Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He shook his mouth and showed a confused look. Holding the dagger in his left hand, he gently poked the cat's **** on the shoulder.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate was originally standing with his back on his back and looking at the scenery. After being poked, he immediately made a threatening sound, as if he was about to bite. When I understood what Jenkins wanted to do, the beards on both sides of his furry cheeks trembled because of anger. This was the first time Jenkins saw a cat with such an expression.

　　Chocolate certainly wouldn't forgive Jenkins for being so offensive, until they returned to Old Jack’s herbal shop, the kittens were all gritted teeth trying to give Jenkins a paw.

　　 "The last time I became a mouse, don't forget it!"

　　 Jenkins mentioned the old things again, threatening to retaliate, the cat swept him with his tail, and then jumped from the shoulder to Jenkins's head, and then lay there and refused to get down.

　　 It was dark, and there was no one in the shop. Old Jack and Jenkins chatted a few more words, and then they started talking about dinner. During this period, the cat lay on top of Jenkins' head, and Jenkins had to stiffen his neck, for fear that it would fall off if he tilted his head.

　　 "Speaking of which, it should have been about half a year since your cat took the animal psychic revelation medicine. Has it changed?"

　　 Old Jack asked as he handed the plate to Jenkins.

　　 "Very smart, sometimes smart is not like a cat."

　　 He said what he felt in his heart, without seeing the cat's eyes above his head.

"Normal. This shows that your cat's physique is very suitable for this kind of medicine. Most of the smart pets will sneak into the kitchen to eat by themselves. Does your kitten have this behavior? ?"

　　 Old Jack asked.

"Yes it is!"

　　 Jenkins wanted to nod desperately, but considering that the angry cat was still on top of his head, he could only use a louder volume to express his approval.

　　 "In addition, it has also learned the ability to be invisible and simple to change its coat color. Sometimes I even feel that it can read my thoughts."

　　 Chocolate Jenkins turned his head guiltily on top of his head.

　　 "This is something extraordinary..."

　　 "Meow~"

"...But it's normal, probably it originally had an extraordinary pedigree. You have probably heard that in this world, there are also sand cats similar to A-03-1-7299, or B- 11-05-2333 Humanoid cats, or special breeds such as the legendary moon swallowing civet."

　　 Old Jack said, turning around to continue processing the pot of soup. But when I sat at the dining table, I had completely forgotten the conversation just now.

　　Since the potion was mentioned, Jenkins had to ask about too much blood awakening potion, which was also the main purpose of coming to the Shire that he claimed to his father. Although it is known that the thing came from the hand of Skull Sword's swordman Skrrew Pompeii, Jenkins still does not understand the relevant question.

　　 Old Jack has obtained some information passed from Nolan, and he has also checked some of the texts that he kept searching at Scru Pompeii's house the other day.

　　 "That's not a good thing."

　　 The old man looked sorrowful, as if he was thinking of something in the past. He paused, looked at Jenkins and the cat above him, and said softly:

"The believers of the Great [Nature Spirit] believe that most things in this world that violate nature will have to pay a corresponding price, including the current steam industry. Although I am not a believer of the righteous god, I still Some agree with this view. The Blood Vessel Awakening Potion is something that completely violates the laws of nature. It can only be caused by the rapid death of the body due to forced reversion."

　　 He sighed, but did not go to see Jenkins, to prevent the cat's movements on his head from making a laugh, which undermined the seriousness of the conversation.

"The awakening of the heterogeneous blood of modern humans is essentially a lot of coincidences and accidents that must be caused by accidents. And external stimuli that violate the natural process will inevitably lead to irreversible damage to the body. I remember the intelligence sent from Nolan. , The woman who drank the medicine was not mentally normal from the beginning, and her body was weakening a little..."

　　 "Yes, when we arrested her, no one could face her head-on. In the end, she was caught by a large number of spell traps, but now she can't even open the cage."

　　 Jenkins recalled.

　　 "Are you there at the time?"

　　 Old Jack asked in surprise, there was no such information in the intelligence he received.

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins wanted to skip this matter lightly.

　　 Hearing this, the old Jack regretted that when Jenkins first came last week, he let him wander around. In the letter that the old man sent in advance, although he mentioned Jenkins's ability to cause trouble, the old Jack didn't know the secrets after all, thinking that Oliver was still the same as before, overprotecting his apprentice.

"Of course, the Skrull Pompeii does not need to worry about the damage to the user's body. After all, he just wants to use this potion to make as many special kinds of undead as possible. I don't know, it should be said that he is a genius. Still a lunatic."

　　PS: The subscription situation in the last month is half of that before the summer vacation, which can be called a cliff-shaped drop (face covering). But don't worry (look up), this will not affect the progress of this book, but I hope everyone will try not to fatten up for too long, which hurts confidence (again, lower your head and cover your face).

Chapter 874 Chapter 857 Bloodline Legend

　　 Old Jack sighed and shook his head, then took some porridge from his bowl with a spoon and put it in his mouth. I have to admit that the old Jack's craftsmanship is really great, especially his control of the gas stove fire, which can be called the pinnacle.

　　 "Then Pompeii, whose pharmacy ability is better than you?"

　　 Jenkins pretended to be curious and asked, then the old man glared at him:

　　 "Well, of course it's me."

　　 If this world is the world of comics, then old Jack's beard must be up to the sky at this moment.

　　 "Jenkins, I can say that in this era, there will be no more than 100 humans in the material world who have better pharmacy ability than me."

　　 said, he straightened his chest proudly. Jenkins immediately put the spoon into his mouth to prevent being caught laughing.

　　 "Meow~"

　　The cat who can't get down on the top of his head is very doubtful why Jenkins doesn't come to tease him. It looked down suspiciously, hesitated for a while, then jumped from the top of its head onto the table.

　　 Jenkins thought he was not angry anymore, so he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the lying cat's back twice. Seeing Jenkins reached out to touch it, Chocolat thought the man was apologizing, so he meowed reservedly and didn't get angry anymore.

　　 "So, is there a way to determine whether someone has awakened an ancient alien bloodline?"

　　 Jenkins finally asked the point of today. He just walked around in such a big circle just to ask this sentence. This afternoon, he hadn't figured out the relationship between the wooden toy dagger and the evolution of abilities, but Jenkins had already begun to doubt about the elves.

　　He hopes to get some help from old Jack, after all, there is no news from the church.

　　 "Most heterogeneous blood vessels will cause appearance changes."

　　 Jenkins quickly recalled himself in the mirror, and there seemed to be no change.

"It is simpler for the gifter. The sudden emergence of new abilities is a sign of awakening...Well, there are also special items that allow people to directly obtain abilities without rituals, such as the only items stored in Nolan Parish B-10-3-4093 [Reader's Notes], which can be used three times, the ability of this object to learn is not limited to the blue alien ability. However, similar objects are unusually rare, and the probability of encountering is higher than that of their ancestors. It's even lower to have a'private relationship' with a foreign species..."

　　 Jenkins recalled again. Although most of his abilities appeared by coincidence, they were not without a trace. The blue alien abilities were a gift from Mr. Barnard and the other came from contact with unicorns. There was no problem.

　　 "If these are not available, then look for the answer in the dream. The awakening of the ancient power will bring some memory fragments at the same time, and those alien powers are so overbearing."

　　 This time Jenkins doesn’t need to remember. Although he often has strange dreams, he has never dreamed of things related to elves. A huge black cat often appears in his dreams, but Jenkins is sure that he has no power related to heterogeneous cats, otherwise the "normal cat" chocolate would not be so disobedient.

　　[Cat's Elegance] which appeared because of the experience of raising cats is not counted, it is not the power of alien species.

　　 "So I probably have nothing to do with the elves."

　　 Jenkins made a sloppy preliminary judgment, but he did not dispel his suspicion. Instead, he decided to return to Nolan and seek advice from professionals who did not want to do this, such as Miss Audrey.

　　 The cat's little paw fiddled with Jenkins's fork, trying to sigh for Jenkins's attempt to obtain the truth in the hands of the prophet.

　　 In fact, what Old Jack said just now was quite right. The signs he mentioned were all signs of awakening from heterogeneous blood. But the problem is that the special bloodline of Jenkins did not appear in his generation. That was all before the traverser Dove occupied the magpie's nest at the end of last summer. The time span spanned a hundred years, and the stupid stranger hadn't expected it so far.

　　After talking about the potion, old Jack asked Jenkins again if he would have time tomorrow, which is Tuesday.

　　 "I have nothing to do."

　　 Most of his goals in coming to the Shire have been achieved, and his vacation goals have also been achieved. What should be considered now is to return to Nolan.

　　 "Huh? To me, there seems to be no difference between Shire and Nolan..."

　　 "It's okay, come with me to catch the lost butterfly..."

　　 Chocolate's ears shook immediately.

　　 "Is that medicinal material?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Yes, their wings are a very important potion material. It is a pity that these little guys have only survived in the vicinity of the Shire in the past three hundred years, and they only appear in fixed locations in the winter and early spring each year. You The sightings last week were purely coincidental."

　　Old Jack sighed. He actually wanted to avoid Jenkins getting into trouble by going out with Jenkins. If the old man was here, he would laugh at the idea, and going out with Jenkins was more dangerous than letting him go out alone with the cat.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 No matter what danger the cat is, it touches its paws, eagerly trying to show off its hunting talent in front of Jenkins, and take revenge on the group of stupid butterflies by the way.

The characteristic of 　　 Lost Butterfly is that it can randomly teleport any life form it comes into contact with. The priority of this kind of space transmission is extremely high, and most of the abilities or items that confine space are ineffective against these butterflies.

　　 And "contact" is not limited to direct contact. Indirect contact through fur or clothing will also be judged as contacting a whole, thereby triggering transmission. Only a handful of clothing made of special materials can block this determination of unity, and the old Jack provided Jenkins with a huge cloak that feels like a silk product.

　　 When catching butterflies, two people need to put their cloaks on top of their heads, and always be careful that those butterflies get in through the gap under their feet.

　　 "I don't want to hear about people finding you on an overseas island after three months."

　　 Old Jack used this sentence to warn Jenkins, Jenkins clasped the cloak ignorantly, feeling that Old Jack’s herbal shop might be more profitable than the old antique shop.

　　 Those butterflies will be active in the evening near the Kankra Gorge on the outskirts of Shire, so the two went out leisurely after lunch. The coachmen are curious about their outfits and are also interested in tools such as wooden boxes and net bags. Seeing the chocolate, I thought they were a mousetrap who was going to work in the country.

　　 I was very boring along the way. Jenkinske and Old Jack talked about the origin of the lost butterflies. Their history is longer than Jenkins thought.

　　PS: Yesterday there were a lot of typos in the three chapters. I have changed it according to the indirect post. You can see it after refreshing.

Chapter 875 Chapter 858

　　 "It is clear that the lost butterfly is a product born of a concept. What they represent is the human fear of the unknown world in the barbaric era."

　　 "That's really an ancient race!"

　　 Jenkins sighed, and his **** moved on the seat of the carriage to make room for the chocolate to look around. Then he asked curiously:

　　 "Then why did the Lost Butterfly not withdraw from the material world with the alien species?"

"No, they also left with the alien species. At least in the last epoch, there was no record of any human witnessing them in the Orthodox Church... These people around the Shire are probably newly-born races, and they themselves were born out of concepts, It’s possible to appear anywhere."

　　 The wheels of the carriage probably overwhelmed the stone, and the carriage bumped, and Old Jack immediately reached out and held the wooden box on the side.

　　 "So are there any ancient legends about these butterflies? Since they come from such a long time ago, I think they should also be interesting legends?"

　　 Jenkins also held down his cat. Although it had returned to its knees, it still seemed to be frightened by the sudden shaking.

"of course."

　　Old Jack nodded, opened the side car window, and then took out a small round flat metal box from his pocket. He opened the box with a snap, took out the grass and rolled it up with cigarette paper, and then struck a match to light it. Putting it in his mouth and taking a deep breath, Jenkins suspected that the smoke had been inhaled into his lungs, and then exhaled it out of the window with a long exhale.

　　 This is not a cigarette, because the old Jack does not use tobacco leaves. According to him, the slender, yellowish leaves have a refreshing effect. Smoking by smoking can keep you awake all day long.

　　 The most important thing is that the smoke he spit does not smell any, otherwise the old Jack would not smoke in the car.

"There are many stories about the Lost Butterfly, and some even ordinary people know it. I think you should know the legend of the legendary Paladin Strange, the Silver Hand. In the current stories, he was caught by a butterfly. Guiding, found the lost silver holy sword. But in fact, that lucky guy was only transferred to the ancient ruins by the lost butterfly."

　　 Jenkins immediately showed a surprised expression. The story of this ancient hero is one of the boys’ favorite adventure legends when they were young.

　　 "Another example is the story of the lost butterfly and the ancient disaster. This story is not clearly recorded and is spread by word of mouth."

　　 Chocolate ears flicked twice.

"That's also a matter of ancient times. A terrible creature met a group of stray butterflies, and a fierce battle broke out between the two. In the end, the terrible number of butterflies transferred the unknown creature to the remote desert. The battle indirectly tore apart the space at the extreme east maelstrom of the ocean of the material world."

　　 Jenkins once again showed a surprised expression, he really likes such legends. But the man didn't notice that the cat on his knees was licking its paws. Chocolate hated those butterflies.

　　 The two bid farewell to the coachman in Yuanmu Village in the outer suburbs, and negotiated the time to pick them up, and then they followed the muddy path through the village and headed for the valley deep in the mountain.

　　 Yuanmu Village is the closest village to the destination, so if you want to get there, Yuanmu Village is the only way to go. The writers and cats from the city were originally interested in the small rural villages, but after not taking a few steps, they fled quickly because of the smell of the village.

　　 The people here don’t have any hygiene concepts. The mixed living of humans and animals and the wanton accumulation of excreta have caused very serious air problems. Fortunately, it's not Nolan here, otherwise the great plague would break out and none of the villagers would escape.

　　 It was about 4:00 pm when I arrived near the canyon, and Jenkins, who had walked for nearly two hours, felt a little tired. There is no way to get here, they can only walk in the wild land and woods, especially with a cat standing on his shoulder. Of course, Chocolate is not willing to walk through this uneven forest with feces. .

　　 But old Jack seems to have nothing at all. Compared to the panting Jenkins, he looks like a young and strong young man.

　　 "Since I was thirty-five, I have been drinking all kinds of medicines to improve my body. Therefore, it is more worthy of the work of promising young people like you to prepare medicines than to appreciate antiques."

　　Old Jack hasn't given up bewitching Jenkins, but Jenkins is very determined. Old Jack admired the loyalty he showed, and the more he did this, the more he thought that Oliver had picked up the treasure.

　　 The danger of catching stray butterflies is not great, so in order to catch the required number as quickly as possible, the two moved separately after entering the canyon. The bottom of the canyon is dark and wet, and the snow on the ground has not melted at all. Old Jack went to the middle of the canyon, while Jenkins stood at the entrance of the canyon to ensure that at least one person could stand in the butterfly group after the butterfly group appeared.

　　 Before parting, old Jack repeatedly told Jenkins that he must put on his cloak. Jenkins nodded while tidying up his tools, and then caught the cat sniffing around in his pocket. He was worried that he would be transported away by the butterfly.

　　 "Don't move!"

　　 He warned, and then saw the small cat's head exposed in his pocket. The cat nodded obediently, and his wide-eyed cat looked unusually cute.

　　 "I don't want to find you thousands of miles away. After leaving me, no one will feed you every day."

　　 Jenkins exhorted again, and the cat nodded obediently again.

　　 When the time of the pocket watch showed five to fifty, Jenkins, who was extremely bored, stood stupidly at the bottom of the valley with his cloak and looked up at the sunset. Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing from the west, and some sparkling sequins were mixed in the wind. Jenkins looked up and saw that in the dim night, large swaths of butterflies with a faint light were flying from farther away.

　　 They are like shining tides in the air, and like horses running in a snowy field, they immediately passed over Jenkins's head, forming a shining band of flying light in the canyon.