Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "What is going on again?"

　　 He doesn't understand the current situation at all. B-07-1-6233 is an uncertain future, and someone who seems to be the future knows that he will be here at this moment, and "someone" is himself.

　　 "A trap? Or is this really a hint?"

　　 Because of A-10-1-0230 [Parchment from the Future], he is very wary of things that claim to be from the future, especially those that try to give him information about the future.

　　 is more inclined to disbelieve the note in the picture frame, close his eyes and want to wait for the end of this "traversal". The eyes swept to the side subconsciously, and there was a note in the empty space of the bench, and it was written in English letters.

When 　　 tried to read it out, it was discovered that it was Chinese Pinyin. The specific meaning is:

【That is true. 】

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins really doesn’t know what to do. He has never heard of B-07-1-6233 and can get hints from himself in the future.

　　 "This is an uncertain future!"

　　 He told himself again, and then caught a glimpse of another note under his feet, which is not Chinese Pinyin, but Chinese written horizontally from the bottom left to the top right:

　　 [I know I am very suspicious, don’t worry, it’s true, you will get everything you want. 】

"this is......"

　　 Jenkins is still not sure whether this is a gangster who wants to harm him, but he still memorizes the information on the note in the picture frame firmly. He closed his eyes and waited for the time to end. He didn't wait too long, and the familiar feeling of fatigue caused the man to fall asleep again.

　　 After this return, the physical discomfort has reached its peak. As soon as he opened his eyes, he began to retching, and the pedestrians passing by looked worriedly here and wanted to help, but Jenkins reluctantly waved and refused.

　　 Soon the old painter Grant returned with warm water. According to him, Jenkins's complexion became worse, almost as pale as a white paper. Now that there is no mirror, Jenkins can't see what the so-called "white face" is like, but he knows he really needs a rest.

　　 once again rejected the offer to find a doctor, and asked the old man to find a free carriage. Jenkins knows that his physical condition is not optimistic. After B-07-1-6233 is over, it is best to leave here and find a place to rest immediately.

The fifth crossing took place after 7 minutes and 13 seconds. After regaining consciousness, Jenkins leaned forward from the bench, grabbed the arm of the chair with one hand, knelt on the ground with one knee, and covered his chest with the other hand. , Gasping for breath, he felt his lungs burning at this moment.

　　 From the side of the field of vision, the woman's hand stretched out from the other side, gently supporting Jenkins, and letting him sit back on the chair. Those soft and white hands were placed on his forehead, and the green breath permeated from the hands and slowly penetrated into Jenkins' head.

　　 "Uncle Jenkins!"

Chapter 1003 Chapter 985 The Future

　　 "Uncle Jenkins, what's wrong with you?"

　　 When the young girl helped Jenkins for treatment, she whispered his name. Seeing that Jenkins didn't respond, he asked about his health with concern.

　　 The fifth crossing is finally not at night, but the gallery corridor is still empty. Brilliant sunlight spilled into the gallery from the windows, there was no fog or rain outside, and Nolan’s sky was blue sky and white clouds.

　　 Now only the girl next to him is here. The familiar "Williamt" uncle reminds Jenkins of the little girl dozens of minutes ago.

　　 endured the intense nausea and raised his head. There was a frame on the opposite wall, and only a metal statue was placed there.

　　 The metal statue in the state of being displayed is placed on the booth, but the metal statue is not forged from smooth metal, it is more like a spliced ​​structure of complex gears. Jenkins does not know the character depicted in the metal figure, but the unique mechanical beauty and absurd sense of order give Jenkins a familiar feeling.

　　He thought of [Mechanical Light] inexplicably.

　　 turned to look at the twenty-year-old girl next to her. Although time may have passed for a long time, we can still vaguely see the features of the little girl carrying the flower basket a few minutes ago. At the same time, the facial features of the Williams family also appeared on her already opened face. This is indeed Jenkins' niece.

　　 "Aren't you surprised that I am still very young?"

　　 If the last meeting can be explained as ten years, Jenkins hasn't changed much, but this time it should have been at least twenty years.

　　 "Uncle Jenkins, what's wrong with you?"

　　 The girl looked worried, she acted like Jenkins said something crazy, "have you always been like this?"

　　 She raised her hand to continue treating Jenkins, but Jenkins refused.

　　 It is now certain that the girl next to him is Jenkins' blood-related niece, which at least shows that the Williams family is still safe in this future.

"How will you be here?"

　　 Jenkins no longer wants to ask about time and key events in the future. He doesn't know which part to believe in. So now this is to pass the time in small talk, waiting for this **** incident to end as soon as possible.

　　 "Have you forgotten? It was you who asked me to return to Nolan to give a holiday gift to my past friends. Uncle Jenkins, are you really okay?"

　　 "It's really okay."

　　 Jenkins shook his head. He still wanted to continue to explore the status quo of this possible future, but he could not find a suitable question. Even though I was curious about things like "Who is your aunt?", reason still prevented Jenkins from asking.

　　 rashly exploring the future will lead to fate, this is what Miss Audrey emphasized in the first class.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins stopped talking, the girl stopped talking, and sat quietly beside Jenkins. When she was a child, it was difficult to see the details of the face, but when she grew up, she could really perceive the features that belonged to Williams.

　　 Jenkins is very happy to see his relatives in the future. He likes this kind of future, even if it shows that he still resides in the material world.

　　 struggled inwardly, although contradictory, but finally decided not to ask anything. After making this decision, I felt a lot easier, and I even felt that the headache on my head was somewhat relieved. Jenkins sighed and continued to press his temples.

　　 was quiet for dozens of seconds, and clear footsteps appeared from the corner of the corridor little by little. Jenkins raised his head and looked there. A middle-aged man carrying a cane appeared from the corner.

　　 He is wearing a brown formal suit, and the pocket watch chain can be seen in the pocket of his shirt, and the button on his chest can be seen. The age will not be more than forty, but it looks a bit fierce, not like a serious ordinary person.

　　 "Anyone you know?"

　　 Jenkins asked his niece.

　　 "She does know me, but I'm here to kill her, Kris Williams, are you ready...huh?"

　　 The man saw Jenkins's face, and his puzzled expression was immediately revealed. He froze for a full second, then turned and ran, exposing his back into the enemy's field of vision.

　　 But the man was too close to Jenkins just now, and the vines spreading out of the void went directly into his temple. As he fell to the ground, the illusory small round coin rolled under Jenkins's feet.

　　 Jenkins bends down to pick up the incomplete coins and hand them to the girl next to him. By giving his niece pocket money and taking away the newspaper, he has verified that he cannot "give" anything in the future, nor can he get anything from the future.

　　 niece Kris Williams was not surprised by Jenkins' actions. In this future, she should know some secrets of "Uncle Jenkins".

　　 "Oh, it's a crime coin~"

　　 The girl sighed not so surprised, as if she found that the reading gift that Jenkins gave her was a stack of review materials for arithmetic classes.

"Uncle William, I said, I don’t have your luck, talent, and hard work, nor do I want to be immortal, let alone be transformed into those strange things. So please don’t give me any more coins, even though you have embarked on it. The first way, but don’t force me to take the second way."

　　 "Huh? Sorry, what did you say?"

　　 Jenkins was a little puzzled, but he immediately understood that his future niece was very clear about the role of criminal coins at the current point in time. Those small round coins seemed to be related to the second road to immortality mentioned by Peter.

"I mean......"

　　 Chris Williams paused, frowned and looked at Jenkins' face.

　　 "Uncle Jenkins, you seem to be a little different today."

　　 She took Jenkins's hand and put it on her head, and then motioned Jenkins to touch it. After Jenkins did it blankly, the young girl immediately showed a dazed expression:

　　 "I'm not proficient at all! I see, you are the old Uncle Jenkins!"

　　 She showed a surprised expression, and then made the gesture of wanting to hug Jenkins, but Jenkins's sleepiness has already surged:

　　 "I should go, and I must be careful when I go out in the future."

　　 He could only leave these words to his niece, and then leaned back gently, closing his eyes to let the sleepiness completely overwhelm him.

　　 "Okay, I will pay attention."

　　 Kris Williams said with an aggrieved arm, and then bit her lip and watched the man next to her turn into a phantom, leaving her alone in the gallery corridor.

　　 Looking at the man lying down in the corridor, the girl suddenly felt a little bored. Sing a song softly in my mouth. This is the church hymn:

"Praise the great **** of lies. You are the pioneer of the new era and the heir of all-powerful and all-knowing. You are the patron of the flower girls, the lord of all things, and the patron saint of shadows. You are life, you are the patron saint of shadows. Death, praise you, praise you..."

Chapter 1004 Chapter 986th Cane and Wooden Heart

　　 The future that B-07-1-6233 showed to Jenkins is indeed very interesting. Unfortunately, Jenkins didn’t know anything about it, otherwise he would surely hear some clues from the chants sung by the girl.

　　 After waking up again, the writer finally couldn't help but vomited out. Even if it was God's vomit, the mixture of breakfast and gastric juice still gave out a strange smell. This caused a small commotion. The host Baron Tarak finally noticed the movement here, very worried and wanted to find a doctor for Jenkins, but he refused again.

　　 At this time, Grant, the old painter who went to find the carriage, also returned, but he had to squeeze through the crowd to see Jenkins. Under the coordination of the baron and the old painter, Jenkins got into the carriage supported by the crowd, and Grant and Tarack also boarded to see him. A group of people went straight back to the old father's antique shop. Jenkins's horrible situation shocked him.

　　 But luckily B-07-1-6233 seems to be over, and the sleepiness never appeared after the last time I woke up. When he arrived at the antique shop, even the nausea disappeared, leaving him with a severe headache.

　　 The old man told the painter and the baron that he would continue to take care of Jenkins. After they left, he quickly took Jenkins to the church. A series of inspections did not end until lunch. Jenkins lay weakly on the bed and watched Miss Bevana and the nuns pushing the dining car enter the room.

　　 "What did you eat for breakfast, the current examination results show that you are healthy. The vomiting may be due to acute gastroenteritis, but it has been cured by your body."

　　 The woman asked softly, and then sent to the nuns to prepare lunch.

　　 "I ate the omelette left over from the day before yesterday, the water that was boiled last week, and I drank some meat porridge from last night, and I ate a potato that had sprouted raw."

　　 Jenkins whispered, what he actually ate was a Chinese breakfast drawn directly.

　　 "Don't eat sprouted potatoes anymore..."

　　 Miss Bevanna warned, she looked so angry and funny.

　　 Since there are no major problems, it would be nice to take a break. Dad also came to see Jenkins, said a few words, and went back to the antique shop alone. Jenkins was going to leave after lunch here, because Bishop Parrod walked in after Miss Bevana had left, and then ordered Jenkins to rest in bed not to move.

　　 If it weren't for Jenkins's insistence to refuse, the bishop even wanted to find someone to feed him. This is a very shameful behavior. Jenkins refused loudly and swears to the sage that he was already healthy, so he was qualified to eat on the bed with a dinner plate.

　　 I didn't tell the story just now, it was the result of careful consideration. While feeding the chocolate, Jenkins was still thinking about the possibility that just now seemed to be pretty good.

　　 After lunch, he chatted with the bishop for a while. After being "overtreated" by Jenkins, his hair even tended to turn back to black. In recent years, the bishop has gradually stopped going to the countryside once a month, but since this year he has gone to the countryside twice a month with the mission.

　　 The two talked about the follow-up to the accident at the Opera House last week. Jenkins carefully asked the church's attitude towards war.

"No one likes war, except for those who directly profit. The Church of the Sages does not support total war, but the Twelve Churches have decided not to interfere in the retaliation against Cheslan by the Kingdom of Fedictelli, unless something happens. Tendency to total war."

　　The war is really about to begin. The newspapers this morning have reported that the big figures of Bel Dylan are meeting and discussing, and the major newspapers of the Kingdom of Chessland have also published strong responses.

　　 Although this incident is indeed the Duke of Antak’s fault, the Kingdom of Chessland is definitely not a fool who blindly compromises. Now the anger between the two countries has gradually spread to all aspects, and as a bystander, the Kingdom of Hampawo has not publicly expressed any official opinions.

　　 When talking about the situation, he also talked about the issue of espionage. Then the bishop pointed out that during the War of the Dead last week, unknown forces actually sneaked into the city hall and stole some documents. According to the traces at the scene, it was a group of ordinary people, so the church was surprised that in addition to the guards of the Duke of Antak, who was in charge of guarding the clock tower, there were forces in charge of protecting ordinary people from A-06-1-6269 [ Good night, my child] method.

　　 Jenkins pretended not to hear anything. Dolores's men seemed to have done extra things, but of course it had nothing to do with Mr. Writer who had been in the Evergreen Forest.

　　 didn't return to the antique shop until about two o'clock. The old man mocked Jenkins a little bit because he had trouble with his stomach. Jenkins couldn't refute, he could only whisper why the chocolate didn't hurt his stomach. Dad found an excuse for him:

　　 "Your cat seems to be able to eat everything, haven't you noticed that chocolate has eaten too many things that are not suitable for cats."

　　 This is also irrefutable.

　　 In the evening, the old painter also bought some fruits to visit Jenkins in the antique shop. He really regarded Jenkins as a friend, so he spoke more casually.

　　 "I think you were photographed by those nasty reporters today when you were sick. There will probably be some unpleasant news tomorrow morning, Jenkins, I think you have to prepare in advance."

　　 Jenkins also considered this matter, but the bishop's church is responsible for handling all issues, so don't worry about this.

　　 After the painter visited, he left, and then came Baron Tarak who gave Jenkins something. The old man was very interested in the lightning-struck thousand-year mahogany sculpture that Jenkins asked for. When he learned that he was looking for the thousand-year wooden heart for his own experiment, he said cheerfully:

　　 "Didn't you notice? Your walking stick is made of a whole wooden heart."

　　 "Huh? You mean this cane?"

　　 Jenkins points to the one leaning against the hanger, which is the [Spirit Strike Stick].

　　 "Yes, that's the one."

　　 Dad nodded and agreed:

"I don't know what you are going to do with the tree heart, but I must warn you that although Type B is almost impossible to damage, if it is a consumable experiment, it may damage its extraordinary characteristics. I will also help you pay attention to the market. It’s a thousand-year-old tree heart, so it’s better not to experiment with that stick."

　　 The old man made sense. There is still a long time before the next full moon. Jenkins is not in a hurry to deploy the wizard's potion now. After returning home that night, he took out the wooden heart from the sculpture and stored it in the basement with the one peddled by Miss Yindi.

　　 The rest of the night was spent reading and planning new books. Except that I knocked over the ink bottle while playing with chocolate and contaminated half of the table, it was really a peaceful night.

　　PS: The last chapter actually exposed a lot of information, but the inter-posting only showed the surface. I can’t wait to explain it to you...

Chapter 1005 Chapter 987 Community Gathering

　　 As the roosters started on Sunday morning, Jenkins, who was awakened, froze for a long time before thinking about how there are roosters crowing near his home.

　　 At first, he suspected that chocolate was imitating a chicken to wake him up. The cat is always weird, even if it can speak human words. But then I discovered that it was only 5:30 in the morning, and it was still early for the chocolate breakfast.

　　 Jenkins has now moved to the bedroom on the second floor, and there is not much difference between sleeping in bed and sleeping on the floor. The morning light in early spring was much earlier, but the morning light was still not visible at half past five. The curtains were closed tightly, and Jenkins felt that he could not sleep anymore, so he got out of the bed and opened the door of the bedroom to the hallway, leaving the cat who was lying on the bed unwilling to stay in the bedroom by himself.

　　 There was no light in the corridor. Jenkins walked down the stairs in the dark. Instead of changing his pajamas, he walked out of the house in his coat.

　　 The sound of the rooster came from the Goodman's house next door. Standing under the rain eaves of the house, looking over there, I just saw a full-fledged red-crowned rooster standing on the tall fence between the two yards.