Chapter 1409: Chapter 1409

If Jenkins had gained anything from the Doomsday Illusion, it was the fourth white gemstone on the Doomsday Document, in addition to the shield he had given to Finney.

Jenkins was now completely certain that the gemstone's appearance wasn't because he had caused a disaster, but because he had ended one. The last time he met with the Spiraling Mist, the entity had hinted quite clearly that while a Child of Disaster wouldn't appear again in this Epoch, a similar ability could.

He was eager to discover the nature of this ability but couldn't find a breakthrough.

After the events of the Doomsday Illusion concluded on Sunday night, Jenkins collected himself and threw himself back into his schemes with Magic Miss. But before that, on Monday morning, he used the Basin of Delusions to learn the full story of what had transpired the previous night from Papa Oliver.

The Church had confirmed the complete collapse of the inverted doomsday city. Although the method Miss Audrey had "proposed" didn't succeed, she herself received a commendation for her efforts. The Church of Destiny and Order sent a specialist to the Nolan diocese to confer with the local church, supposedly to gather material to record Miss Audrey's "successful prophecy" in the church's history.

Papa Oliver was deeply worried about this. He considered it the most serious incident of all, despite the multitude of strange events that had occurred over the past six months. During their conversation, he subtly revealed that the Nolan diocese believed the city needed the Saint Son to be present and hoped Jenkins would return soon, though he didn't specify a date.

That morning, Jenkins also found time to visit Hathaway. For some reason, she seemed upset, speaking to him as if she were suppressing her anger. Jenkins had no idea why. He was sure he hadn't done anything wrong during their recent brief encounters, so he could only attribute it to her having one of those days.

Of course, the most important matter of the day was his next meeting with Magic Miss.

Their operation was no simple assassination. Besides them and the Pirate King Femishue, several other factions would be involved. This wasn't a straightforward "find-infiltrate-kill" mission like before. They not only had to agree on the right time to strike but also devise ways to handle the various problems they would face before even getting to Femishue.

Decorations and preparations had begun in the Dock Area several days prior. City Hall had also been running announcements in the newspapers for days, urging citizens to come to the docks on Wednesday to welcome home the returning heroes.

Nolan, which had endured all sorts of bizarre events in just six short months, seemed to have been transported back to more peaceful times by this single piece of good news. People happily discussed the upcoming celebration and ceremonies, speculating whether a victory in the war with Cheslan would lead to cheaper foreign goods.

But for the moment, none of this concerned Jenkins. On Monday night, after bidding farewell to Magic Miss, he decided to stop by his home before returning to Ruen. That's when he found a letter in his mailbox.

The letter was from the old elf. It hadn't come through the post office; he must have delivered it himself. The proof was the complete lack of a stamp.

The letter contained only a few short lines, urging Jenkins to come to his home immediately upon reading it. Fearing something terrible had happened, Jenkins didn't even step inside his own house. With Chocolate in tow, he hurried toward the apartment the old elf was renting downtown.

Jenkins didn't visit the old elf often. Firstly, because there was rarely an urgent reason to, and secondly, because the rented apartment was too close to the Church of the Sage, a neighborhood Jenkins usually avoided.

But tonight was different. He had no idea what important matter the old elf needed to discuss, so he made his way there without stopping. He arrived at the apartment building, knocked, thanked the landlady who let him in, and went upstairs to the elf's door.

The elf himself opened the door. He recognized Jenkins's cat and knew at once who his visitor was, warmly inviting him inside.

Jenkins asked skeptically as he stepped inside.

"What could possibly be wrong with me?" the old elf chuckled. "Tea? I've recently grown some leaves myself in the conservatory."

The old elf said cheerfully. After pouring tea for Jenkins, he didn't forget to get some small treats for Chocolate as well.

"You wrote to me because..."

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Jenkins paused, about to say that this was his home, but then he realized the elf meant the Prosperous Forest.

"Is someone coming to get you? Or did you find the way back? Congratulations, that's wonderful news. Speaking of which, I recently came across a key myself, one that can also open a door..."

"My luck has been quite good. I met an elf from my own clan who was visiting the material world to gain experience," he explained. "He plans to return to our homeland this winter or next spring, and I will go back with him."

The old elf's face was glowing with excitement as he spoke. He picked up his teacup and took a large gulp, his expression filled with an indescribable joy. He had summoned Jenkins simply to news; he was truly overjoyed.

"I never thought I'd be so lucky. Before I met you, I was resigned to dying in a foreign land, forgotten by everyone. Now, not only have I made a friend in you, but I'll also be able to return home in my lifetime. I think my centuries of bad luck have finally run out, and my good fortune is just beginning... As for the young elf, I won't introduce you. He's currently traveling the world, experiencing human customs and culture, and plans to write a travelogue about human society at the end of the 18th Epoch when he returns."

"If it's not convenient, there's no need for an introduction. My sincerest congratulations. This is certainly something worth celebrating. And please, be sure to tell me before you leave. I'll come to see you off."

Jenkins was happy for him too.

"Oh, that's still half a year away. I'll be living in Nolan for at least another six months, so there's no rush for a farewell. I won't have much to do during that time, so I was thinking of teaching you some of the elven knowledge I possess. You can come by anytime to learn, and I'll do my best to teach you everything I know. Of course, it would be best not to knowledge with others."