Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins opened the back door and walked in. Seeing Miss Mihail was reading her book without permission, he didn't mind. Turning around and closing the back door with his feet, leaving the cold air outside, he asked casually:

　　 "This was lent to me by my father. He said that as an apprentice in an antique shop, he had to read at least one hundred history books to qualify. Which part did you see?"

Section 305 Chapter 300 The Holy Family and Invitation

Miss Mikhail showed an apologetic smile, apologizing for the unauthorized disturbance, and then said in a soft voice: "It's a very interesting book. I'm sorry to read your stuff. I just saw the holy Dicklar family. In part, rumors about this family can be seen even in the most orthodox history books."

It is not a simple matter to put the prefix "sacred" in front of the family name. This at least requires that the ancestor of the family is a genuine son, and that the family can continue to serve the church after the death of this glorious ancestor. contribution.

　　 Just like Jenkins, if his title of son can be announced to the public, and after his death, his direct blood will still believe in the sage, work for the church of the sage, and at least one mortal bishop will appear. Then after a few generations, people will spontaneously call this family the "Holy Williamt Family".

　　 Dad ridiculed this incident. He believes that the biggest stumbling block in the emergence of the "Holy Williams Family" is that their ancestors were not interested in actively contacting women.

　　 "No need to apologize, this book is nothing important."

　　 While he was talking, he put the psychic board and the small pocket on the counter next to Ms. Mihail, and the lady clasped the book again wittily.

　　 "I'm looking for it, dad put the identification result in..."

　　 Jenkins returned to the back of the counter, knelt down and searched for it. Miss Mihail did not look at the things that Jenkins had put aside, but instead focused on the cat who jumped on the counter.

"I'm really sorry for what happened at the Pet Management Center last time. Hathaway may have done it for me, but I am still sorry to involve Mr. William. I heard that the maid also shot you. Really? I was forbidden by my father at home a few days ago. I have never had a chance to explain this to you...

　　 Although in Britney Mihail's view, the two are suspected to be rivals in love, this does not prevent her from admiring the young writer in front of her. It is precisely because there are too many friends around me who have not been at banquets and salons all day long, but have no real knowledge at all, she can realize this man who does not seem to be over 18 years old, but who is actually older than herself. , How amazing it is.

　　 I have also heard some rumors from my father and some friends that Jenkins Williams has been regarded by the church of the sage, and it is vaguely meant to be trained as the next bishop.

　　 With Jenkins’ looks and conversation, Mihail has many friends who are “interested” in him. But she had never heard of someone succeeding, just like the ascetic monks in religious classics and ancient tales, being pure-hearted and low-hearted is no longer enough to describe Mr. William's personality.

　　 "Such a person can be called a qualified gentleman."

　　 She thought so, but at the same time she was warning herself that she must be careful about the relationship between him and her lover.

"it's here!"

　　 Jenkins finally found the page of paper left by his father, stood up and handed it to her.

　　Miss Mihaier opened the paper in front of Jenkins and looked directly at the final conclusion.

　　 "Sure enough..."

　　'S expression is a bit regretful, but he doesn't seem to care very much.

　　 "I want to ask one more question, Miss Mikhail, are you still searching for the so-called unknown power?"

　　 "After experiencing the last dangerous thing, so many friends unfortunately died..."

　　 There was a sad expression on her face, she was referring to the Little Wellington Devil incident.

　　 "Hathaway also persuaded me to stop pursuing things like that. I am no longer like I was before, now it's just a hobby."

　　 Jenkins didn't know if she should believe it, but then she thought about how she didn't have a penny relationship with herself, so she stood by and listened without speaking.

　　 The blonde lady was talking, looking at Jenkins's listening expression, unconsciously thinking about the man's excellence. Determined to let him leave her Hathaway.

　　 "Mr. William, do you have time next week?"

"Uh?"

　　 Why did the topic suddenly turn here?

"What's matter?"

　　 "On Thursday next week, my friends want to use the psychic board to make some small games. Since it is a game, it will naturally be more lively. I don't know if you have time."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins was still hesitating, she added:

　　 "Daddy and I mentioned in a chat, I hope you can participate in such social activities more. It won't be too long, and the activities are carried out at night. Everyone is young and there is no danger."

　　 Jenkins blinked again to look at the psychic board and accessories on the table.

　　 "There is no inspiration, and if the old man knew that I refused, he would be unhappy. Thursday is the first day of next month, and there is no important thing..."

　　 "Okay, see you then."

　　 Miss Mihaier showed a sincere smile on her face, she nodded gracefully, then turned around and stretched out her hand with white lace gloves to greet the maid to take the things on the counter:

　　 "That would be great, my friends should be very happy to see you too."

　　 After leaving the antique shop that evening, the disguised Jenkins went to the second-story western-style building again. Looking up, there are two flower pots. One pot is red, and the other contains nothing.

　　 He nodded, and instead of paying attention to the house, he turned left and entered an alley.

　　 The avenue behind, the empty street with only a few fallen leaves fluttering in the wind. At least 20 years ago, citizens who were away from home did not dare to walk along the walls of houses because they wanted to prevent the trash and excrement falling from upstairs from being drenched.

　　 But with the development of steam power and gear mechanical science, not only social civilization is progressing, but some practical household appliances also appear. The kingdom has spent a lot of effort to regulate the city's sanitary standards. Now, at least on the main roads of the city, you can't see such a scene.

　　 The alley that Jenkins is now entering is also in very good hygiene. Except for some weeds and moss-like things at the bottom of the walls on both sides, the ground here is so clean that it is suspected that this is a private domain.

　　 looked up to the sides, the building next to it was a commercial building, but since there are windows that open to the alley, no one dumps the garbage down, which is very incredible.

　　 walked forward to the end of the alley, a brick wall blocked the way forward.

　　 "Red means fifth from the top, and no plants means first from the left."

　　 He muttered softly, tapped his fingers on the brick wall, and found his target.

Section 306 Chapter 301 Brand New Projection Ceremony

　　 put his right hand in his pocket, tilted his body and looked behind him, and a thin wire was drawn. It is natural to take it out of the large pocket on the side of the coat, insert the wire into/into the cracks in the bricks, and then tentatively pry it aside. When the brick embedded in the wall showed signs of loosening, the iron wire was pulled out, and the red brick was pulled out by hand.

　　 This is a three-story brick wall. Looking inward, I barely saw a note.

Followed the instructions in the note and left this alley. Finally, when the sun had the last gleam of light left, Jenkins passed through the dim fog and saw it on the rocky beach under the St. Seius Bridge across the Westminster River. Miss Magic.

　　 It’s not far from the Joeel Bridge where the cultists were arrested last time. There are many bridges across the Westminster River in Nolan City, and these two are the larger ones.

　　Miss Magic was wrapped in the black robe she wore when attending the party, leaning on the stone pillar of the bridge pier, and it seemed that she had been here for a while.

　　 The sun has set, and only a little afterglow of the setting sun barely shines through the mist to the city.

　　 Jenkins whispered "Rakul", and two silver **** of light flew out of his heart.

　　 There are many lighting abilities, rituals, or objects for summoning light balls, so I don’t worry about revealing identity.

　　 "You haven't waited long, right?"

　　 He asked politely, Miss Magic shook her head, her attention seemed to be on the two light **** for lighting. At this moment they are close to the ground, one close to Jenkins and one close to the woman.

　　 "This...I feel the power from the stars."

　　 She wanted to talk and stopped, but she knew that she could not spy on other people's privacy at will, so she didn't go on.

　　 "The ritual you requested for restoration is far more complicated than I imagined."

　　 said this half of a complaint. Jenkins guessed that this was an expression of wanting to increase the price, so he just assumed that he didn't understand it.

　　 "If it is not complicated, I would not spend such a large sum of gold to ask you for help."

　　 The little white cat standing on his shoulder also called out, which was considered to cater to the owner's idea.

　　 "You are really..."

　　 The wide cuffs of the robe slipped into an ordinary paper bag, and the white hand dexterously caught it, and the mouth of the bag was **** with a thread:

　　 "This is the result of my recovery, but I have to remind that it is absolutely impossible to be 100% as before. My gifter level is still too low, and there are some things that a mortal like me can't do."

　　 "Cooperating with B-07-4-7711, "The Gathering in the Forest", can this effect be achieved in the end?"

　　 Jenkins tried his best to ask in a cold voice, he was creating a mysterious and powerful image of a strong man without feelings. Although the young white cat on the shoulder is enough to collapse this image.

"According to what you said, the original ritual can convene at least 20 people. But now it can’t be done. Without consuming your own spirit, up to 5 people can be remotely projected. Once this limit is exceeded, you need to use it. The person provides the spirit, but I don’t know the exact amount, and you still need to try it yourself."

　　 "...I'm sorry, I hope you won't bring bad news again."

　　 Despite saying that, Jenkins nodded, which is totally acceptable. All he wanted was to communicate with Miss Miller who had left Nolan City. There was no difference between the limit of 5 people and the limit of 10 people. But this kind of thought cannot be expressed, and he wants to use it as an excuse for not adding gold pounds.

　　 "Speaking of which, where is Miss Miller going? She seems to have mentioned it, yes, she is going to Luen!"

　　Miss Magic naturally didn't know what Jenkins was thinking at this time, she continued to add:

"This is all the bad news. Since I have received your golden pounds, I will never deceive you. But I also tried to make up for the shortcomings of the original ceremony. In fact, this should be based on the advent ceremony. The idea of ​​the ritual designer is very good, but unfortunately the craftsmanship is still a bit worse. Using the ritual I restored now, the projector will have five senses instead of the shadow you described. At the same time, the ritual now is a two-way projection , The holder of the beacon can only be projected to the position of the holder of B-07-4-7711, but the latter can be projected to the side of all beacon holders."

　　 This is a good thing. When the two discuss math problems in this way, they will not affect their mood because of their physical conditions.

"This is good."

　　 His simple evaluation, nothing complimented.

　　 Let two silver **** of light fly to both sides of the two, Jenkins took the paper bag handed by Miss Magic, and Miss Magic took the thick stack of paper money in Jenkins's hand.

　　 Although the bridge was very cold and damp, Jenkins used the light of the ball of light to carefully read the restoration results of Miss Magic. The latter waved his hand to make the golden pound float in the air, one by one floating past her eyes.

　　 This kind of scene of banknotes flying in the sky is indeed spectacular, but what makes people distressed is that all the banknotes do not belong to them.

　　 Fortunately, the restored projection ceremony does not need to consume very precious materials. The most expensive part is to make indicators to guide the projection direction, which is similar to the teapot used by Jenkins.

　　 That kind of material is called spiritual magnet, which is a precious and extraordinary material associated with iron ore. The magnet is divided into two parts. When a gifter injects his spirit into the two parts at the same time, at least for a year, the two stones always have a tendency to attract each other.

　　 Although the gravitational force is far less than one-tenth of that of an ordinary magnet, in the field of occultism, the mutual attraction of spirits can lead to very useful abilities and rituals.

　　 "Do you know where to buy spiritual magnets?"

　　 He asked very directly, since she restored the ritual, she should at least use the materials in it to experiment.

　　 "Of course I know that, in fact, I have at least enough magnets to make five pointing objects in my hands."

　　 In Jenkins's reluctant gaze, she collected the thick stack of banknotes, and the eyes under the hood looked at Jenkins again:

"Mr. Candle is really rich. It's rare to see anyone who can directly take out 8,000 pounds in cash. Even a large businessman living in Nolan City is not easy to take out such cash. I think you should There will be no shortage of money."

　　 "No, I am short of money."

　　 Jenkins answered bluntly, spreading his hands: "Believe it or not, you have taken all my savings, and I am now on the verge of bankruptcy."

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Chapter 307 Chapter 302 Pirates

　　 Bankruptcy and the like are of course false. Jenkins still has a small amount of deposits, and the salaries provided by the church and the father are weekly. As long as he does not bear debts, the great writer Mr. Williams will not go bankrupt.

　　 "But I still have some special items in my hand, which you may be interested in. I have one..."

　　 "No, although the magnet is very valuable, it is worse than the numbered B items. I need your help, dear Mr. Candle, after the matter is over, the magnet will be given to you for free."

　　 This is definitely not an accident, Miss Magic had expected this a long time ago.

　　 Jenkins gave a "humph~" without commenting immediately. He looked at the night sky behind them, and two moons had appeared in the sea of ​​stars.

　　 Today’s weather is very good, there are no uninteresting clouds covering the sky.

"whats the matter?"

　　 he asked.

　　 The woman chuckled slightly, stretched her right hand out of her robe, and spread her palm upwards. As the spells that could not understand the specific meaning were read, the yellow spell ability in front of the woman bloomed with dazzling aura.

　　 A billowing pure white smoke rose from the palm of his hand and turned into the appearance of a one-eyed man. To be precise, there was a scar on the left half of the face of this ferocious man extending from his forehead to his chin. The eye happened to be on the path that the scar passed, so it can be concluded that that eye was blind.

　　 "I'm going to kill him, I need help."

　　 "Killing? Huh~ But I at least need to know who this is? I never do anything illegal... I rarely do."

　　 The woman's palm shook twice, and the pure white smoke also shook as the hand shook. It immediately turned into a wanted order, and the person on the wanted order was naturally the man just now.

"Hoover Pissell, work as a first officer on a ship under the pirate king-skeleton king Valen. You don't have to worry that I'm lying to you. You can find his wanted order in the Nolan Daily, but I think we all I don’t have the guts to claim a reward."

　　 Jenkins squinted to look at the murderous (one-eyed) middle-aged man on the wanted order. He has a big nose and thick lips that are almost drooping. A skull-shaped tattoo can be vaguely seen on his right arm. Except for not wearing a black blindfold, this man almost fits all Jenkins's imagination of pirates.

　　 "Do you have any specific information about him?"

　　 Jenkins thought about it and asked.

　　Miss Magic also knows that tonight's action is a bit risky alone, so it is necessary to provide the necessary information.

"A year ago, he was a level 4 gifter, and I am not sure about his current level. There is at most one special item on his body, B-09-4-2737, the wet hair of the evil spirit female ghost, but it is not very dangerous. He came to Nolan alone this time, and he certainly didn't have any companions. The purpose is to trade with the cultists of the Demon Eye Collection Association. He needs an eye."