Chapter 1384: Chapter 1384

Besides the "garter incident" that had captured Jenkins's imagination, the most important event of the evening was still the once-a-month Month's End Whisper. Jenkins had spent last month's end on a train, and in the blink of an eye, he had now been living in Ruen for over a month, yet he still had no idea when he would be able to leave.

"Just a few more minutes until May," he mused, "time really flies..."

As he thought this, he gently turned the slightly warm brass knob, extinguishing the gas lamp on his nightstand. Then he gave Chocolate, who was curled up by the pillow, a soft pat before slipping under the covers.

He was rather tired, so he fell asleep before the clock even struck midnight. Thus, when the whispers and murmurs seemed to drift from the edge of the sky, Jenkins couldn't even tell if it was a dream or reality.

April belonged to the Righteous God, the Storm Lord, who presided over the oceans and winds. His followers mostly lived in coastal regions, though a few inland groups with traditions of wind worship also revered this deity. May, on the other hand, belonged to the Righteous God, the Unlit Moon, who governed the moon and the night. It was common knowledge that in the material world's night sky, there were actually three moons. The one that remained unseen was the incarnation of the god, the Unlit Moon.

This deity was equally powerful, and because of the description "the unseen moon," he also held sway over domains like Lies and Shadows. According to some accounts, he even dabbled in the Negative Energy domain of the god of death.

In any case, whatever the two great Righteous Gods discussed at the month's end, Jenkins couldn't hear a single word clearly. Even if his soul was drawing closer to the divine, it had not yet completely broken free from the shackles of his physical body.

When the Month's End Whisper began, a clear and sacred song echoed from the misty surroundings. Accompanied by the appearance of a sourceless wind, Jenkins endured his headache and looked forward. The figures of a man and a woman met at an immense height. Even though the sky was filled only with clouds and mist, in Jenkins's perception, it felt as though lightning was flashing and thunder was crashing while a colossal, invisible celestial body hovered directly above him.

The sensation was terrifying, as if some bizarre, massive entity was staring at him from close range. He could feel it but couldn't see it, and the resulting anxiety and fear were enough to drive a person mad.

He stared at the ceiling for a good while before finally climbing out of bed and going to his desk. He lit the gas lamp connected to the steam pipes and took out his fountain pen and a blank notebook.

The cat on the bed didn't stir, merely watching Jenkins's back with one eye open, clearly displeased with his habit of working in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

As usual, the gains from the Month's End Whisper were often related to the domains of the two Righteous Gods involved. Of course, there were exceptions.

For instance, some of the information Jenkins had just received was about the combination and synthesis of Extraordinary items. Anything involving items containing spirit was a dangerous and complex matter. This was because no two things in the world were ever exactly identical; even Cursed Items or Extraordinary items that existed in multiples had slight variations between individual specimens of the same name.

The knowledge he gained this time, however, detailed the correct way to utilize the principle of "like devours like" to combine items containing spirit, even numbered ones. This was quite remarkable knowledge, the kind Jenkins had thought he could only obtain from the Righteous God of Creation and Machinery.

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He took his pen and wrote ancient runes in the blank notebook, sketching diagrams beside them. After half an hour, he finally set down his pen, frowning at what he had written.

After all, it wasn't complete or specific knowledge. No matter how esoteric the information he had just received was, applying it would be fraught with problems. His first attempt at a design wasn't successful, and he understood that this sort of thing was purely a matter of luck. Trying it once was enough. If he wanted to master this art, he would have to rely on regular study and practice.

He summoned his cane and placed it on the desk, then returned to the bedside and spoke to Chocolate, who seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed:

"Chocolate, wake up."

The cat's closed eyes twitched, but they didn't open. Its breathing was still very even, its two front paws tucked beneath its body. The cat appeared to be sound asleep.

"Chocolate, can you give me back that pearl I gave you to play with?"

Jenkins reached out and poked his cat, then quickly pulled his hand back to avoid retaliation. But Chocolate still didn't wake up, maintaining her sleeping posture.

He could now be certain that the cat was definitely pretending to be asleep. Chocolate was a very light sleeper; she would notice the slightest disturbance.

"Since you're asleep..."

he said, deliberately "whispering," then slid both hands into the gap between Chocolate's body and the soft mattress and gently lifted her.

"...I'll just take it myself."

Chocolate was very fond of the glowing pearl. On any given day, if she had the time, she would push it around and play. Sometimes, when she slept, she would place the pearl in front of her nose, breathing in and out on it evenly. On rare occasions, like a mother hen incubating an egg, she would sleep with the pearl pressed underneath her body. You would never guess this was the same cat that could feel a pea under seven or eight mattresses.

Jenkins held the cat with one hand while reaching for the pearl on the bed with the other. Unable to keep up the pretense, Chocolate finally opened her eyes, meowing wildly and struggling in his grasp, trying to defend her property.

She easily wriggled free from Jenkins's grip and leaped back onto the bed. Then she stood just in front of the pearl and let out a threatening hiss at Jenkins that held no real menace.

Jenkins knelt by the bed and reached out to stroke Chocolate's head. The cat's face, which had been full of anger a moment ago, immediately took on an aggrieved expression. She looked pitifully at Jenkins, then glanced down at the pearl she was protecting. After a long moment, she pushed it towards him with her paw.

As she did this, she turned her head away, pretending she couldn't bear to watch.

"Good girl. I'll get you something nice to eat tomorrow. There'll be even better toys in the future, so don't be so sad."

After comforting the cat for a while and giving her the ring that sealed the Black Stone of Calamity, he finally returned to his desk. He placed the round, milky-white pearl into the box for his inkwell, then picked up his cane and slowly infused it with spirit, causing it to transform.