Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 His thousand-year wooden heart was all consumed in the Skeleton Sword Incident, and the root that grew into a tree would not have its original characteristics even if it was recycled. It is a long process to reacquire Mu Xin, but such a smooth first root seems to have made a good start for this process.

　　 After returning to the antique shop, he told my father about the exhibition, and my father didn't mind Jenkins asking for a long time off. He just told him to bring some food when he came back at noon tomorrow, so that he didn't have to worry about lunch.

　　 It was ten o'clock in the morning when I returned to the antique shop. The cat, who had just settled in and became more and more active because of the arrival of spring, actually had a visitor.

　　 This is a very difficult middle-aged lady who is very shrewd when talking about the price. It was spent with her until noon before finally selling the plaster statue in the store.

　　 The subject of the plaster statue was a painter two hundred years ago. This painter was not well-known in the time he lived, but his works have risen to extremely high value 50 years after his death.

　　 Critics are willing to describe his abstract paintings with words that ordinary people do not understand, and try to find the meaning that the original author wants to express in the random arrangement of geometric patterns.

　　 "But it's very possible, it's just a color patch for graffiti."

　　 Dad said so, he can't afford to look at people who fry antiques or works of art.

　　 During lunch, the two discovered that the canned fish that their father had placed in the warehouse was broken. After opening, the disastrous smell filled the room, and the chocolate rushed back to the store, trying to push the door closed with its little paws.

　　 In the end, the brave Jenkins clutched his nose to dispose of the jar, but after that, the appetite of the two of them was greatly reduced.

　　 threw the remaining cans into the garbage dump in the back alley of the shop. The old man gave Jenkins a small change and asked him to go to a nearby restaurant to see if he could take out meals. It was the old man who opened the can just now, and he inhaled the smell of rotten fish the most. After the can was disposed of, he even asked Jenkins to treat him before it eased.

　　 "It is the first time that I know that rotten cans taste like this."

　　Walking on the road, Jenkins whispered to his cat. The chocolate meowed a little, and it seemed very lacklustre.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It screamed again, patted Jenkins's profile with the cushion on its paw, and then stared at the cake shop where the two had just passed by.

　　 "No, we are here to buy lunch, not dessert for you."

　　 he warned, and the cat returned to the listless look again.

　　 Because of the stinky fish attack just now, Jenkins has decided not to eat any fish-related food in the last few days. This allows a lot less space to choose from for lunch, but he knows the restaurants around here quite well. He walks north along Fifth Queen’s Road, and after passing the carriage that is slowly coming in, he heads towards the third intersection where the mailbox stands. Turn left; enter the first alley you see, be careful not to touch the wet clothes on the clothesline, throw aside the little boy who deliberately bumped into and tried to steal, and walk out of the alley, you can see the opposite side of the road. There is a mid-range restaurant on the left.

　　 Jenkins can be regarded as the old customer here, and he greeted the waiter to clarify his request, and then sat casually near the door. It took too much time to process the canned fish, and now it’s past lunch time, so there are not too many people in the restaurant.

　　Because he is the only customer, the chef cooks quickly. Thinking that no one would come in again, while Jeenkinsto looked at the chocolate licking his paws, someone pushed open the restaurant door.

　　 That is a beautiful woman about twenty-five years old, carrying a red ladies handbag, with light makeup on her face. That was Agnes Howard, the owner of Howard's detective agency, code-named "Miss Magic."

　　 When Jenkins used his real identity to investigate a detective agency, he had a relationship with this woman. But now he didn't mean to come forward to talk to him, he was still looking down at his cat.

　　Miss Magic did not recognize the young guest who was sitting. She was a young writer who had a relationship. She sat against the wall and talked quietly with the waiter while holding the menu.

　　 "I don't know if she has found the pirate king Femi Xiu."

Jenkins carefully guessed that he bought a copy of "Funny Daily" on the way back from the restaurant to the old antique shop. This is a tabloid that sells hearsay news and exaggerated horror stories, and treats the news inside as stories. It will be interesting to see.

　　 "Oh? Mr. Hood is organizing a party tonight?"

　　 He put together the first word and the last word of the second news item in the third edition, which actually formed the secret code for Mr. Hood's party.

　　 "Fortunately, I still remember this, otherwise I would really miss it."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, and walked toward the antique shop with a meal in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

　　 Just like the speculation after meeting the flower girl in the morning, no strange things happened again today. After a peaceful day, Jenkins said goodbye to his father and went home for dinner.

　　 After planning the writing plan for the third detective novel in the study, he put down his pen, picked up his hat and coat, and went out again.

　　 The temperature is rising day by day, and now even if you go out at night, you don’t need a heavy coat anymore. The chocolate shed that Jenkins was worried about in the past did not happen, but with the arrival of spring, it began to become a lot of restlessness. Of course, this may also be because Jenkins is planning to cut his food recently.

　　 One person and one cat pretended to be walking around, walked for a while on St. George Street, then turned to the next block, and when they appeared again, they had already changed their appearance and flew into the sky.

　　 Although it does not often summon unicorns, this beautiful little beast really likes Jenkins. After landing, it reluctantly rubbed Jenkins's sleeve with its face until the chocolate seemed a little anxious, and then reluctantly stepped into the space wall of home.

　　The location of this gathering did not choose any ingenious location. The location was the two-story apartment building where Mr. Hood was rescued last time and he led everyone to it.

　　 Jenkins landed on the roof of a club that was closed at night two blocks away, and after sending away the unicorn, he took the cat and climbed down the sewer pipe.

Chapter 995 Chapter 978 Thanks to Mr. Hood

　　 In the alley in the dark, climbing down the sewer pipe is not very conspicuous. Jenkins focused on observing where the pipe could fix himself, so he didn't notice that there were people passing by directly below. When he jumped down on the second floor, Mr. White Cat and Jenkins who landed there were shocked.

　　 "Oh, my god~ This is really unexpected. I should be glad that I don't have a heart disease, otherwise I will be absent from the party tonight."

　　 Mr. White Cat recognized the cat on Jenkins's shoulder, so he understood that it was Mr. Candle. After Jenkins apologized in a low voice, the two walked towards their destination together, chatting casually about the recent city's epidemic prevention methods on the road, and then talking about their mutual friend Mr. Black Cat.

　　 Mr. White Cat joined this party and was introduced by Mr. Black Cat.

　　 "I received his letter. He has now settled in Turin and has found a stable job. I really envy that guy. His decision to leave Nolan looks right."

"I also have some contact with Mr. Black Cat. Although he has left, he is always paying attention to the news here. I feel that he still has some regrets about his departure. In Turin, the benefactors have all heard that Nolan seems to be hiding. In the treasure room of countless traps, some people want to come in..."

　　 "Some people want to leave."

　　 Mr. White Cat added.

　　 After knocking on the door, Mr. Hood opened the door for them, and the two were the first to arrive. Mr. Hood prepared food and drinks for the party companions in the living room. The three men chatted for a while and then talked about the killing of the Skeleton Sword holder by the Orthodox Church.

　　 "About this matter, I can tell you some secrets in a moment."

　　 Mr. Hood said mysteriously, and then took out a huge mahogany box from the sofa and placed it on the coffee table.

　　 It should not be an illusion, Jenkins smelled the unique smell of corpse antiseptic.

　　 Hathaway also came soon, and she ran into Jenkins’ neighbor Miss Yindi on the way. The last one came was Miss Magic, she had a damp smell on her body, as if she had just fallen into the water and then quickly dried out.

　　 But the woman only apologized quietly for being late, and didn't explain what she had just encountered.

　　 It has been more than a month since the last party. Everyone except Hathaway knew that Mr. Hood had been busy fighting transnational human trafficking during this time, and even almost took his own life.

　　 He once again explained the reason for the long time difference between this gathering and the last gathering, and loudly thanked the other four people who participated in the rescue activities that day.

　　 "I know if they can find you, you will definitely come to rescue me, Mr. Bailing."

　　 Mr. Hood said to Hathaway, and gestured to her with the wine glass on the table. The red-haired girl with a hood responded with a false voice. She is good at doing this:

　　 "Of course, we have known each other for such a long time, but unfortunately I was not in Nolan that day."

　　 "So, did you just avoid the civil unrest in the city the next day?"

　　 Miss Yindi asked.

　　 "Yes, when I returned to Nolan, everything was over, thank the Orthodox Church, thank the saint son who shot..."

　　 "What a lucky guy."

　　 Jenkins commented that everyone else thought Mr. Candle was talking about Braun, but he was also talking about himself that day.

　　 This is the first time since Jenkins participated in Mr. Hood’s party, everyone was able to sit down and talk. They used to be standing. Before everyone arrived, Mr. Hood had surrounded the four long sofas around the coffee table. He and Jenkins were sitting together. Opposite were Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute. Mr. White Cat and Hathaway were sitting alone. On the sofa, the latter was observing Mr. Candle's cat.

　　 When chocolate changes its hair color, it usually changes its face and body shape slightly. But it only doesn't change the form of its kittens, so after getting more and more familiar with Jenkins and Mr. Candle, Hathaway will occasionally link these two cats together.

　　 But the vanilla-shaped chocolate is very measured. Even if there are fruits and snacks to entertain guests on the table, it does not show any desire to eat. Squatting obediently on Jenkins's lap to accept his caress is completely different from Lazy Cat Chocolate, which likes to lie down or tummy.

　　 Mr. Hood’s house is well decorated, which shows that his financial situation is very good. The decoration style of the house is simple and conservative and traditional, which is the type that Jenkins likes.

　　 Sharing the news started with Mr. Hood, and he immediately said something that surprised everyone:

　　 "I know who killed the bearer of that skeleton sword!"

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins was shocked, but soon realized that Scru Pompeii was not the one who killed him. He quietly squeezed his leg to stay calm, not letting his expression show flaws.

　　 "You mean you know the true identity of the saint son of the Orthodox Church?"

　　 Miss Magic questioned.

　　 The decisive battle in the Evergreen Forest was witnessed by more than 20 gifters from the church. After the incident, in order to protect Jenkins's safety, everyone signed an additional confidentiality agreement and vowed to the gods to keep this secret for life.

　　 And after that, the church released some specious news to explain the defeat of the Skeleton Sword. The more real part is that "a certain saint killed Skrull Pompeii the holder of the Skeleton Sword", and this news has now been known to most people.

　　 "No, the Orthodox Church only defeated him, but did not kill him."

　　 Mr. Hood emphasized this point, and then motioned everyone to look at the mahogany box he placed on the coffee table.

　　 "I killed him as part of my revenge."

Speaking, stood up and pulled the box in front of him, and opened the four metal buckles at the bottom of the box with a click~ sound, and then removed the box body, revealing the chassis and the anti-corrosive Pompeian head on it. .

　　 "啧啧~"

　　 Jenkins made such a sound, and his body leaned back. Although he has killed many people, staring directly at the head still makes him uncomfortable.

　　 The others didn’t speak either, and I don’t know what Mr. Hood means. Now that the church announces that Pompeii is dead, all the rewards and wanted for him are naturally cancelled. Even if you go to church with this head, you will not get any reward.

　　 "This is a gift from me to everyone, as a thank you for saving me."

　　 He said cheerfully. Seeing that there was still no one talking, he took out a sticky note from his pocket and placed it on the table. It had a red light.

Chapter 996 Chapter 978 Pompeii's Knowledge

　　 The so-called memo pads are actually pieces of paper of the same size held together by glue that is easy to tear apart. You can get a sticky note by tearing open a page directly when you use it.

　　Mr. Hood’s book is already very thin, and visually, the remaining pages do not exceed 20 pages.

　　 The living room of this house is much smaller than Jenkins's living room, but in this way the light of the gas lamp can better illuminate every corner. People other than Mr. Hood didn't know what it was, but they probably all guessed that it was something extraordinary.

"This is a peculiar item that I got during an adventure in a sedid realm in my early years. It has helped me a lot over the years. Because it was brought directly from the dreaded realm, of course the church has no record of it. I have been groping for so many years, I barely understand what this is."

　　 said, he tore off the top note and pressed it on Pompeii's head.

"Put any piece of paper on the head of a deceased creature, and you will randomly get a piece of knowledge he possessed during his lifetime. Of course, the completeness of the head must be more than two-thirds, and the brain tissue must be complete. Knowledge obtained It's completely random, by luck, and has nothing to do with the mastery of the head owner."

This is simply the best category B [extraordinary] prepared for murderers and unearned people. From the thickness of the memo pad, it can be seen that Mr. Hood should have used it many times over the years, but I don’t know that he did it for "Knowledge" took the initiative to kill several people.

"Each head can use sticky notes multiple times to obtain knowledge, but the high probability is [how to breathe more evenly] [how to make delicious bread] [how to match middle-aged men’s clothing] and other **** knowledge from my personal According to the experimental situation, the probability of obtaining useful knowledge is less than one in twentieth. Of course, this is also affected by how many things are in the head."

　　 Having said this, he looked at Jenkins, Mr. Hood, Miss Silver Flute, and Miss Magic in turn.

"This is my gift to you. Everyone can use a sticky note. But I hope that those who have obtained the knowledge can show that knowledge to others, so as to prevent someone from obtaining the [skeleton sword] with a very low probability. I’m hiding somewhere]’s information."

　　 This is of course a reasonable request, and everyone present will not fail to agree. And Hathaway was the only one excluded from this event, after all, she was not in Nolan that day and did not participate in the rescue.

　　 Miss Yindi was the first to tear off the note with her hand, and after making a disgusting voice, she reached out and stuck the piece of paper on her head. After a few seconds, Mr. Hood reminded that it was okay, and she quickly withdrew her hand, took a look at it herself, and then "tsk~".

"bad luck."

　　 said, she handed the memo to the lady next to her without any scruples.

　　 "Oh, this is really interesting."

　　 Everyone looked at the densely packed text written on that piece of paper in turn, which tested their eyesight. The above describes how to obtain qualified ceremonial materials in a cemetery, which is of no value to everyone.

　　 Then there was Miss Magic. She didn't seem willing to touch the head, but she extended her hand according to the instructions. After reading the above, the woman hesitated for a while, tore the piece of paper from the middle, and then gave it to the people next to her.

　　 Although the paper was destroyed, it could be seen that it recorded a unique method of resuscitating the skeleton soldier. The peculiarity of this method is that instead of using bones, plaster and bone meal are used as substitutes to directly summon the undead. Although the undead summoned by this method is very fragile, considering that it does not use bones, this is really amazing.

　　 I just don’t know if this was researched by Pompeii himself or the knowledge provided by the Skeleton Sword.

　　 Then came Jenkins, who first touched the chocolate with his hands twice, hoping to bring him good luck. Probably it was [Destiny Stage] or the action just now really brought the hermit's favor. In short, when the sticky note was put on his head, he knew that what he had acquired was definitely not ordinary knowledge.

　　 That piece of paper is melting, and it melts very fast. Although he didn't feel the heat, Jenkins quickly let go of his hand.

　　 When his hand returned to his side, when there was a soft sound, a red sphere appeared in the ashes of the note paper. The sphere was as big as a glass bead, filled with red air, and even faintly saw Pompeii's roaring face flashing across the surface of the sphere.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate made a righteous threatening sound and tried to jump over and use his own mouth to destroy the bead for Jenkins. But Jenkins thought that the current situation had not reached the most dangerous time, and he didn't need his precious cat to take action, so he pulled it back and put it on his lap.

　　 "Oh, this is really... lucky, I have only met once so far... Mr. Candle, you have directly acquired a Pompeii ability."

　　 Mr. Hood’s tone contained both surprise and regret. He motioned to Jenkins to twist the beads and continued to explain:

"[Ability] also belongs to knowledge. Knowledge directly acquires the ability of the gifter, and the probability is very low, really very low... You can directly obtain the ability represented by the bead by directly receiving the inner part of the bead by inspiration. But this process is a bit dangerous, because it contains the grievances of some of the dead. Before using it, it’s best to prepare some rituals to purify grievances and maintain inner peace, or similar charms to prevent being affected by grievances. Of course, I have not found any use Before this kind of beads, the method of knowing the content of abilities..."

　　 "Mr. Candle, do you want to sell it?"

　　 Without waiting for Mr. Hood to finish the introduction, Mr. White Cat asked directly.

　　 "No, I don't have this plan yet."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, even if he has no empty bubbles at the moment, he doesn't want to make such an interesting thing.

　　 The last one is Mr. White Cat. Because of Jenkins's harvest, he immediately became very interested in the post-it notes. Before using it, a set of blessing rituals that no one could understand were performed, but in the end the Hermit of Fate did not favor him.

　　 "Oh, the maintenance and cleaning of formal wear... Is this person's true identity a clerk in a dry cleaner?"