[Simple Boxing (White Basics)]
[Contact Healing (Green Life)
Without asking Bernard, Jenkins said what he saw. These two lines of text that looked like skills were not the usual language of the kingdom that Jenkins knew, but he somehow understood them.
"Okay, the healing ability has always been the rarest." Bernard said dryly, his eyes still fixed on the shadow beside the table. He looked even more nervous than Jenkins.
He pulled Jenkins towards the round table, "That's the introduction for now, and we will talk about it when we go out. But remember, you can not just give your skills away. That's the most important secret for people like us."
"Of course I know that, but is not it about gaining your trust?"
Jenkins complained in his heart and then activated his last purple dot of light with his mind:
[Unknown Way Forward (Purple Fate)]
What is the meaning of this?
As they walked through the thick dust on the floor to the table, they both looked dusty because the dust had been kicked up. But when the two arrived at the table, Jenkins noticed that the black-robed man was untouched by the dust.
Jenkins now doubted that it was a living person. He did not move or make a sound. He just sat at the table, which put a strange pressure on the traverser who had just gotten used to his identity.
"Sit down."
A hoarse voice came from the opposite side. It did not sound like a human voice, but more like a mechanically synthesized electronic noise. But of course, considering that this world is currently in the age of steam, it's just speculation.
He also noticed that the mysterious man spoke the common language of the Kingdom of Fidictli, which was more normal than Barnard and Jenkins' accent with the obvious Nolan dialect.
"Do we need to fight?"
Barnard hesitantly pulled Jenkins, who had been perched on two sturdy wooden poles in front of the table, towards him and then asked nervously. "No." The strange voice sounded again.
"That's good."
Barnard's behavior at that moment reminded Jenkins of his eldest brother, who secretly dated without telling his parents because he thought he would not be found out. But in reality, everyone in the Williamette family knew about the affair.
"My butt is a little cold. Is there ice under the stake?" Jenkins could only rely on these unreliable ideas to distract him. The pressure of facing the black-robed man directly was too much.
Barnard, mistaking Jenkins' strange expression for doubt, explained in a low voice: "[Mysterious Place] is a series of fragmented worlds that have come into existence for unknown reasons. We extraordinary humans have to clean them up regularly. Let us talk about the concrete things outside. You should know that we are very lucky to come across the [Mysterious Place] where there is no fighting. After all, I am not very good at facing the enemy head-on, and you are just a beginner."
After saying this, the middle-aged man signaled Jenkins not to speak and carefully asked the mysterious man across from him.
"Hello, what should we do now?"
"Drink."
The mysterious man answered quickly, and Jenkins even had the feeling that there was no gap between his voice and Barnard's last word.
"Is not it actually a robot? No, according to the world, it should be something like an alchemical puppet."
He speculated slowly, straining his ears so as not to miss a sentence.
But the man dressed in black stopped speaking. In the silence, the cloudy air on the round table seemed to spin. Then ten shiny golden bowls suddenly appeared on the table, surrounding the candles, that never seemed to go out.
The outer surfaces of these golden bowls were all lightly carved with branch-like patterns, but Jenkins seemed to think that the shapes and postures of these plants were a little bloodthirsty and wild, similar to the so-called man-eating vines.
The inside of the golden bowl was extremely smooth, and the clear, translucent liquid inside and the golden bowl shone together in the faint candlelight. Jenkins cried out and admired his acting skills at the same time.
Seeing that the black-robed man still did not speak, Barnard declared again, "Perhaps you want us to drink it?"
The black-robed man nodded slightly.
"It's always like this in the [Mysterious Place]. As long as you fulfill certain objectives, you can escape, and then the entrance to the real world collapses. Of course, if we are lucky, We can also get some benefits from it."
"And if we fail?"
Jenkins asked immediately, trying to pretend to be nervous with excitement and panic on his face.
Maybe I should have been an actor.
"Do you think that big octopus you just saw crawled out of the sea?"
He did not explain it in detail, but Jenkins could almost guess that if he failed, two people would die and things in the [Mysterious Place] would spill over into the real world.
I do not know if he has not quite accepted the fact of the crossing yet, Jenkins is not afraid of the current situation, he just feels inexplicably agitated.
Steampunk, magic in a mysterious Place, supernatural?
This excitement even made his whole body tremble, but Barnard seemed to think it was fear.
"In other words, we have to drink the liquid in these bowls before we can leave?"
Jenkins asked again in a low voice that trembled a little, but the black-robed man across from him gave no answer.
"Maybe one bowl per person is enough."
Barnard had already guessed that. He looked intently at the black-robed man, but did not answer.
The cramped room was very stuffy. Judging by his physical sensations, it was probably the end of summer before he entered this mysterious place, and it seemed to be the hottest summer here. Jenkins did not know how long the original owner of the body had just walked, but now that he sat down, the sweat on his body evaporated quickly, and all his underwear was sticking to his body.
He even suspected that the middle-aged man next to him and the black-robed man across from him could smell the sweat on his body. After all, wild boy Jenkins was not, in his memory, a person who liked to bathe. "I will go first."
Barnard seemed to have made up his mind, turned his head and whispered something to Jenkins.
He was very glad now that he had just met a good person when he went over. At least he did not force the "poor newcomer" to step on the thunder.
"Sir, this is really..."
No matter the world, people like that deserve respect. Jenkins is not one of those people who are ungrateful.
"Do not worry, my luck is not that bad." The middle-aged man muttered to himself, as if to encourage himself, and turned his body on the wooden pole. "Sir, may I ask how I can use my ability? The green ability, perhaps it can help me?" Then Jenkins remembered what he had just learned. Only magic can fight magic. Is this rule also useful in this world?