Chapter 2135: Chapter 2135

"When I saw Magic Miss on St. George Avenue earlier, she looked very excited. Mr. Hood told me that she found a fragment of the mysterious stone tablet that Jenkins couldn't, and after a single glance that made her bleed from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, she made some sort of breakthrough discovery. Now, the followers of the God of Rituals, along with Mr. Hood, Silver Flute Miss, Mr. Black Cat, and Mr. White Cat, are all busy working on St. George Avenue. Honestly, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they end up making that train fly."

Hathaway recounted what had happened when she took the train to St. George Avenue.

"If the train does fly, you have to call us to come and watch."

Miss Bernreuter joked.

Because Princess Sophia was present, neither Hathaway nor Miss Bernreuter mentioned what had occurred when Jenkins returned a few hours ago. Hathaway seemed to have guessed something about the god she worshipped, but she wanted to confirm it with Jenkins first, so she had not sought help from her sect.

It was ten o'clock on Sunday morning, but since the world outside was as dark as midnight, they could only tell the time by a clock. Hathaway remembered that before Jenkins left, he had repeatedly reminded her of Chocolate's feeding time. After a quick calculation of when to start lunch, she decided to invite Miss Bernreuter and the princess to join her.

Everyone else in the house had something important to do, which was why Hathaway felt her own tasks were the most useless of all.

Just as she was thinking this, a knock came at the door. A moment later, the little pixie Vinette flew in, struggling to carry a fruit platter larger than herself.

Hathaway recognized the platter—B-01-5-9293, [Mr. Hunt's Fruit Platter]. It had appeared once at one of Mr. Hood's gatherings before being purchased by Candle Mr.—that is, Jenkins. Although it was a Numbered Item, it was rather useless and far too large, so Jenkins hadn't taken it into the Mysterious Realm. Instead, he had left it at the church.

"Why did you bring this here?"

Hathaway asked, confused. Just then, the cat on her head meowed. The slightly panicked pixie quickly explained:

"It told me to bring it."

Vinette pointed fearfully at Chocolate. The cat let out a "meow" of thanks, then leaped down from Hathaway's head. It circled the fruit platter, repeatedly tapping the edge with its small paws.

But the cat clearly didn't want fruit. After less than half a minute of tapping, it lost interest and jumped back onto Hathaway's head to lie down.

"What does that mean?"

Hathaway picked up the platter but found nothing unusual, and Chocolate offered no explanation for its behavior.

"This platter looks a little familiar."

Princess Sophia, who had been watching from the side, suddenly remarked. She took the platter from Hathaway to examine it more closely.

"In this era, what is this item called?"

"B-01-5-9293, [Mr. Hunt's Fruit Platter]."

Princess Sophia nodded.

"That naming convention isn't wrong, but in the era I lived in, we usually called it the [Fruit Platter of the Four Seasons]. It's a creation of the elves. While it's said that the constellations determine the type of fruit you receive, it's not actually the stars, but the season. But since the constellations and seasons are intertwined, I suppose saying it's related to the stars is also correct."

"So, what did the elves use it for? To serve honored guests?"

Miss Bernreuter didn't understand what this "Miss Fabry" meant by "my era." However, Hathaway had already warned her not to ask any further questions, nor to repeat a word of this conversation to anyone. So, despite her curiosity, Miss Bernreuter held her tongue.

"No, this wasn't for entertaining guests. No guest would have been worthy of using this. This was a tray from a temple, used to hold offerings for the gods. The ancient elves would place special plants and the best crops of the year on it as a tribute.

"The alchemy of the ancient elves was exceedingly advanced, and they were very wealthy... exceedingly wealthy. That's why they would use something as a simple offering tray in their temples."

Princess Sophia paused, seemingly lost in a memory.

"In any case, I don't know why such an object still exists in this era, but perhaps it will truly be of some use. After all, Jenkins does have elven blood... I apologize, I don't actually know its specific purpose, but Anettasia certainly would. You can ask her when she returns. Speaking of which, the name of that great one who is no longer a Righteous God..."

(Finney is praying...)

Jenkins lay flat on the ground, quietly listening to the sound of his own heartbeat. The source of this content ɪs novel-fire.net

The previous Mysterious Realm, the wax museum, had been perilous, but its environment was comfortable compared to others. The temperature and humidity were pleasant, and the air smelled more or less normal. But after passing through the gate of light to this new place, the temperature had plummeted to near freezing.

Not only that, but the air carried a distinct, damp, musty smell, somewhat similar to the Shadow Castle he had visited not long ago.

Usually, one would only smell something in old, abandoned buildings.

But he clearly wasn't indoors. Jenkins could feel the biting wind and sense that the surrounding space was far from confined, unlike the wax museum or the puppet theater.

"Could it be like that Shadow Castle? Another large-scale Mysterious Realm?"

He thought to himself. Once he had recovered, he pushed himself up and found that he was at the start of an old town street.

"Hmm? Why do I think this is a small town?"

He wondered, confused.

The street beneath him was paved with uneven stone slabs and lined with low-slung buildings, none more than three stories tall. Most of the houses were of a similar style—gray stone structures that looked so crooked they might collapse at the slightest touch. There were a few exceptions, but while their designs differed, they all shared the same look of utter decay.

Water was still dripping from the thatched eaves of the building nearest to Jenkins, but it didn't look like rainwater.

The ground of the dilapidated street was covered in patches of filthy, reddish dust that resembled moss, and suspicious-looking stains marred the walls of the buildings.

The reason Jenkins thought he was at the street's starting point was that when he looked behind him, he saw a five-way intersection. Standing at the intersection was the tallest structure in the area: a clock tower that looked even older than the decrepit street and its gray stone houses. The tower was squat, only three stories high, topped by a soaring, cross-shaped spire.

Since he was practically standing at the base of the tower, Jenkins could clearly see its design, as well as the figure waiting for him at the bottom.