marriage.

　　 This topic was led by Newman who announced to Jenkins that he had determined that his wedding date was January next year. At that time, Newman and his classmate fiancee had time, and the second half of this year was enough to prepare for their wedding and house issues.

　　 It is obvious that after marriage, Newman cannot live in Privet Road or the small apartment allocated by the school.

"The girl's family named Lobrus didn't expect to get married so soon. Their planned marriage date is two years from now. But since they heard that you are about to be promoted to Viscount, the attitude of the family instantly became enthusiastic. Originally they thought We will get married in the second half of the year, but you know, Jenkins, I do a lot of things every fall semester."

　　 Newman complained like this, not because Jenkins was here to avoid that sensitive topic.

　　 Jenkins looked at Mary's expression subconsciously, but the boys’ mother didn’t say anything, but looked at Jenkins with a serious look:

"Jenkins, Newman's marriage has been set, thank you, your brother John and Miss Hoover are also going well. But you, Jenkins, tell us about the Ming you brought home last time. Miss Nivik. Newman happened to be away last time, and I haven't seen that beautiful girl yet."