Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　Because of the Elf Whispers and Miss Stuart’s box some time ago, Jenkins is now accustomed to reading these secret letters from top to bottom and from left to right many times.

　　 But this letter has no extra meaning, all the meaning is expressed here.

　　 "First of all, it is now certain that the **** of music must be calculating this matter."

　　 Jenkins muttered to himself, staring at the letter as if he wanted to see a flower in the blank.

　　 "Secondly, the music box is a gift, and I need to give it to believers in the **** of music."

　　 Before opening this coffin, Jenkins did not see the aura of the gift at all, nor did he feel the gift's call to him. This coffin obviously has extraordinary power, but Jenkins will not take it away.

　　 Regardless of whether this is auspicious or not, as long as you think about an equally powerful **** attaching power to this, Jenkins dare not think about it.

　　 "He wants me to save the world...is it Mr. Pisco's situation again? This dagger..."

　　 This is also a class C [gift], and the aura is stronger than the music box.

　　 "Finally, divinity is reward... but I have already taken the reward, what should I do if I can't complete the entrustment..."

　　 Jenkins did not conclude a contract with the [Magic Movement], so theoretically, even if he does not complete the things referred to in the letter, it has nothing to do.

　　 But things will not be that simple. He is still a mortal now, and he will live in the material world for a long time. Besides, he has really taken away that precious reward.

　　 "Okay, I agree."

　　 He said to the air, and then put his hand into the coffin again, trying to fish out the music box and the dagger toy together.

　　 The palm of his right hand touched the music box and absorbed it into his own spirit. And the moment the other hand touched the wooden dagger, a warm air flow flowed down the arm to the heart.

　　 The world seemed to be still at that moment, and everything in the vision was returned to nothingness. In that terrifying darkness, a small tree swayed in front of Jenkins' eyes.

　　 It exudes light, faint but very firm, in the dull void. Jenkins felt that he couldn't think anymore, and his right hand stretched forward uncontrollably, just touching the first branch of the small tree.

　　咣~

　　 The nothingness shattered like glass, revealing the hidden real world. Jenkins was still standing in the cemetery, but the toy wooden dagger was taken out by it at some point.

"what happened?"

　　 No one can answer him.

　　 I didn't feel any abnormalities in my body. On the contrary, compared with a few seconds ago, my body and spirit were abnormally healthy and active. He lowered his head and looked at the toy dagger in his hand, frowning for a long time before retracting it into his own spirit.

　　 called out a light spot of ability, the green one in the center has quietly changed:

　　【The origin of life (green life)】

　　 The small sapling of the Soul Signage has also grown a bit, just like the time when [Contact Healing] evolved into [Healing Breath].

　　 He hasn't spoken for a long time, because he lacks too much effective information, he hasn't figured out what happened.

　　 Soon after, the old grave guard also woke up. He did not lose any memories, but subtle deviations occurred in certain key points of memory.

　　 It seems that after Jenkins came here, he simply opened the coffin and the corpse inside was lying there.

　　 "The decay situation is a bit serious, but Mr. Williams, you are really brave. Have you ever worked in this area before?"

　　 The old man said to the empty coffin, and then prayed again before calling Jenkins to nail the coffin back and bury it back.

　　 Looking at the empty coffin with the lid open, somehow Jenkins suddenly felt a chill.

　　Returning Miss Jones' tomb to its original state, the two turned and left. Jenkins didn't want to stay here for a moment, but he had to sign the gravekeeper's list of relics if he wanted to take the jewelry box away.

　　 After taking the old man's old pen, Jenkins opened the booklet directly, but he turned it back a bit and had to turn two more pages forward.

　　 saw the content of the page that was turned by mistake, his hand suddenly stopped.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 the grave guard asked with concern, thinking that there was a problem with his own record.

　　 "Hmm... Did you not be here for a while last year? I found that the handwriting on these two pages is different from elsewhere.

　　 "Yes, I had a serious illness last fall. It just so happened that the church couldn't provide any manpower for me at that time, so I asked a trustworthy young man to help."

　　 This is consistent with what Jenkins knows. Before Jenkins arrived last fall, Huntress’s intelligence revealed that the cemetery was guarded by ordinary people during that time. That's why he dared to sneak in at night boldly and achieved that drop of divinity.

　　 "A trustworthy young man...what's his name?"

"Screw Pompe, before I came to work here, we were neighbors for ten years. Later, he went to school in the field, but occasionally came back. He came back once last fall, and came to visit me by the way. Let him help keep it for a week."

　　 "Screw Pompe..."

The handwriting 　　 is the same as the handwriting written by Jenkins found in the ruins of the collapsed apartment. Although he is not an expert in handwriting verification, such ugly letters are still easy to recognize.

　　 "Does he have a fixed residence in the Shire?"

"No, Scroo usually borrows to live in a friend's house, or rent a short-term rental apartment by himself. Three years ago, he was unhappy because of this incident, as if the landlord stole his things and hid it... ...."

Chapter 869 The 852th Chapter Incident Detonates

　　 "Is this passing by?"

　　 Within a few seconds, countless clues flew through Jenkins's mind. The prisoner who originally thought it had nothing to do with him had been in contact since so long ago. The source of power for the prisoners during the winter travel is the temporary guard of the autumn cemetery.

　　 "Okay, let's take a look, who is this so-called Scru Pompeii!"

"Any questions?"

　　 Seeing Jenkins startled, the tomb guard asked in surprise.

"This handwriting is very familiar. I think the person you know, maybe I also know... Do you know where Pompeii is now? I heard that he has left the Shire some time ago, but he hasn't Visit me."

　　 "Oh, yes, I also heard that he went to Nolan, as if to receive a batch of goods. The last time I chatted with his father, I did mention this."

　　 Even though it was almost evening now, Jenkins did not stop after leaving the cemetery. He sorted out what he knew, omitting sensitive information such as having been here last fall, and directly reported the follow-up information about those biological experiments to the local church.

Subsequently, the Orthodox Church in Charles City came out to surround the small building of Scru Pompe’s parents’ home, but only after attacking did they discover that all the creatures living there, including Pompe’s parents, cousins, two The servant and a pet dog are all living corpses.

　　 This shows that the focus of Pompeii's research is not biological mutation and reversion, but the undead.

　　 A huge number of human bones were found in the basement of the house, and two "foodstuffs" that had been locked up and had gone mad were also found. Subsequently, an underground test field connecting a whole street deeper underground was discovered. A large amount of necrometic test materials, as well as dozens of high-level undead who guarded the test field, fought fiercely with the gift of the church.

　　 After half an hour, the whole street was blocked. Because most of the residents on this street seem to be similar to the situation of the Pompeii family, all turned into living corpses.

　　 In the bedroom of Pompeii's parents' home, I found a seriously painted notebook. The content in it illustrates the pseudonym that Scru Pompeii often uses-Wilkawang.

"Ok?"

　　 When Jenkins heard the news, he thought the middle-aged man in front of him was joking.

　　 "The research data discovered by Doctor Blizzard Mountain Villa originally belonged to the holder of the Skeleton Sword?"

　　 If according to the current discovery, the real name of the holder of the skeleton sword [Provence Lucar] or [Wilkawan] should be Scru Pompeii.

　　 This young man got the terrible sword two years ago in the autumn. When returning to the Shire, he rented an apartment in the city. The landlord stole his things, took the contents away, and hid the parcels in the wall—the landlord probably didn't look at the worthless books at all.

　　 In the autumn two years ago, those hidden things were obtained by the doctor Bree Dekert who came to the Shire to visit a friend, and the doctor started his own extraordinary path. He hid in the mountains to conduct illegal bloodline and undead research, and it was not until he met Jenkins this winter that he was unlucky.

　　 On the other hand, last fall, Scroo Pompeii returned to the Shire as usual. While guarding the cemetery for his deceased, he passed by Jenkins who "visited" the cemetery late at night.

　　 "Is this... destiny? The information from the Villa Doctor is actually related to the Skeleton Sword? My Skeleton Sword and I are actually related to an encounter of less than 100 feet?"

　　 The cause of the Shire accident was the awakening of the ancient blood of Nolan. Gradually, investigations linked this incident with the information of Doctor Shanzhuang, and further investigations connected Doctor Shanzhuang with Skeleton Sword.

　　 In other words, the bloodline awakening event that occurred in Nolan was most likely caused by the 33-year-old Skeleton Sword holder, [Screw Pompeii].

　　 is so connected, everything makes sense.

　　 "The old grave guard said that Pompeii went to Nolan to receive the goods. Wouldn't the goods be what he traded with the Duke of Antak?"

　　 The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. It is obvious that all the clues are by Jenkins's side, but he has not understood the truth until now.

　　 Old Jack heard this from Jenkins in the evening. He was stirring the solution. When Jenkins finished speaking, the liquid in the bottle had been stirred to the point of being completely scrapped.

　　 The old man's beard was wet, and he didn't care if he was soaked in the splashing liquid.

　　 "I just asked you to take a turn outside, you actually...A-12-1-0044, [Dead Soul's Skeleton Sword]...I understand what Oliver means now."

　　 He opened his eyes wide, and for the first time realized how terrifying Jenkins' ability to cause trouble is.

　　 From tonight, the city of Shire has officially started a curfew, and the local church of the sage has notified other churches of the matter. In order to prevent the corpses and undead in that street from causing a plague, the city hall announced that most of the city has entered a temporary state of war.

　　 Jenkins does not know what it means to be temporarily warned, after all, the original owner has never experienced this. According to Old Jack, it was nothing more than store closures, school holidays, restricted travel during the day, and strict curfews at night.

　　 This is the first time Shire faced such a situation after the all-out war on the mainland ended. Everyone was not prepared. Even though the local diocese had heard of the terrible incident faced by Nolan, thousands of miles away, they couldn't think of the root cause of everything, and it was actually in the Shire.

　　 Even though the Skeleton Sword and its sword bearer are obviously not here now, the diocese still faces unprecedented challenges. Jenkins is very guilty of this. If he had not come here, the city would not face such troubles.

　　 "But even if I don't come to the Shire, and I haven't observed anything here, Scru Pompeii's base camp is local, which is an unchangeable fact."

　　 Want to understand this, Jenkins feels better. He was lying on the bed in the guest room on the second floor of the old Jack store, slanting his eyes and watching the lights flickering outside the window, knowing in his heart that for many people, tonight is probably a sleepless night.

The Diocese of Shire probably finally remembered the warning in the warning letter sent by Miss Bevanna of Nolan before Jenkins came here, not to let Jenkins intervene in the next thing at all, but to politely let him go back and rest. In other cases, he will be notified immediately. Jenkins is also happy, and although he can't go out at night under a curfew, he also has things he can do.

　　PS: The late release is not because the wrong time is set, but because the book guest maintains it.

Chapter 870 Chapter VIII Night and Dream

　　 It's Sunday night. Today, a week ago, both Jenkins and Hathaway experienced things that made both sides blush.

　　 After that, Hathaway never saw Jenkins again. She didn't know that he had gone on business until she received a letter from Mr. Writer early on Thursday morning.

　　 Although Jenkins went to the Shire to find out the remains of the saint, Hathaway believed that he was escaping.

　　 At night, the young girl sat depressed in front of her bedroom window, looking at the moon sky in the winter night. She stayed at home tonight, had nothing to do with her meal, and thought of the man with the cat.

　　 guessed in his heart what he was doing now, and then thought that Britney was probably asleep now.

　　 "I am also a very carefree person."

　　 She told herself softly, but only the thick fog outside the window and the two full moons could hear this sentence.

　　 read the book for a while, then fell asleep. Thinking of getting up tomorrow morning to write a letter to Jenkins in the distance, but I don't know what to say in the letter.

　　 In this way, she gradually fell asleep amidst entanglement and distress, probably because she was thinking about Jenkins before going to bed, and after falling asleep, she actually saw the young man's face again.

　　 is still the same bedroom as last week, but this time there is no blonde **** the bed or next door. Hathaway is wearing her own nightdress, while Jenkins's dress is slightly different from last week, but still the familiar old-fashioned style of dressing.

　　 Hathaway faintly realized that she was dreaming, but did not resist the dream. She stretched out her hand to put her arm around Jenkins's neck, but he refused.

　　 "Hathaway! Hathaway! Be sober! I'm Jenkins!"

　　 The man in the dream said.

　　 "I know you are Jenkins."

　　 said, she wanted to send a kiss again, but Jenkins refused.

　　 "I mean, although this is a dream, I am real! Remember, I should be in the Shire now, and I am entrusting the dream to you!"

　　 "Take a dream?"

　　 The red-haired girl who hasn't fully understood yet murmured, her tears flowed out for some reason:

　　 "You give me a dream again? Oh, Jenkins, you are dead..."

　　 "No, no, no!"

　　 Jenkins waved his hand immediately, shocked by Hathaway's conjecture.

"I'm not dead, this is power. I am using my power to communicate with you through dreams. Do you remember the thing I went to catch the dream monster during the winter trip? My body is lying in the Shire On the bed, the pillow is chocolate!"

　　 Somehow, at this point, Jenkins actually heard the meow in his ear, and from the sound line, it was the familiar meow of chocolate. He immediately searched for this simple dream with his consciousness, but no cat was found.

　　 "Hearing hallucinations?"

　　 He didn't understand.

　　Actually, Jenkins' body is now in the alley next to the house of Earl Hesha, and his [Dream Soul from Body] can only be used at close range. But in order not to cause misunderstanding, he lied that he was still in the Shire.

　　 "Are you dreaming?"

　　 Hathaway finally understood the current situation, and completely awoke from the confusion of her dream. Seeing the surrounding environment and the clothes on his body, his cheeks flushed, but he resisted the shyness and continued the conversation.

　　 "What can I do for you? Are you in trouble?"

　　 "A little trouble."

　　 Jenkins nodded, but did not intend to tell the story of his attempt to excavate the remains of the saint. This will lead to very serious consequences.