Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Chapter 862 Chapter 845 Butterfly

　　 "Professor Burns and I have an appointment to go to the library together to help on the weekend."

　　 Before getting into the car, Jenkins also wanted to test how strong his father's determination to let him go.

　　 "It's okay, he won't mind."

　　 Seeing that the train had come from a distance, people on the platform, sitting or standing began to lift their luggage, the old man said loudly in the loud noise:

　　 "Have fun in the Shire, you don't need to come back so early, just before the baptism at the end of the month. Oh, the baptism seems to be postponed to the beginning of the next month, and the starry sky will change the most suitable day!"

　　 "I know~"

　　 Jenkins also replied in a loud voice, in fact, he has left the spiritual magnet in his home.

　　 Without saying goodbye to anyone, the train drove the young writer and his cat far away. Staying away from Nolan City always makes Jenkins very sad. All his relatives and most of his friends live here.

　　 "Think well, at least the Shire won't have so many dangerous things."

　　 Jenkins said to himself, and then stroked the chocolate squatting on the windowsill to watch the scenery. The ticket that the old man gave was a ticket for the VIP car, and he didn't know whether it was his own money or the church could reimburse it.

　　 He also took a train to Shire last fall, but the winter earthquake completely destroyed a tunnel in the east of Nolan, so the train from Nolan to Shire currently has to bypass the mountains. This means that the trip will last until tonight, but the old man said that old Jack will pick him up at the station.

　　 As for whether to live in the church or the old Jack’s herbal shop, Jenkins himself decides.

The 　　 bed was placed under the window, facing the box door, with desks and hangers on both sides. A warm water bottle wrapped in a bamboo strip net bag was placed at the foot of the desk, and it shivered regularly on the floor following the vibration of the train.

　　 Jenkins’s life full of surprises is never lack of surprises. He spends the whole morning reading books. At noon, I wanted to bring chocolates to lunch. As soon as I opened the door of my box, I found that the guests in the box next door were also opening the door.

　　 Those are acquaintances, not only Jenkins's neighbors on the train, but also his neighbors in reality.

　　 "Oh, Mrs. Frante? Such a coincidence, I didn't expect to be able to meet you here."

　　The acquaintance is really Miss Yindi, the middle-aged woman who ate black with Jenkins and bought the crown at auction.

　　 She also didn't expect to be able to meet her young neighbor here. The two greeted each other and went to the restaurant together for dinner.

　　Ms. Yindi’s destination is also Shire, and according to her, she is to visit friends.

　　 Jenkins would not believe this statement. According to his observations, this woman is also traveling fully armed. She must be going to do dangerous things, so Jenkins didn't talk to her much, so he returned to his box after lunch, for fear of being involved in unknown troubles.

　　 Although she still suspects the purpose of Miss Yindi's trip, Shire is also a big city, and the chance that the two will meet is very low. Jenkins quickly put this "acquaintance in a foreign country" behind his head, and began to plan his itinerary in the last few days.

　　Since the old man asked him to live in the Shire for a longer period of time, he would definitely not be able to go home early. When packing up the luggage before leaving, I already left the spiritual magnet on St. George Street, so as long as I project it back and activate [Real Phantom], it is equivalent to being able to move quickly between the two places.

　　 Just don’t forget to leave the spiritual magnet in the Shire, otherwise it would be bad if you can’t come back.

　　 I haven't encountered any trouble again this day, but near the evening, Chocolate suddenly became interested in the butterfly group outside the window. It vigorously scratched the glass with cat's claws and made a noise, almost forbidding Jenkins to eat dinner.

　　 Now is the season of late winter and early spring, everything is resurrecting, and some butterflies are normal. When night fell and it was completely dark outside, Jenkins knew exactly what chocolate was interested in.

　　 It was almost seven at that time, and Jenkins was sitting in the dining room, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, while quietly listening to two middle-aged men at the next table talking about banking.

　　 Judging from their clothing and temperament, the two men should be like businessmen, but Jenkins felt that they were talking nonsense about the new type of banking and currency reform.

　　 But it's really interesting to eavesdrop on other people's conversations like this. He noticed that his cat was also piercing its ears and not knowing what it was listening to.

　　 "Does it know what a bank is?"

　　 The young writer looked down upon his cat, and was amused by the act of chocolate in his heart.

　　 Miss Yindi was sitting across from Jenkins reading a magazine, the name of the magazine was "Beautiful Girl". This is a magazine dedicated to introducing popular styles every season, Jenkins has seen it in girls’ clubs.

　　 Farther away, the waiter served the guests in the restaurant with a saucer. The conductor in uniform was eating while whispering to his colleagues. The lady with her pet dog looked at Jenkins with interest, and her dog looked at chocolate with interest, while the woman's husband, the old man with no hair, was sitting in a wheelchair and dozing with his head down.

　　 This environment is really comfortable, far away from Nolan's disputes, let Jenkins feel the meaning of life for a long time.

　　 "Whenever I want to retire, I will live with chocolate on my own manor. I will have a big house, a windmill, a lavender field, two or three..."

　　 "Oh, God, look at it!"

　　 The woman's exclamation disrupted Jenkins's yearning for a better future. He looked out of the window following the sound very unhappily, only to see that in the black night, the brilliant light spots were moving along with the train.

　　 Look carefully, it turned out to be a group of glowing butterflies, flying only slightly slower than the train. They flap their wings, dots of fluorescence are floating in the air, it is a black night, embellished with incomparably magnificent scenery.

　　 This is a gorgeous scene that can only be seen in oil paintings and dreams. Jenkins even heard the young maid groaning/groaning not far away.

　　 "Is this...what strange species?"

　　 The middle-aged man who was discussing banking just now frowned and asked his companion.

　　 "Probably, I heard that fish in the deep sea glow. Maybe this is some kind of rare butterfly."

　　His companion is also not clear, but in order not to lose face, he explained vaguely.

　　 But Jenkins knows that these things are definitely not an ordinary population. In his eyes, the blue light suppresses the fluorescence of the butterfly itself. This is a group of alien species, a group of alien species whose name Jenkins can't even recognize.

Chapter 863 Chapter 846 Lost Butterfly

　　 The butterflies glowing in the dark night followed the train for nearly an hour, and then gradually dispersed when they approached the Shire, flying into the distant night sky like a luminous ladder. In fact, Jenkins felt that the way they flew towards the bi-moon was more like moths leaping towards the candlelight, but this analogy was not very appropriate.

　　The people in the restaurant car have been discussing with excitement at the window. Most people think this is a symbol of luck. After all, not many people are lucky enough to see such a scene.

　　 If you don’t discuss the peculiarities of those butterflies, they are indeed very beautiful. Even the swarm of fireflies flying in summer is not more beautiful than this, but Jenkins, who knows the truth, has been vigilant during this hour, for fear that the butterflies suddenly merge into big monsters, swallowing the entire train in one bite.

　　 Chocolate has been meowing, as if he is very hostile to those butterflies. Jenkins just remembered that the next spring will be the first spring of adopting this cat. Maybe cats who don't like sports will be interested in flapping butterflies.

　　 The train arrived at 11:32 at night. After greeted Mrs. Frante, Jenkins took his small suitcase and got off the train first.

　　 He was worried that he could not find Old Jack, but he did not expect that the old man would be stuck at the exit of the VIP carriage, standing under the stone pillars of the station, and reading the book in his hand by the light of the warm yellow kerosene lamp above him.

　　 "Good evening, Jenkins, I didn't expect your train to be delayed."

　　 He didn't look up, he knew Jenkins was coming just by the sound of footsteps and meows. Closing the book gave Jenkins a big hug, and the excessive enthusiasm made Jenkins a little uncomfortable.

　　 "Good evening, old Mr. Jack."

　　 This is a very strange title, but Jenkins still doesn't know his real name.

　　 "Have you been waiting for a long time? It's really troublesome to pick me up so late."

"It's okay... and judging from Oliver's letter, if I didn't receive you, that irritable old man might have smashed my shop... Haha, let's not talk about it, Let’s go, it’s too late, stay with me for one night today, and go to church tomorrow morning..."

　　 The night of Shire is very different from that of Nolan City. Far away from the misty city, and suddenly breathing the humid air at the end of winter, Jenkins is still a little uncomfortable.

　　 The temperature here is higher than Nolan, and Jack doesn’t wear cotton anymore. When the two went back in the carriage, the old man kept introducing Shire's characteristics. It seemed that he had received a request from his father to "stay him for a while."

　　 But no matter how good the Charles is, it is not Jenkins' home. He still likes the coastal city of Nolan.

　　 When he got out of the carriage and went into the alley towards the herbal shop, Jenkins talked about the glowing butterflies that he saw on the road. The steps of the old Jack, who was walking in front, stopped for a moment, and he was not dim at all, but looked at Jenkins with bright eyes like a child.

　　 There is no light in the alley, and the lighting depends on the peculiar miner's lamp in Jenkins's hand. He usually explains to people that this is a lighting tool formed by ability. No one has questioned this. After all, the power of the starry sky is too obvious.

　　 It is obvious that the power of the starry sky is primitive and gentle, and it will never let people die.

　　 "Did you touch them?"

　　 The old man was full of excitement, and after receiving another confirmation from Jenkins, he turned and continued to walk forward quickly. The sign of [Kingsley Tea Ware Shop] was broken in half and fell on the road, and the two of them had to stride over.

"It's so early this year? This is a good thing! They are a kind of alien called [Lost Butterfly], which is active near the Shire every early spring. Most of the benefactors in this city know the group of little guys, they are very beautiful, aren't they? "

　　 Old Jack’s herbal shop is in the middle of the alley. Although the location is a bit remote, I heard from my father that the business here is better than the antique shop.

　　Although Old Jack used to sell fake medicines that are not harmful, he really knows how to prepare herbal medicines, and general diseases can be cured.

　　 "Lost butterfly? Is it dangerous?"

　　 Jenkins asked while gently shaking the chocolate he was holding, trying to coax the cat to sleep. He didn't notice, the cat's beard in his arms trembled, and the cute nose shook gently to feel the air in the strange city, and at the same time raised his head to reveal the expression of "Are you stupid?"

　　 "It's not dangerous. Those little guys hate to be close to any living body. Like you said, being witnessed by ordinary people, but something that hasn't been seen for decades. What attracts them?"

　　 The old man guessed for a few seconds but couldn't get the answer. Seeing that the shop was right in front, he began to look for the key in his pocket.

"The only extraordinary ability of the stray butterfly is to randomly move the creatures it touches to any [safe] place. This is quite troublesome. I will grab some stray butterflies every early spring to make prescriptions. Their wings are very good materials. I remember one accident seven years ago when the fingertips of the gloves broke a hole, and then the whole person was transported to a small fishing village on the east coast of the mainland. Oh, this is really a disaster..."

　　 Old Jack’s shop is similar in format to Old Daddy’s antique shop, but the size of the shop is a bit smaller, and the warehouse behind it is huge. The second floor of the store is the living area, and one of the rooms that has been cleaned up is where Jenkins slept tonight.

　　The writer who came from afar is very interested in this place. The small space always brings him a sense of security. Moreover, there is no smell of mist on the quilt, only the smell of being exposed to the sun, which makes him feel very happy.

　　 When they returned to the store, the two slept separately. Although Chocolate was a little uncomfortable with the unfamiliar bed at first, he wandered for a while and lay down beside Jenkins' pillow.

　　 The man turned over on the bed, looked at the sparse starry sky outside the window, and suddenly felt that all this was a little unreal. Away from Nolan, the sky with the stars is so strange that he missed his city a bit.

　　 "Chocolate, are you homesick?"

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat just wants to sleep.

"Tomorrow we will go to the church first, and then we will go to the cemetery in the outskirts to check the situation. I think our trip to the Shire will be very interesting. I remember there are many delicious specialties here... You have heard of Qing Is carrot soup boiled with carrots?"

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat thinks Jenkins is playing it, and it thinks it is correct. The recipes in the hearts of foreigners are very rich, even if they don’t know how to cook, they can “draw” them even if they are familiar with the materials. Every time at this time, the cat can also taste those unique flavors, but it is a pity that Jenkins does not often do this, otherwise the chocolate will like this man more than now.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It wanted to say good night to Jenkins, but Jenkins couldn't understand it. This made the cat suddenly feel a little angry, and planned to snub Jenkins for a while after waking up tomorrow morning.

Chapter 864 Chapter 847

　　 I got up very early the next day. When I had breakfast with the old Jack, everyone and the cat tasted the strong herbal flavor in the porridge, but the taste was not bad. The old man explained that this was a meal formula that he had developed by himself to strengthen the body, and then he was surprised to hear Jenkins say the word "diet therapy".

　　 Somehow, the cat behaves very strangely after waking up. But after accepting Jenkins's beating and touching, he immediately returned to normal, rubbing in his arms on the way to the church.

　　 The Church of the Sage in Charles City is not as big as Nolan City. It is located on a pedestrian street away from the city center. The shops in that whole street are engaged in business activities related to books, printing and education.

　　 The local church received Jenkins with great courtesy, and the elderly bishop personally led Jenkins to visit the church. The local bishop looked older than Nolan's Bishop Palode, but he was in good spirits and walked faster than Jenkins when he went up the stairs.

　　 After handing over the bag of materials, the kind old man asked him whether he wanted to live in the church during his "visit" Shire, but Jenkins hesitated for a while and refused. He came to Shire to investigate some things. He always lived in the church, which was not good for acting alone. Moreover, living with old Jack and listening to him talk about herbal medicine is also very interesting.

　　 I spent the whole morning in the church on Friday, and only met with Old Jack again at lunchtime.

　　 He asked about Jenkins's itinerary in the afternoon. After learning that he was going to walk around, he only told him not to go too far, and did not restrict his travel like his father did.

　　 After all, this is the peaceful and friendly Shire, far less dangerous than Nolan.

　　 To be honest, Jenkins doesn't know much about this city, and the memory of the original owner has no impression of it. Although Shire is also a big city, it doesn't seem to have any distinctive features. Industry, tourism, and even the catering industry are not well-known, but the crime rate is very low in the county or even in the country.

　　 Saying goodbye to old Jack, Jenkins strolled down the street with his cat. I stood in the bookstore for a while, but only bought a copy of Frozen. After confirming that there was no one to follow, he went into the alley and put on a black robe, and then spent money to rent a room in a small hotel, and used the projection ceremony to return to Nolan.

　　 came out of the closet on St. George Street, everything went well. The pretending chocolate also came out of the closet, and some missed this home that had only recently left.

　　 "Shall we go to the circus for a round?"

　　 He picked up his cat and asked softly, of course chocolate would not have any opinion.

　　 The circus is still performing in the Martel Racecourse, at least as of yesterday. After leaving St. George Street in secret, Jenkins got on the carriage and crossed the city, but as soon as the carriage arrived on the outskirts of the city and turned into the path to the racecourse, it was stopped by the police barricades.

　　 "Gentlemen, what happened in front?"

　　 Jenkins heard the coachman asking, so he stuck his head out. The police officer in uniform immediately improved his attitude when he saw that there were passengers in the car.

　　 "Last week’s earthquake, the road in front of me collapsed and the Martell Racecourse suffered heavy losses. I can’t go there anymore. I’m sorry, sir, I think you can only return."

　　 The earthquake happened on Monday this week, and it is Friday now, so this explanation can be justified. The coachman couldn't move forward, so he could only pull Jenkins back into the city. But Jenkins just got out of the car not far away, claiming to "breath the fresh air in the suburbs".

　　 The coachman was wondering what fresh air could breathe in such a thick fog, but the rich always had quirks. He took the money and drove away in the carriage.

　　 "Next, we must act quietly."

　　 This is a country road, and beside it is a large tract of farmland that looks like bald patches. The heavy snow last week also affected the vicinity. As the temperature increased, the snow layer began to melt, but it did not melt completely.

　　 The dirt road under my feet was wet, and the footprints and ruts on the ground were clearly visible. Chocolate will never walk on this kind of road. This cat loves cleanliness very much.

　　 Called out the unicorn while there was no one nearby, the little beast flew up as soon as it appeared, and also disliked the dirty road.

　　 It refused to come down, Jenkins could only call out the skeleton horse with a bone whistle, and then stood on the horse's back, struggling to climb on the back of the unicorn. The pure white little beast seemed very excited about meeting Jenkins again, but the dangerous cat who hated it appeared again.

　　 Of course he knew what that cat was, and he was also afraid that one day he would have an appetite and would open his mouth and swallow everything. But the unicorn clan is blessed by the great master [Lord of Flowers], and now it is also blessed by the man on its back. It is expected that cats dare not do anything.

　　 The last time I called the unicorn was in the living room on St. George Street, after that, Hathaway sent out an invitation to go to her on the weekend. What Jenkins saw during that visit will never be remembered. Thinking of this, he is very happy that he is now "in the Shire", otherwise Hathaway will definitely come back.

　　 "Am I running away?"

　　 The man leaned on the back of the unicorn and muttered to himself, and the cat with his head out of his pocket immediately said "meow~".