Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 reached out to touch the chocolate fluffy cat's head, and it ducked away.

　　 But anyway, Jenkins’s affection for this lady at least doubled.

　　 The carriage transported Miss Miller and Jenkins to the residence and left. Miss Kingsley did not ask about the relationship between the two, but since they both came from here, it was also the intention to send them back here again.

　　 Without rushing to go back and change clothes, Jenkins took off the ridiculous lady's trench coat and looked at the carriage with two rows of ruts on the snow with his bare arms.

　　 Chocolate is lying on his shoulders, looking in that direction.

　　 The man's face returned to its former solemnity, and the expression in his eyes looking at the carriage was also meaningful.

"Ms. Kingsley probably saw that I love chocolate and wanted to win me over, so she gave the cat the flower. In doing so, she showed you how she took care of her friends and expressed her kindness to me. It is deepening our perception of her "naive and innocent lady."

"Oh?"

　　Miss Miller's mouth curled upwards, showing a chuckle expression.

　　 "I didn't expect you to see this. I found that as long as the relationship with the lady is not involved, the wisdom you show is amazing."

"This sentence my guide also said... She shouldn't have the surname Kingsley? I have read the information about the ice archer. The gift-[Frozen Archer Chess] is obtained, and I will return it. There is a considerable relationship."

　　 "Yes, that is the daughter of the Stuart family, the third princess of the Kingdom of Hampawo."

　　Miss Miller turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. The maid had already come out to greet her.

　　 The two went back to the reception room full of papers in silence, but probably won't discuss math problems tonight.

"The identity of this lady is very important, and unexpectedly she is a nice person. I intend to deepen the connection with her. Now I am using a half-true and half-fake identity, but I hate this kind of fraudulent dating. When safe, I will reveal my identity."

　　 The maid had brought new clothes for Jenkins, and he leaned back on the sofa to let the chocolate move freely.

　　 "Tomorrow, no, she will probably come to investigate the identity of you and me tonight. This young man who grows up in the palace will never trust others easily. How will you arrange my identity."

　　 "If you don't make arrangements, you are a very mysterious gifter who can't find any information. This is enough. If all the information can be found, it will cause suspicion."

　　 Jenkins nodded, this is the same as his thought, it is convenient to do things with smart people.

　　 The two potted flowers he got today will stay here, temporarily let Miss Miller take care of them and look for sellers. He doesn't have room to store these things in Nolan's home, so it is more convenient to replace them with cash.

　　 Of course, that ball called the Protoss Rakul and helped send it back to Nolan.

　　 When the consciousness regained consciousness, I opened my eyes and saw a dark and deserted home. With a shake of his hand, the fireplace immediately ignited a raging flame, and the chocolate also pretended to stand up from the cushion on the side.

　　'S clothes were intact, but when he returned, his spirit was inexplicably missing. The guess now is that the clothing is also part of the Luen project, and its damage and physical damage require the spirit to pay the price of the body.

　　 But this is also good, as long as the spirit is abundant, the projection will not even die.

　　 The small green beads can be retracted into the body smoothly, but no effect can be seen for the time being. Seeing that the chocolate liked it, he didn't put it away, and then let the cat push it to play with it. It seemed to like the new toy.

　　 The short trip to Loen didn't affect Jenkins' life for the time being. The next day, he still had to pretend to be energetic and go to work with his father.

　　 Originally thought that the antique shop had no business and could slept on the counter for a while, but the old man asked Jenkins to go out of town to the Augustus Manor in the morning.

　　 While repairing the tombs of their ancestors that were covered by a landslide, they found a large number of burial objects. These burial objects have a long history, and it is impossible to tell which tomb they originally belonged to.

　　 Although Viscount Augustus respected his ancestors with high ranks, he had no psychological burden for selling these objects. He needs a sum of money to repair those tombs, so it is not blasphemy.

　　 This is a very troublesome thing, the Viscount asked a group of professionals to help identify it. Dad still has things to do today, so let Jenkins go.

　　 Of course, his level is still not enough for the important task of antique identification. This time it just shows that the old antique shop is also interested in that batch of goods. To put it simply, he is just a useless representative.

　　 first went home and took the psychic board, then took the cat in the carriage, and hurried to the manor. Just like the last time the old castle peddled antiques, many people were attracted this time.

　　 The body of Viscount Augustus does not allow him to go out for a long time in winter, so he only receives buyers who are interested in the antiques that have been discovered in the manor.

However, many people also said that they would go to the cemetery to take a look. At first, Viscount Augustus was worried that these people were tomb robbers, but then everyone joined the team to ensure that they were only interested in the ancient noble tombs and would make free restoration plans, so the Viscount So he sent old butlers and servants to lead the way and monitor.

　　 Jenkins is already a friend of the Viscount. After the two met, they first made a few customary polite words, and then discussed the issue of antique sales.

Chapter 393 Chapter 388 The Tomb Keeper Fifty Years Ago

　　 Viscount Augustus's complexion is also very good today, he was full of breath when speaking, and he did not cough constantly when he first met. Jenkins hoped that the poor man would get better as soon as possible.

　　 He then offered to take a look near the mausoleum as well, and politely rejected the servant's suggestion to lead the way, and headed towards the cemetery alone.

　　 Of course, this was just an excuse. Naturally, he did not go directly to the Augustus family cemetery, but came to the abandoned cemetery where psychic games were played.

　　 It's still the same, but because the church sent people to collect clues, the door of the tomb-keeper's hut that was closed when everyone left was opened again.

　　 turned around the tomb area and confirmed that there was no problem in the sight of the real eye, and then carefully stepped back into the cemetery guard's hut.

　　 The round table and wooden chairs used a few days ago were still here, so he sat down directly. When he took out the psychic board, he inevitably disturbed the cat in the inner pocket. It didn't seem to like it here, but it still jumped onto the table.

　　 "How do I use this thing?"

　　 Looking at the psychic board in front of him with some distress, Jenkins thought for a while, got up and went to the door, bent down and pushed aside the melting snow, finally found a fairly complete tombstone.

　　Imitated the process of the women’s psychic last time. After placing the statuettes, I wrote the name I just found on the cluster of decorative painting tombstones with a pencil, pressed my fingers on the board, and started calling in a low voice.

　　 can feel the spirit in the body flowing, and the yellow aura of the psychic board itself blooms.

　　 A feeling of extreme coldness spread from the fingers to the whole body, frowning, the inextinguishable fire burning in the candle will automatically expel it.

　　 At the same time, a strange figure with a stick appeared in front of Jenkins.

　　Different from the one called by the women, this undead did not show offensiveness. Jenkins believed that this was because he used the psychic board correctly, rather than just relying on its power.

　　 glanced at the chocolate, it boringly pushed the green beads on the table, and it really couldn't see the spirit creatures.

　　 This is also good, if it is discovered that the spirit Jenkins is different from the physical image, it may make the cat fall into chaos.

　　 "Are you Rudolph Leggett?"

　　 The undead stood there blankly, leading his finger to point: Yes.

　　 "I heard that there are no corpses in the underground here, why can your soul be called out so easily?"

　　 This is a very interesting question. Channeling needs a medium, a medium that points to the undead. If you accidentally make a mistake, it is easy to summon some terrible things.

　　 And when Jenkins and the women that night tried the names of the corpses in the cemetery itself, no medium was used. There may be two reasons for the success. One is that there are still corpses in the area, and the other is that the dead died here.

　　 The board was motionless, and the undead did not give an answer.

　　 squinted his eyes and thought, Jenkins asked again:

　　 "Where is your body now?"

　　 The letters were selected in order, and the pieced word was a public cemetery on the outskirts of Nolan City. This is the same information that I learned from Miss Mihail.

　　 "Where did you die?"

　　 as he asked, he was vigilant. Every time a question is asked, there will be some strange black mist on the body of the undead. There are black particles visible to the naked eye in the mist, which makes the mood of the undead gradually become unstable.

　　 If the estimate is correct, at most 3 more questions, it will hurt people.

The word that 　　 pieced together is very simple: here it is.

　　 "Who killed you?"

　　 The board moves faster, and the answer is the grave guard. When the board stopped moving, the undead raised his face, fiercely angry.

　　 There was no hesitation for a moment, the old man with a cane rushed towards Jenkins, and then he was beaten up.

　　 sighed, and went to the tomb area outside to look for a new name. Not every name can be channeled. Names whose death time is close to 50 to 53 years ago are most likely to succeed.

　　 Until 4 undead were channeled, I almost pieced together what happened more than 50 years ago.

　　 There is a coincidence in this, that is, the tomb-keeper did not come from the [Death and End] church, but a lonely old man in a small village. He is a cultist himself, a cultist of [The Undead Lord], in order to accomplish something, he spread a plague in the village that can make people temporarily suspended.

　　 When the "corpse" was transported, he actually killed the villagers in the tomb-keeper's hut, which resulted in the death of part of the dead outside.

　　 Someone who had some knowledge of the deceased recognized the holy emblem used in the ceremony just before his death, so Jenkins could know the truth after 50 years, which is also a lucky thing.

　　 As for where the cultist finally went, whether he left the local area or was eventually discovered by the Orthodox Church, the undead did not know this.

　　 Jenkins also found that the number of problems that each undead can bear is different. This is related to the quality of the spirit body. There was an old woman whose body was scattered like mist when she was summoned by the psychic board. When the first question was asked, she directly turned into a resentful spirit and rushed forward.

　　 But it was not without unexpected gains, at least Jenkins knew that the cultist had an experimental warehouse nearby. The place is located under the tombkeeper's hut, but the entrance has been completely sealed.

　　According to the description of the undead, it took Jenkins a lot of work to find some traces of the blockage behind the cabin. Fifty years have changed a lot of things, and the memories of the undead have also been greatly deviated. He had to use his separated soul to explore downwards to find a suitable position.

　　 "Twin Devil!"

　　The black shadow emerged from behind, and then rushed to the flat ground and produced a huge explosion. Although it was confirmed that no one nearby dared to do this, he still looked nervously for a long time after the loud noise before relieving.

The entrance of 　　 was exploded once, which shows that his judgment was not wrong. After the smoke was gone, there was a stone stairway down. Because the space was closed, there was no dust except dirt.

　　 Waited until the oxygen content was sufficient before daring to enter, but after observing the traces of the entrance, it felt more like it was sealed from the inside.

　　 As expected, he summoned a silver ball of light to illuminate, holding the chocolate and climbing down the stairs. When the steps reached the bottom, I saw a mummy lying on the nearest table at first glance.

　　 Judging from his clothes, he is the cultist's tomb guard 50 years ago.

　　 "啧啧~"

　　 Jenkins sighed, then waved his hand to spread the two light balls, illuminating the underground space completely.

Chapter 394 Chapter 389 Bloodline

　　The underground area is not large, and the objects are not greatly oxidized due to airtightness. Bottles with various organs are full of shelves, but on the test bench are some brass nuts and springs. There was a very large steam appliance in the corner, and the metal parts seemed to be shining brightly in the dim space. If the original owner's memory is not wrong, then this should be the first generation of steam engine, and it is still an antique today.

　　 "Huh? I remember this thing is very valuable?"

　　 But since I didn't see the aura, it means there is no special item.

　　 looked around and found a letter on the mummy, which was his suicide note.

　　 "Seal yourself here, who is the suicide note left for?"

　　 This question was quickly answered. Judging from the information revealed in the letter, the mummy is pretty sure that the location of the basement is not only known to him.

　　 But no matter how sure he is, it is a fact that no one has visited here in 50 years.

　　 There is very little effective information in the letter, except that it was unfortunately poisoned during the research process and that it was no longer possible to contact his peers. He put his research results here, if there are faithful who come here, they can take them back.

　　 "Don't touch it!"

　　 Chocolate stretched out his paw, trying to pull the paper in Jenkins's hand, he hurriedly pressed the cat's head back.

　　 This is obviously an unprofessional researcher. He did not leave a systematic experiment report and data record. Jenkins searched here for a long time, only to find a diary-like thing on the third floor of the bookshelf, which contained some records.

The cover of 　　 diary is a dark red that makes people very uncomfortable, without any text, frowning and rubbing the cover, unexpectedly found some raised lines that are not easy to find.

　　 After groping carefully, I discovered that it was in the shape of an encore cross.

　　 "It has something to do with the undead again?"

　　 He muttered to himself, feeling that this was a bit too coincidental.

　　 This time the guess is completely wrong, because about 50 years ago, the believers of [The Undead Lord] did not even know the news that the end of the era was about to come. The information in the diary is a record of experiments after cultists robbed the tomb of the Augustus family and tested the corpse.

　　 The tombkeeper himself is a person from the local village. Since he was a child, he has heard of the special relationship between the Augustus family itself and the **** of death, which is only circulated in the local area.

　　 Today, 50 years later, what Jenkins knows is that this generation of Viscount Augustus has a special relationship with Death, and the difference is big.

　　 The experimental data and the process are all unappetizing things. Turning to the back to check the conclusion, I did not expect that the guy wrote "The Augustus family has a special physique, and the specific situation needs to be observed."

　　 "Heh~"

　　 He has the urge to kick the mummy down.

　　 put the diary back in its original place, and looked for it on the bookshelf again, before returning to the mummy.

　　The chocolate came out of the neckline again, and his two front paws stretched forward to pick up the suicide note beside the mummy.

　　 Jenkins smiled, picked up the paper and put it next to its paws. Unexpectedly, the cat pushed it away with disgust, and then went back into his warm arms.

"This guy."

　　 shook his head, trying to put the suicide note back on the table, but the action stopped.

　　 "Does the chocolate remind me of something?"

　　 Kitten has shown more and more spirituality recently. Jenkins guessed that relying on sensitive perception, it might really be able to find that there is a problem with these papers.

　　 once again read the letter carefully at the light, and then rummaged through the clothes on the corpse. Sure enough, the left cuff of the coat had a trace of being disassembled and sewn back, carefully using a knife to open it along the line mark, and some gray powder appeared in the inner lining.

　　 "Such an old trick?"

　　 Although old-fashioned, it does work. If it is to use rituals, Jenkins has long discovered that it is wrong through aura.