Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The recent turmoil in Nolan City has also led to price changes in the material market. Simply put, it seems that everything has gone up overnight. Jenkins clearly remembered that at the last party, someone exchanged 7 pounds for a whole piece of dragon dung (about 4 ounces), but this time the price has soared to 12 pounds.

However, the changes in material prices have not weakened people's desire to buy. On the contrary, the inspirational gifters think that this is a harbinger before the huge storm hits, so most people are replacing the colorful pieces of paper in their hands with practical ones. Items.

　　 In addition to simple item transactions, many people also conduct information transactions. In addition to the most popular followers of the new gods, people are generally concerned about various rumors related to the city recently.

　　 It seems that the news that the end of the era is about to come has become widely known, and the special status of Nolan City has also been widely spread. From various questions and commissions, Jenkins learned that a creature suspected of being a pure-blood dragon appeared in the back mountain of Little Han Gordon Village in the east of the city. Since this month, there has also been a "world in the mirror" in the city. Urban legend.

　　Various strange organizations appeared around the city, and the Churches of Righteous Gods and False Gods are also in frequent activities. Jenkins really felt the ups and downs, but he didn't know how many people could seize the opportunity that only happened once in thousands of years.

　　Professor asked for the stone slabs in the ancient ruins at the gathering, no matter what the content was recorded. He didn't have money and no place to lose, but he wanted to use stone slabs as materials to trace the true colors of the ruins through rituals.

　　 There are many rituals related to time and history in his hands, all of which were given to him by the strange existence in that dream. The church never asked the professor to surrender this, and he never revealed this knowledge to a second person.

Professor 　　 always said to Jenkins: "The gifts that fate gives to people are actually marked with prices. I will wait quietly for the day of repayment, it will not be too long..."

　　Because of this idea, Professor Burns always thinks that Jenkins's luck is the real luck, because his bad luck and luck are equal, which is really amazing.

　　 In this gathering, the most valuable deal happened between a strange woman and Mr. Corpse.

　　 The woman begged Mr. Corpse to help her find a lost relative, and told Mr. Corpse without hesitation that the loss of that relative was related to the trick A-06-03-3117, the black haunted house.

　　 "So, what price can you pay?"

　　 An icy voice came from the open locker.

　　 "I have a large estate in Turin, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Chessland. The house and land are mine, and I can use these transactions."

　　 The woman raised her head, and replied with some fear.

　　 "Yes, I will give you the answer within one month. But even if the commission fails, you must pay 1,000 pounds."

　　 "Okay, thank you, sir!"

　　 The power of Mr. Corpse refreshed Jenkins's cognition again, because he knew that even Miss Bevanna would never take the initiative to provoke a trick.

　　 Moreover, the conversation between the two just now did not shy away from other people. Everyone heard the address of the manor.

　　 "The woman can hide herself after disposing of the manor, but Mr. Corpse doesn't worry that someone will infer his identity from the new owner of the manor?"

　　Although he has such an idea, Jenkins has not been arrogant enough to investigate. Moreover, he didn't have any friends in the Kingdom of Chessland, even if he wanted to investigate, he couldn't start.

　　 At the end of the party, as usual, someone asked Mr. Corpse for guidance. He was playing a role similar to a prophet. After all, his words never seemed to be missed.

Chapter 471 Chapter 464 Dad's New Business

　　 Jenkins originally thought that this time the problem would be directed at the believers of the new gods, but he did not expect that people's desires would be stronger.

　　 "Sir, is Nolan City the place of fate in those weird rumors? What are the Orthodox Churches and illegal organizations pursuing?"

　　 "They are naturally chasing fate, but destiny never pity those who actively pursue it."

　　Mr. Corpse's answer was as expected and obscure. Rather, it would be very strange if he told the secrets he knew straightforwardly.

　　 With some questions, the party officially ended, and the professor and Jenkins left silently.

　　 After climbing over the fence of the hospital, the depressed mood improved abruptly. The snow is still falling, but it is very small. Walking in the wasteland with the professor, turning around without comment, the abandoned buildings are crawling there like a wolf in the middle of the night.

　　 "Mr. Corpse always feels weird to me."

　　 While letting the chocolate free from the shackles of his coat, he whispered.

　　 "Yes, I also think this gentleman gives me a different feeling from Miss Bevanna, who is also at level 8."

Professor 　　 agreed with Jenkins, but he also warned:

　　 "But don't rush into the true identity of Mr. Corpse. We all know that a fool once did such a thing last year, and then he lay in the cabinet under Mr. Corpse."

　　 Jenkins nodded and asked:

　　 "Do you know anything about this gentleman? In fact, apart from our party, I have never heard any rumors about him in Nolan City."

　　 "Mr. Corpse is very low-key. Speaking of it, I never seem to have heard of this gentleman from other places..."

　　 After they left the hospital, they rode Jenkins' horse back to the city. This horse has an extremely docile personality, even if he can't ride a horse, he can understand the owner's mind to a certain extent. But if you want to use it more effectively, you still have to learn horse riding skills.

　　 Jenkins’ plan is to wait for the spring of the coming year and ask Bishop Parode to find a professional equestrian teacher for him. After all, winter is not a good season for outdoor learning.

　　 The next day is Saturday, the 24th day of this month, the snow that lasted for one night finally stopped in the early morning. However, due to the small amount of snowfall, the road surface was not completely covered. When Jenkins took the cat to the street, only some small shopkeepers wore cotton gloves and yawned to sweep the snow on the steps of the shop.

　　 The work in the morning is still so boring. After the unexpected frequent visits a few days ago, the business of the antique shop has become less prosperous. Because of this, Dad had plenty of time to test Jenkins' recent learning progress and taught him some not powerful but very interesting rituals.

　　 While the two were having lunch, a little boy hurriedly broke into the shop. He was wearing a visibly large gray coat with colorful patches on his earth-green trousers. But the hair is neat and tidy. Judging from the crooked hairstyle, it is most likely that it was his own trimming.

　　 "Good noon, Mr. Oliver! Good noon, Mr. William!"

　　 After embarrassingly greeted the two holding spoons, the boy handed out a letter.

　　 Jenkins wisely took out a silver coin and gave it to the boy. After the boy thanked again, he hurriedly left. This is one of the children of the old man who is responsible for delivering the letter, and Jenkins has seen it several times before.

　　 wiped the palm of his hand with a towel, and the old man shook the letter paper slightly. He frowned slightly, showing a puzzled expression, then smiled and shook his head, and flicked his finger on the edge of the letter paper.

　　 "I think you should also have time in the afternoon? Go out with me, there is a big business, I think I need someone to help me ship the goods."

"No problem at all!"

　　 Because there is some food in his mouth, the voice sounds vague:

　　 "But daddy, there won't be another accident this time, right?"

　　 "Why do you want to say it again? The last time I went to the Mr. Ink club together, wasn't it safe?"

　　 This sentence is true, but the two encountered a street murder on their way back, and the one visited was killed shortly afterwards, and even the body was burned to ashes for the ceremony.

　　 Of course, Jenkins sensibly did not point this out.

　　 This time I went out for the business of the antique shop, not for other dangerous things.

　　 This is how things are. A poor family named Stres lives in Pig's Tail Alley in the east of Nolan City. But their house has a very valuable antique vase about 300 years ago. The old man didn't know exactly how the vase fell into this family's home, but he knew the value of the vase very well.

　　The Stres family has three children. Of course, relying on Mr. Stres's meager income, it is impossible to feed a family of five. But no matter how the old man persuaded him, he refused to sell the vase, so he hired some people to inquire about the family's situation at any time.

　　 is not monitoring, just to know the whereabouts of the vase for the first time. Of course, it also has the meaning of protection.

　　 The turning point came in the morning. Mr. Stres was going to work at the dock, but he returned home early. After a little inquiries, he found out that he accidentally remembered the number incorrectly because of an accident, so he lost his job.

　　 Dad thinks this is a good opportunity, maybe this event can make the vase business close.

　　 The neighborhood where Pig’s Tail Alley is located is not a slum, but there are too many unremarkable dirty alleys in Nolan City.

　　 rode the carriage to the alley. The old man took out a note from his pocket to reconfirm the address, but his eyes were full of doubts.

　　 "When I came last time, this was indeed an alleyway..."

　　 In front of the two of them is a newly built brick wall, and some sludge can be seen in the gap between the red bricks.

　　 Jenkins glanced around: "Does the city hall think that such an alley is leaking on the street and it is a hindrance to the city, so it blocked a section?"

　　 "Where is the rule?"

　　 Daddy glanced at him strangely, then looked at the letter sent by the boy: "It's not mentioned in the letter. Could someone build a wall here during the morning?"

　　 "Let me ask."

　　 Jenkins nodded and said, took the probing cat out of his coat and placed it on the ground, then put his hands in/pockets, and leaned his head sideways across the street.

Across the street is an old bookstore named Green Parrot. Through the window, you can see densely packed old books on the shelves. You can also see the gray-haired boss lying sleepy in front of the counter while a parrot is standing. On the shelf above his head.

Chapter 472 Chapter 465: The Lost Jenkins

"welcome!"

　　As soon as the door was pushed open, the parrot cried out impatiently. The bookstore owner raised his head sleepily, and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his gray sleeves:

　　 "Sorry, good afternoon, guest."

"Hello there."

Jenkins looked around. The store was extremely crowded. The distance between the bookshelves and the bookshelves was extremely narrow. So he pulled out a thin black old book from the side with the words "Old Times" written on the cover, which seemed to be A collection of poems of unfavorable poets.

"how much is it?"

　　 put the old book on the counter, leaning on his side, the sleeve of his coat was pressed against the table top by his arm. Glancing back, Chocolate was rushing across the road at a very fast speed, and the old man looked helpless across the street.

　　 "This...11p."

　　 The printing quality of this book is extremely poor, and some holes have been eaten out by insects due to poor storage. In fact, it is almost the same as waste paper.

　　 When he flipped through the poems inside, his thoughts became firmer.

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 Jenkins waved to the boss, walked quickly to the front of the store, opened the door, picked up the chocolate, and then walked back again.

　　 "Sorry, how much did you say?"

　　 "8p."

　　 He said vaguely, as if he was not awake.

　　 took out the wallet from the side pocket of the coat, pretending to be counting:

　　 "The old books here are so expensive!"

　　 "Eat with a meal."

　　 The boss muttered, and took out the paper from the counter to help him wrap it up.

　　 "If you open a store in such a good location, you will be short of food? Huh? Why is the alley on the other side sealed up?"

　　 At the same time when he asked this sentence, Jenkins suddenly realized that he was doing useless work after going around such a big circle.

　　 "I'm not engaged in secret investigation, can I just ask?"

　　 He complained about himself.

　　 "I was sealed up by a group of young people in the morning. I heard that the steam pipe renovation of the city hall was coming here. It was sealed up to facilitate construction."

　　 Jenkins nodded, picked up the wrapped book and put it in the pocket of his coat, then turned and left.

　　 pushed open the door of the second-hand bookstore, and subconsciously looked to the side to confirm whether there was a carriage passing by to walk through. When he raised his head again, he was suddenly stunned because the old man across the street had disappeared.

Just two minutes ago, when Chocolate crossed the road, Dad was still standing right in front of the new wall. The street is not very wide. There can be at most three carriages driving side by side, so if he wants to leave, call Jenkins. Can hear it.

　　 walked quickly across the street with questions, looked around, but did not see any pedestrians. He opened his true eyes and looked at both sides of the road, but didn't notice the light spot representing the old man.

　　 "Strange..."

　　 scratched his hair. After all, in Jenkins's impression, Dad was definitely not the kind of person who left without saying a word.

　　 "Chocolate, can you smell the daddy?"

　　 He hugged the cat and asked in a low voice, but Chocolate directly scratched his face with his paws, probably because he was dissatisfied with Jenkins treating it as a dog.

　　 stood there for a while again, and did not see the old man come back. He raised his collar to cover his face and confirmed that there was no one on this street for the time being, so he activated the cat's graceful ability, walked up a few steps and climbed the low wall with his hands, and then turned down again.

　　 There are no people in the alley, only some domestic garbage is placed by the wall. In the middle of the alley, there is a tree whose leaves have all fallen. The residents tied the rope to it to form a clothesline grid like a spider web.

　　 Due to the snow last night, today is also cloudy, so there are not a few clothes on the clothesline.

　　 The door closest to the low wall is the back door of the building facing the street. There are some fresh food residues in the trash can by the steps. But the black iron door was open, and there was no janitor looking inside.

　　 "Why are you so careless?"

　　 Jenkins murmured, and then walked to the address that the old man mentioned.

　　The Stres family lives on the top floor of a small red two-story building in the alley. This house is probably similar to an apartment building, except that it is unusually simple. From the structural point of view, it is impossible for each individual house to have a bathroom and toilet, and it is very likely that people in the same building will share one.

　　 "Is there anyone, please?"

　　 Downstairs is a rusty fence gate, and there are no doorbells or bells. After shouting a few times, he didn't agree, but with a light push, the door was actually opened.

　　 "Why don't you close the door?"

　　 He whispered, then looked up at the dilapidated small buildings around, and did not see any residents.

　　At this moment, he finally realized that something was wrong.

　　 didn't walk into the fence gate, but frowned and walked back to the road from the other end of the alley with chocolate, without seeing anyone. After looking at the empty carriage with no horses or coachmen on the side of the street for a while, he opened the door of the gold shop on the side of the street.

　　 There is also no one. If Jenkins wants to, he can ransack here with chocolate now.