Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He shook his head.

　　 "Little Jenkins, you think more about the involvement of this matter, the royal family...no, I shouldn't say this."

　　 The bishop looked down and saw the brooch that Jenkins was wearing on his chest, with a slight smile on his face:

"This sentence should have been told to you by many people tonight. This matter has nothing to do with the sage. You can have some grievances against the church, but I hope this will not shake your faith. But I am not talking about this. Jenkins, a year ago, I really didn’t expect you to be what you are now. Very good, really good, you are a good boy... But the more you go up, you will find that you are at level 8. Below, personal strength is not enough to fight against the group. Before you attribute the power to yourself, you have to adapt to the ordinary life.

　　PS: Parchment has divination ability, but not necessarily right. The church killed the behind-the-scenes man because he himself colluded with secular forces and framed the candidate for the Son. This is a serious blasphemy. If you don't understand it, this explanation should be enough.

Chapter 102 Chapter 99 Dreaming

　　 "Your book is very good. If this goes on, your reputation can be greatly improved, but people will always encounter trouble..."

　　 "What do you want to say?"

"Is such that."

　　 The old man's face was solemn, and he looked up at the holy emblem again: "Are you interested in becoming a nobleman?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback. Just now when the old man said about the royal family, he guessed the truth behind the incident. Isn’t it the teaching power and king power? In the age of the burst of steam in the Earth Age, royal power has declined, capital has risen, and religious power is being continuously weakened by the development of natural sciences. But this world is different. God's power is secret and powerful. Although the royal family has the council and the capital, the church is still a big worry.

　　 Now I am asking what this is going to do? Let yourself stand in line?

　　 In a quiet night, moonlight shines through the stained glass on the top of the church with sage stories painted into the church, illuminating the handsome young man in black coat sitting on the bench and the old man in old-style robes.

　　 Jenkins smiled and grabbed his hair, with a sorry expression on his face:

　　 "I want to serve the sages for life. The affairs between the nobles are too complicated. I still prefer the atmosphere in the church."

　　 "No. I didn't mean that."

Bishop Parrod raised his hand slightly and interrupted Jenkins, "In your case, the church has fought against a shameful faction of the kingdom's nobles. Since we have won, they will naturally pay some price... .... No matter what, after the end of the Holy See's award, you will have a high probability of being awarded the title by the kingdom."

　　 "Wait, the divine matter, shouldn't it be announced to the outside world?"

"Of course, we must protect the secrets of the goddess, and also protect your privacy. The only information that the secular can inquire about you is that you, as an ordinary person, are appreciated by the diocese and at the same time annihilate the cultists for the Nolan Diocese. Make outstanding contributions. They don’t know what the specific rewards are, and they definitely can’t guess that you are a gifter. But the royal family will always make some expressions to attract outstanding young people in the Orthodox Church, which is certain . Those sad people!"

　　 "Then should I accept this title?"

　　 Jenkins was unsure of his idea, so he decided to consult the elderly.

　　 "I hope you can get it."

The old man didn’t look into Jenkins’ eyes, but looked directly at the holy emblem: “For you, this matter is profitable but harmless; for the church, we hope that our scribes can have a certain amount of money in the world. Status does not necessarily require any action, but these are all weights on the balance of struggle.

　　Little Jenkins, forgive my request, but I really hope you can..."

"I see."

　　 He interrupted the ashamed old man’s words, “You don’t need to worry about this, this is a good thing for me. And the title may not really be given to me. It’s too early to think about this.”

　　 It was already very late at night, helping the old man to go back to rest, Jenkins walked out the door of the church alone.

　　 The matter of the giver is discussed by the giver, and the secular matters are taken care of by the secular bishop. This matter can be regarded as temporarily over.

In fact, he doesn’t care much about titles and other things. The focus now should be to find another treacherous realm to see if he can get a gift, or find a drop of divinity, to experience the pleasure/sense of ascension again, and at the same time gain more The secret of many gods. The words of the bishop just now were quite right. Weili belonged to him. Before this, everything was beautiful.

　　 Back home, Jenkins rinsed a little bit, soothed the cat, and fell asleep.

　　 The black and white chocolate fur is bathed in moonlight, lying next to Jenkins.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It whispered and stood up swayingly. Suddenly two **** hands stretched out in the void behind him, and immediately caught an almost completely transparent spirit body in front of the window.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It looked at the soul in front of him. The body destroyed by his master tonight seems to belong to this human being.

　　Barnard looked at the kitten with horrified eyes, trying to back up but was firmly grasped by the black hand that stretched out in the sky. He pointed to Jenkins and then to himself, making a requesting expression. Moonlight seemed to be able to stop the speed at which he dissipated, but those black hands were not kind.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Kitty Chocolate's face appeared humane and thoughtful, and Barnard waved his hand again.

　　 In the spirit state, he could not speak, or he was afraid to wake up Jenkins, and then he was slapped to death by the cat.

　　 "Meow~"

　　Chocolate nodded, and his dark hands retracted into the black hole in the void, and then lay down next to Jenkins again.

　　Barnard made an expression of gratitude, then plunged into Jenkins's dream.

　　 "Huh? Mr. Barnard?"

　　 Jenkins put down the pen in his hand, flicked his wrist, and greeted Mr. Barnard who appeared at the door of the old antique shop.

　　 "Long time no see, Williams."

　　 He stretched out his hand to push the door with a wry smile, but unexpectedly passed through. Even in a dream, he is still in a spiritual state.

　　 "Why did you appear in my dream?"

　　 Jenkins asked curiously, not surprised.

　　 "Do you know this is a dream? Do you also know that I am a visitor from outside?"

"Yes, when you appeared, I suddenly realized that it was a dream. I have never seen you in this transparent state, so I understand that you are not what I imagined. But I want to advise you. , If you die, you will die. Please don't bother me. I am the master of this dream. Even if you want to occupy my body, you shouldn't want to use your hands and feet in the dream."

In fact, I know this is a dream, because the decoration in the old antique shop is very different from the normal state. For example...the box next to Jenkins's right hand contains twelve stone charms, each of which is engraved With animal heads.

　　 "No, I didn't mean that!"

　　 The middle-aged man quickly denied it and drifted forward a bit, but was immediately forced back by Jenkins with a spirit-strike cane.

　　 "Hey, where did I get the cane?"

　　 Jenkins raised his eyebrows.

"Your control over dreams is really powerful. It seems that your soul is much stronger than mine. Do you still remember the treacherous state on the day we met? The power I gained gave me the power to enlighten my dreams; for the moon without light Belief in helping me survive for a long time after death. I am here to seek your help."

　　 "Don't come to me, I am a low-level gifter."

　　 Jenkins knows that this is a benefactor, but the common sense among the benefactors is that the living and the dead should not be in contact. [Death and End] In the church's propaganda to the people, there is also a saying similar to "the dust returns to the dust".

　　PS: In the Victorian era, or around the eighteenth century, the gap between the rich and the poor was really huge. If you find from this book that the weekly salary of a certain ordinary factory worker can't buy a XX, this is normal.

Chapter 103 Chapter One Hundred Blue Ability

　　 "But I can only enter the dreams of people who have touched my body."

　　 He smiled bitterly, "And I don’t have much time."

　　 The spirit body is indeed collapsing, and the transparency is getting higher and higher.

　　 "But I shouldn't be the only one who has touched your body, right?"

　　 "Yes, but ordinary people are too fragile. Dreaming will only make them mentally ill. You are the weakest among the bestowers and you are more likely to fall into dreams."

　　 The corners of Jenkins's mouth trembled, the truth of this gentleman was too hurtful.

　　 "Sir, then what do you need me to do?"

"Under the big tree in my yard, facing the direction of the third plank of the fence, I buried a box there with some gold pounds that I saved. I hope you can give it to my wife, so the children Life can be better, but it’s better not to let the church know."

　　 Great, Mr. Barnard is still the good person I met at the beginning of the journey.

　　 "Why?"

"This is the money I saved for my private life. Don't worry, it's all legal. I sacrificed because of the task. The church will give my family a compensation to help the children go to school. But if this is discovered... .... Although it won't be great, it's always bad for them."

　　 Mr. Barnard’s eyes showed a pleading look, he did not hesitate to exist after death, because of this. Requesting is not a difficult task, just find a night, dig it out in a black robe and throw it in the house. Of course, it can't be the recent one. The last time you went rashly should have aroused your vigilance. Let's go for a while.

　　 "If this is the only thing, yes."

　　 Jenkins considered it for a while, and this is considered to have repaid the life-saving grace, and since then the two owe nothing. Of course, he also admired Mr. Barnard's personality.

"That's good."

　　 The middle-aged man nodded gratefully, "I won't let you do it for nothing. I will give you a gift when I leave."

　　 "This is not necessary."

　　 Jenkins waved his hand again and again, "It's too polite, it's just a matter of effort."

"not necessarily."

　　Barnard is very determined, very determined. It looked more like someone was forcing him.

　　 In this case, Jenkins no longer insisted.

　　 "Sir, there is one more question. Then, where do you go after death?"

　　 There is no such thing as a kingdom of God in this world, but there is a legend of the river of the underworld. [Death and End] The church can manufacture in small batches [Extraordinary]: B-12-4-4432 [Stay Water] is related to this. This is one of the few items in the world that can erase the learned ability.

　　 "I don't know, but I have to go on."

　　 He said with a wry smile, took off the hat on the spirit body and bowed to Jenkins, leaving only some blue things slowly blending into the dream space.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate half-opened his eyes, watching Barnard mockingly emerge from above Jenkins's body. A few cracks appeared on the transparent body, astonishment appeared on his face, and then turned into helplessness. The spirit body slowly shattered, transformed into the purest spirit, and merged into the world.

　　 It stood up gracefully and swept the owner's face with its furry tail.

　　 Jenkins trembled, and there was an inexplicable blush on his face. He sat up from the bed panting, feeling his pajamas soaked. Look around vigilantly, then pat Chocolate on the head.

　　 "Hey, what did you feel just now, do you want to protect me?"

　　Chocolate raised his head and nuzzled Jenkins's palm nicely.

　　 There seems to be something more in the body, calling out a light spot of his own ability, and indeed one more:

　　【Dream Hun from the Body (Blue Alien Species)】

　　 "Oh, sage!"

　　 Jenkins fell on the bed again, "Alien? Nightmare or ghost? Why is there a special division of alien ability, is it the core of blood chain ability? What is my badge and fruit plate?"

　　 He looked at the azure blue light spot and felt that he might not be able to sleep tonight.

　　 Subconsciously concentrated his thoughts on the light spot, exhaustion flooded Jenkins like a tide.

　　 Feeling the body rising, the black robe, the ring and the candle once again leave the shackles of the body with the soul.

　　 Looking down, Jenkins lay down on the bed, breathing regularly with his eyes closed, chocolate lying next to his head, looking curiously at his sleeping master.

　　 "Chocolate!"

　　 He called out softly, but the cat didn't seem to hear the voice of the spirit body.

　　 In less than half a minute of movement, the spirit in the spirit body is almost exhausted.

　　 If you don't go back now, I'm afraid something terrible will happen, so the black-robed man sank into the body again.

　　 Jenkins trembled a few times, sat up from the bed, turned his head to look at the red and blue double moon.

"Mr. Barnard believes in the moon without light, and may have the ability of divine magic, so after death, he can rely on the power of moonlight to exist for so long. I am still too weak and I can't easily try this ability for a long time before gaining divinity next time. "

　　 But since it is called "Dream Soul", maybe you can try to get the soul out of the body at close range and then fall into the dream.

The next day during the day, Jenkins heard from his father the follow-up to last night’s action. The five Orthodox churches all eliminated the corresponding possessed evil spirits. Now, except for some weak spirit bodies in the city, the hospital evil spirit incident is regarded as Come to an end.

　　Of course, some mythological species that should disappear have been noticed within the church again, and the wanted for the black-robed man continues.

　　 Deception A-10-1-0230, [Parchment from the Future] In this incident, the prophecy was proved to be valid. But in other respects, for example, the deviation in the Williams incident was too large, so this item was temporarily sealed in a secret space behind [The Gate of Vientiane], and the specific handling method is still being discussed.

　　 Jenkins is still very interested in that thing. There is still a bone buried in his own yard, and he doesn't know how to destroy it.

　　 That night, chocolate was settled, and Jenkins went to the garbage street in the slum as agreed to meet Miss Bailing.

　　 The church's overall actions last night probably really worked. It was exceptionally quiet this night. Not to mention the slums, even the taverns are closed early, only the chimneys towering in the distance throw black smoke into the night sky as they did in the past.

　　 "Your camouflage skills are indeed commendable."

　　 Miss Bailing is still wearing an oversized black robe, maybe the shoes under her feet are specially thickened, and her height is higher than Miss Hesha.

　　 "William's matter, I already have a conclusion."

　　 Jenkins's disguise this time is a young woman. According to his aesthetics, her appearance is not much better than that of Hathaway Hesha and Britney Mihail.