Chapter 95 94. They really exist

While waiting for the students to prepare the carriage, Jenkins rolled over and got out of bed, regardless of his identity, and took out a locked wooden box from inside.

When it was opened, there was a black and white metal chessboard.

This is the mysterious ancient relic [chess game], which Jenkins firmly regards as the pride of this life, believing that it is related to the future and destiny of mankind.

The chessboard was made of a special metal that he had searched the classics and could not find, and it looked very heavy, but it was extraordinarily light to the touch, as if it had no weight, but when stroked and struck by hand, it had a solid and heavy feel.

The black and white on it are still clear, and they have not been worn away by thousands of years, but they are no longer neat, but take on a strange distorted feeling, as if they have been put into water, and the black and white twist into strange shapes with the ripples of the water.

It's clearly gone wrong......

But Jenkins didn't dare to destroy it.

Once you have participated in the 'Symposium on the Future of Humanity' through the Chess Game, you will enter into a mysterious bond with it, which is likely to involve a sensitive and dangerous subconscious level, which makes Jenkins completely afraid to act rashly.

He may be able to spare his life, but he must think of the other members of the Society.

In addition, he was indeed reluctant to destroy it.

Even when he encountered today's changes, he did not shake his determination and opinion, and still firmly believed that this ancient relic would be related to the future of mankind.

That was the [fate] that he had spied after paying a heavy price

"Mentor, the carriage is ready."

The voice of the proud disciple came from outside the door again.

"Right away."

Jenkins said, holding the [chess game] to the wall, and took off a landscape painting hanging on the wall, revealing a safe behind it.

He locked the chessboard inside, held the key tightly in the palm of his hand, and then hung the painting back in its place, then changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

The students outside the door carried a kerosene lamp, and were startled when they saw Jenkins's blood-red eyes and pale face.

"Mentor...... You...... Are you alright? ”

"It's okay for ...... time being"

Jenkins shook his head.

The carriage galloped down the empty and dilapidated streets, and there were no street lamps on the side of the road, only the oil lamps hanging from the roofs of the carriages provided some light.

The Eternal City, which is immutable, has no electricity to this day, and there is hardly any product of modern technology in sight.

This is a city that imprisons itself forever in that era.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a rather imposing mansion, and Jenkins got out of it with difficulty with the help of the students.

As soon as the two guards saw that it was him, they opened the door for him without any inquiry.

Jenkins walked to the living room with ease, expertly found the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of vintage wine, and unceremoniously poured a few sips into his mouth.

It wasn't like he was visiting someone else's house, it was more like he was going back to his own home.

Moments later, the living room brightened with dozens of candles and a few oil lamps, and an old woman in pajamas came down from the second floor, sat down in front of Jenkins, and stared at him quietly.

"Please help me with a psychiatric evaluation."

Jenkins whispered, looking away again, not daring to make eye contact with the old woman.

The other party didn't say anything, and felt a white figure from behind him and placed it between the two.

This is the statue of the Redeeming Sage of the Eternal City, carved from some kind of unique white jade, the whole body is snow-white, exuding a faint holy aura.

The image is of a man with a blurred face, holding his head with his hands, as if thinking about something, and as if he is holding on to something.

The Sage's hand was supposed to be hard and cold, but on the surface of it showed signs of melting, as if it had been burned by the heat, and it was covered with traces of wax and oil.

It's not that it's not miskept, it's that the statue of the Sage itself has been carved into this melted appearance.

Jenkins held the statue of the Sage without saying a word, and the old woman held his hands without saying a word.

After a moment, she asked:

"What happened to you?"

"I'm not sure, I can't imagine, but I hope he is the legendary Most High, the being I've been looking for......"

"It seems that you are really crazy, and you believe this nonsense to this day."

"It's not gibberish, it's ......"

Jenkins wanted to argue with reason, but when the words came to his lips, he retracted again, took out the key to the safe in the room from his pocket, put it on the table between the two, and pushed it in front of the old woman.

"I may die at any time, and when the time comes, the future and hope of mankind will be entrusted to you......"

The old woman didn't even look at the key, but with a cold flick of her hand, she sent it flying into the corner.

Then he ignored Jenkins and went upstairs alone.

"Alas......"

Jenkins sighed, walked over silently, bent down, picked up the key again, and left dejectedly.

He couldn't see the dignity and pride of a fifth-order powerhouse, but more like a down-and-out ordinary person who was experiencing a mid-life crisis.

After walking out of the living room, the students who were anxiously pacing back and forth outside immediately greeted him, noting that Jenkins was already in much better shape than before.

"Mentor? Are you alright? It seems that your wife ...... Oh no, I mean the Bishop, she ......."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it."

Jenkins waved his hand helplessly and walked towards the carriage.

At the moment, his mood is very complicated, some worried, some happy, some excited, and some unincomprehensible.

The fact that he could recover from such a perilous experience with only a simple treatment convinced Jenkins that the mysterious being was indeed innocent, not the mastery of the Bishop.

But humans also have no malice towards ants, but just accidentally stepping on them, or twisting them up to observe, will bring irresistible catastrophe to ants.

Jenkins felt like an ant on the chessboard......

Fortunately, this 'human' method was relatively gentle, and he did not twist himself to death on the spot.

It may also be that the protective effect of the [chess game] has taken effect, that is, it is a kind of protection that can shelter the mind and reason at the level of consciousness, and it is with this that the future seminar dares to discuss some topics that are not dared to be mentioned outside.

Although the mysterious 'spectator' was in control of the [chess game], he did not turn off this layer of protection, obviously not wanting to really put people to death, which can be regarded as an expression of goodwill.

It is precisely because of this that Jenkins is further convinced that the being is the Most High that he is looking for

Although the Supreme One only exists in human speculation and assumption, and is considered by many to be absurd and stupid 'stall literature', Jenkins believes in it.

He must also believe in this in order to prove that his purpose and philosophy are correct.

[Chess Game] is his pride and his biggest hole card, even the Redeeming Sage can't shake it, but it is easily controlled by the mysterious 'spectator', which means that he has surpassed the shackles of the Sage and ascended to the supreme.

When Jenkins returned to his lodgings, he did not bother sleeping, but began to write letters to the other members of the Society.

If you can't get in touch through the [chess game], you can only use this timeless means, and with the distance between several cities, you don't know when they will receive the letter.

I don't know if they came out alive......

But Jenkins is still full of enthusiasm to explain his findings in his heart, and he is still trying to boost morale.

"Since the Most High really exists, then there is nothing wrong with the purpose we have always believed in, and the hope and future of mankind have come to us!

It's just that...... If it is safe to communicate with the Most High, we need to find a safe way......

If you are alive and can read this letter, then be sure to let me know what you think. ”

After writing the letter, Jenkins went back to his basement, locked the door, lit the oil lamp, and dragged out a large box of materials.

He was going to perform a dangerous but necessary divination.

It's definitely not going to divinate the 'audience', it's obviously looking for death.

Instead, you have to divinate yourself and see what will happen to you in the next few days, so that you can do a side knock.

This is also a common routine of divination.

Jenkins spent hours arranging an extremely complex set of rituals in the basement to ensure the effectiveness of divination and to keep himself safe.

Hundreds of mirrors had been placed on the floor, each with a candle lit in front of them, and they all faced Jenkins, reflecting the candle flame and his figure.

Jenkins took out a palm-sized crystal ball from his arms, which was infused with a light blue substance, like a satin-like texture, which looked a bit like a large marble.

"Will I be able to sleep for the next few days?"

Jenkins stroked the crystal ball as he repeated the seemingly unrelated simple question.

The more dangerous the divination, the more important it is to start with simple questions and gradually go sideways, rather than eagerly looking for answers.

When Jenkins repeated it for the tenth time, the crystal ball reacted and began to spin on its own in his hand.

Immediately after, he heard the crunch of glass shattering in his ears.

And then one after the other, one after the other.

The mirrors on the ground began to shatter one by one, and the candles lit in front of the mirrors were being extinguished one by one.

As the candle went out, the darkness began to spread, coming towards Jenkins layer by layer.

When the last candle was extinguished, the crystal ball shattered in Jenkins' hand and scattered all over the ground.

Jenkins stood in the dark basement, not daring to move.

It was as if I had fallen into a dark abyss, and only despair remained......

It wasn't until an hour later that the voice of a student came in his ears:

"Mentor? Are you still in the basement? ”

Jenkins came back to his senses as if he had woken up from a dream.

In the eyes are intact mirrors, in front of which are burned candles, and in the hands are intact crystal balls.

Jenkins shuddered and fainted.

Pushing a friend's book, also a strong old author, and my style is somewhat similar.

(End of chapter)