"Don't worry, even the joint meeting of the Twelve Righteous Gods is still being prepared. It will not start until at least next Saturday. Even if we negotiate with the church, it will not be earlier than the middle of next month..."

  He paused, thinking about the 20th of next month, which is the first anniversary of his arrival in this world. Now I recall that the year passed was really difficult, but it was also very fulfilling and interesting.

   "Do you even know the day of the Orthodox Church meeting? It seems that the preparations are pretty good."

   Miss Magic smiled.

   "Of course, after all, this can be regarded as the most important activity after the emergence of the new sect of lies in people's perception."

   As Jenkins stood up, took out a small paper bag from his pocket, and sprinkled the gold powder inside to the ground. There is a breeze of floating lawn in the fog in Mingming Cemetery, but the trajectory of the powder falling is completely unaffected by the wind.

   "This matter should be carefully considered. Although I think that you support me is the right choice, but the decision is still to do it yourself... Is there anything else today?"

   he asked suddenly.

  Miss Magic thought for a while:

   "I wanted to take care of my hair, but I can go again tomorrow."

"It's better to act with me today. Do you know about the successive deaths of the royal heirs? I'm...invited by William to investigate this matter. This will definitely be interesting. And, I You can be paid."

  Miss Magic thought for a while and agreed, but at the same time she said that she was working for Miss Windsor, which could also be regarded as working for William, so no extra pay was required.

   She is very interested in the ceremony that Jenkins is setting up at the moment, because after the Ritter language, the tree trunk surrounded by seven disgusting things like "sacrifices" was engraved with ancient elves by Jenkins.

   "I thought it was a sacrificial ritual, but now it seems to be related to hunting? Do you know the mystery of elves?"

   "Yes, there is a great elder who has taught me a lot of knowledge recently."

   This refers to the old elf.

   "That's really lucky, in our age, even the fairy tales have almost disappeared."

  The ritual arranged by Jenkins is an ancient [hunting and tracking] ritual, which is the mystery of the elves, and it is also one of the basic rituals given to Jenkins by the old elves professor. This ritual is still very common in the young age of the old elves. The rangers in the forest occasionally encounter some creatures from the "outside" hiding in the vast forest. At this time, they need to track their trajectory. The most basic method is to carry out [hunting and tracking] based on the corpses of the creatures killed by the "external foreign objects" while eating.

   According to the old elves, modern elves rarely use this ritual. But it does not mean that this ritual does not work. On the contrary, because of its ancient and basic nature, most anti-divination, anti-prophecy and anti-tracking do not have much effect on it.

   Seeing that Jenkins didn't mind her being by the side, Miss Magic enthusiastically watched this unprecedented ceremony being arranged and held. The core of the ceremony is the vibrant tree. As the ceremony unfolds, light green light spills from the tree to the ground, illuminating the trunk and every rune on the ground.

  Gold powder is attached to those runes, and seven "remains" from different dead persons are included in the scope of influence of the ceremony. Seeing Mr. Candle standing outside the base of the ceremony, chanting ancient Elvish words softly, for a moment, Miss Magic felt that the surrounding area was not a cemetery, but a truly vast forest.

   She is sure that this is not an illusion, but a “reality” captured by powerful inspiration that does not conform to the material world itself. Coupled with the recent rumors, such as the World Tree, the speculation about Mr. Candle's identity in my heart has become more and more certain.

   Soon, as the aura of the ceremony converged, the seven remains from different victims gathered together and turned into a dark red sphere mixed with teeth and flesh. Jenkins picked it up with his gloves, feeling a little slippery and soft, and then asked Miss Magic to erase the runes on the trunk and the ground with him, and they could set off.

   "Why is this ceremony so..."

  Miss Magic looked at the meatball with some worry:

   "Is it really an elf ritual?"

   Judging from the results of the ritual, it really looks like a cult's sacrifice and summoning ceremony.

"You don’t think that elves are creatures with a completely kind heart, do you? Although the relics and some historical materials left by elves are recorded in this way, this is because before they leave the material world, they are very careful to record and record unfavorable to them. History has been erased. Coupled with the changes in the years and the descriptions of anthropologists, it is easy to think of them as creatures like rabbits who like to eat vegetarian..."

   Jenkins explained, and then squeezed the meat ball in his hand, it immediately emitted a blood-red light from the center, as if a luminous fetus was pregnant inside. Of course, this is an illusion, this is just a ritual prop responsible for finding the "murderer".

   Although it is not necessarily the same killer who killed the seven people, the [hunting and tracking] pointed to by the elves’ rituals are not tracking specific people, but creatures that “caused death”. This facilitates Jenkins' operation, because he is very likely to catch the last suspect in one go.

   and Miss Magic climbed over the cemetery from the fence, and then the two of them talked and walked towards the city according to the meatball in Jenkins's hand. Jenkins mentioned that he met Mr. Hood in the Evergreen Forest a few days ago. Miss Magic also cared about whether Mr. Hood’s arm had been "fixed". The word she used was not "treatment", so she obviously knew it too. The truth about that arm.

   Although he has seen Mr. Hood’s face, Jenkins doesn’t know where Mr. Hood lives. He just knows that he is a well-known businessman, so he doesn’t know the follow-up that day. It was Miss Magic who knew Mr. Hood's status as an ordinary person, and said that if things can be handled quickly today, then the two can visit Mr. Hood in the evening, and he will be very happy.

   Two people and one cat strolled on a smoke-shrouded Saturday morning, looking at the silhouette of a street corner in one of the largest cities of this era. Passing through the alley filled with discarded metal pipes, passing the main entrance of the Opera House where the carriages are parked tightly, and meeting the uniformed patrol at the intersection, and passing by the boy selling newspapers.

   finally smiled and greeted the passing flower girl, and by the way, he bought a tulip at a very high price.

He did not give it to Miss Magic, but carefully placed the sticky meatball on the flower. Then the meatball seemed to be absorbed by the flower, leaving the original pale yellow petals with a few more shiny petals. Blood red silk Luo.

   "There is a little bit of historians and writers that do not differ from the truth."

   He explained to his friend:

   "The elves are indeed a group of creatures pursuing the ultimate aesthetics."

   "You know elves well?"

   "Of course, I know a friend with a part of elf blood."

   Jenkins nodded and said, so the expression on Miss Magic's face became more and more weird.

   The two finally followed the blood-red light and came to the entrance of a hotel hidden in a remote alley in the east of the city. Stores that can be kept hidden in such a location will certainly not be a legitimate business. In addition to the conceivable ji females who are showing off at night, they may also be involved with forces such as the black market and gangs.

   But this is also good, it is very convenient for two people to do things.

   pushed open the door of the hotel, looked around the decoration and some dirty wooden floor. Jenkins touched the cat on his shoulder, took the flower in his hand and walked to the counter:

   "Who lives in the third room on the left on the second floor?"

   He asked directly, reaching into his pocket with his right hand to get something.

   "Even if you give me gold pounds, I can't tell you. This is professional ethics. If I say this this time, can my shop continue to operate in the future?"

   The bald middle-aged shopkeeper with a chubby figure said that the temperature in the morning was a bit high. He was wearing an ugly red shirt and the second button was gone, so Jenkins guessed that the man was experiencing a marriage change.

   "I didn't plan to pay."

   Then he took out the gun, and the lady behind her smiled and turned her head to look in other directions.

   "I know you are not a good person, but I don't want to embarrass a stranger who just met. Tell me the answer now, or you can try whether this gun is a toy model."

   Appropriately used the effect of [Fear Aura] when intimidating, and the effect was very good.

"A middle-aged man in his 30s who lives alone, has brown hair, no beard, and wears glasses. He often goes out in a black coat. He stays in the room every morning, and is likely to be absent in the afternoon and evening. He has never eaten with us. "

   The fat man said immediately, trembling his body and withdrew a bit, but it was a pity that there was a wall behind him, he couldn't hide.

"do you know him?"

   Jenkins asked again.

"do not know."

   This is a lie, so Jenkins shook the pistol, and the other party shook again suddenly as if he had epilepsy:

   "He is a very famous'chemist' in Nolan East."

"Ok?"

   This is a very interesting word.

"That is to say, he is very good at preparing drugs that are not very legal. Yes, it is the kind you imagine. He has a workshop that he runs in partnership with others, and he hides in the mining area. Recently, it seems to be hiding in my place. Because of some trouble, I heard that he was still planning to leave Nolan."

   The fat man’s intelligence was unexpectedly detailed, which made Jenkins once again evaluate the value of [Fear Halo].

   He nodded clearly, glanced at the clock in the corner, and motioned for Miss Magic to follow him upstairs.

Section 1739 Chapter 1712 "Chemist"

   "Does that person need to deal with it?"

  Miss Magic said casually, without even looking at the shopkeeper, she followed Jenkins and was about to go upstairs.

   "No need, we leave as soon as we finish, he will never touch us again in his life."

   As they said, the two of them went to the third floor. The stairwells were narrow, and the corridors on each floor were crowded because of the accumulation of various debris, which was in line with the appearance of such an informal small hotel.

After confirming that the other party was not a gifter, Jenkins asked Miss Magic to step back, and the bloodshot tulip in his hand repeatedly confirmed that it was behind the inconspicuous door in front of him. He put his hand on the seam of the door and pulled it up easily. The bronze bolt has blown out.

   When he opened the door, there was a muffled noise in the room. Then he saw that the windows were wide open, the curtains were blown in the air by the wind rushing into the room, and some note papers on the ground also flew up to the door.

   Grabbing the flying pages, Miss Magic walked quickly to the window and looked down at the alley, but after a few seconds she turned her head and shrugged regretfully:

"nobody."

   "It seems that I haven't run far yet."

   Jenkins came to this conclusion, then turned and walked to the closet. Together with Chocolate, he looked at the closet's handle with disgust, not knowing whether it was oil stains or some stains, and then opened the large closet, exposing the man hiding in it to the scorching hot summer wind.

   "A chemist, right?"

   Jenkins asked, looking at the tall and thin middle-aged man who was shrinking and embarrassed. He wears a pair of heavy glasses. Although his hair is messy, he looks gentle. If Jenkins is the first impression, he is probably a decayed middle-aged technical college tutor.

   "I thought you would wait for me to open the door with a gun in the closet."

   "I was sleeping just now, and I didn't notice someone coming to me in time. I have a gun, pressed under the blue cover notebook on the desk..."

   The man said helplessly, then crawled out of the closet under the gaze of two strangers, and almost tripped over his plaid shirt:

   "Well, who are you from? Why are you looking for me? Or do you want to buy something interesting from me?"

   He sat down on his bed and said, speaking quickly and panicking, his voice was low, as if he was nervous.

   "It's not here to buy things, we want to ask you, do you know about the recent murders of royal heirs?"

   The room fell into silence, until Miss Magic closed the window because she felt the curtains that made annoying noises blown by the wind got in the way, and the "chemist" with her head down said:

   "I knew it, I shouldn't take that business."

  'S tone was full of regret.

"what business?"

   "Promise me one thing, please kill me after I finish talking, but don't go to my family, they have left Nolan with the money now."

   "Do you want to die so?"

   "I must be dead this time. If you don't come to kill me, the employer won't let your secrets escape. It's better to let you do it, and I can relax."

   "Well, let’s talk about things you know. For example... how did this thing start?"

   "About half a month ago, an acquaintance said that he would introduce me to a big business. Then I met a man with a very military temperament and he asked me if I could separate the serum."

   "Separate serum? Do you have a centrifuge?"

   Jenkins asked in surprise. It was the "chemist" who was even more surprised than him:

"Do you know this too? Yes, I have it. This is a model that I designed by myself. It is a hybrid of manual rotation and mechanical power. I asked a friend from the mechanical church to get the key components. I also paid a lot of money from Chez. Lantou shipped a miniaturized Mark VI steam engine, and I usually use it to separate some...composites. But in short, I am probably the only person in this city who can do this. "

   Jenkins therefore inferred that the man who entrusted him probably has nothing to do with the power of the benefactor, and the benefactor does not need to be so troublesome to separate the serum.

   "Did you agree to the job offer?"

"Yes, the price he paid is very high...very high. But for something like serum, it is best to save and separate immediately after the blood is taken from the living body, so that person took me to the target's side. ......"

   He finally raised his head, deep-set eye sockets under his messy hair:

"It's not that I have never killed anyone, but I also know what I have killed recently, so I understand my fate. I'm just an ordinary person, I don't want to get involved in the struggle for power in the kingdom, and I don't have the ability to participate. So I I found a chance to escape, and now it seems that I haven't escaped far enough."

   This made it even more sure that the group of people who entrusted him was not a gifted force, otherwise it would be fine to find an ordinary person in Nolan and use divination. It is impossible for Jenkins and Miss Magic to find the chemist first.

   "But what's the matter with that anti-divination and anti-psychic?"

   Jenkins questioned in his heart, and then continued to ask:

   "What else do you know?"

"I know these. I don't know anything more, and they don't let me know. Those people came to me to get me to draw blood from the people who were killed, and then separate the serum. You probably know the corpse There are a lot of pinholes on the body, but they are actually used to conceal the pinhole for the blood draw.

   said the chemist droopingly.

   Miss Magic walked to Jenkins's side and asked:

   "Then do you have something they gave you? It can't be touched by many people like banknotes, but only by those who hired you."

   "Yes, in that notebook."

   So Jenkins walked to the desk and quickly found a cross-shaped crease page in the notebook. Above are some data and hand-drawn sketches handwritten in pencil, which seems to be a requirement for serum separation.

  Miss Magic took a look and nodded to Jenkins:

   "This is fine."

"Well."

   Jenkins then put his fingers on the head of the unknown man. With the use of [Profane Production], the man fell back on the bed. Although he was still breathing, he couldn't wake up anymore. Because of this ability, no one can divine and channel the "corpse". As long as his wife and children move to a remote country, it is difficult to find them.

   Then the two quickly left the hotel. In a remote alley, Miss Magic used the pencil manuscript to hold a ritual for tracking. Originally, Jenkins was worried that the ceremony would fail. He didn't expect that the owner of the manuscript did not do any anti-tracking at all, so Miss Magic could easily establish a connection between the manuscript and its owner using the ceremony.

Chapter 1740 Chapter 1713

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