The Master of the Strange Realm

After saying that, he pushed Jenkins to the door without any explanation, and then pulled the iron door tightly.

Jenkins himself did not want to be called "a good person" by someone who was skilled in decomposing corpses.

Together with Professor Burns, they left the police station through the copper door that reappeared. After returning to the alley, the two walked around in a large circle before taking off the black robe, Jenkins burned it, and then found A carriage.

The night was already deep, and dark clouds covered the two moons. The coachman was sleeping with his hands folded on his chest and his eyes covered with his hat, but when he saw that there was business, he immediately woke up.

After experiencing the scene just now, Jenkins felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. When he looked up, he found that the professor was sitting opposite him, wiping his glasses with his coat, as if nothing had happened.

"As a gifter, you will experience many such things in the future. This is normal."

He whispered that the professor knew when Jenkins joined the job, so in his opinion, three months was not enough for Jenkins to grow into a qualified benefactor.

Even though he has accomplished many great things.

The carriage first brought Professor Burns back to the school. Although he was already married, his wife contracted an illness and passed away a few years ago, and his son and daughter now went to study in the Kingdom of Chesland, so he has always lived in the school.

The two discussed the arrangements for tomorrow morning. Professor Burns's students were all adults over the age of eighteen, so there was no need for him to tell stories like he was visiting young children.

Just as they were about to say goodbye to each other, Jenkins thought of another thing. He handed the coachman 10 pence and told him to wait here for a moment and he would be back soon. The coachman did not refuse, but while taking off his hat to greet Jenkins, he also told him to hurry up.

"Professor, I want to ask you a very common knowledge."

Pull the professor to the nearest street corner and let the shadow cover the two of them. Jenkins looked around, then asked softly like a thief: "How many years did the 15th Epoch last?"

"oh?"

The professor pushed up his glasses, a little surprised that this was the problem. He looked at Jenkins carefully, and a trace of doubt flashed on his old face, but he didn't ask anything, but answered in the same small voice: "This question is also a hot topic of debate in the history circle. But the current main point is There were two, one that lasted until 1937, and one that lasted until 1899. If you want to be precise about a certain date, then I don’t know.”

"No, no, I just want to know, didn't the 15th era perish after the 5000th year?"

Chapter 237 Chapter 233 The Revengeful Crow

"of course not!"

The professor even raised a hand to express his firm belief in the answer, "This is absolutely impossible. Although a lot of pre-era history has been lost, I can tell you with certainty that the 15th Epoch will never last until the year 2000. "

Seeing that his tone was firm and didn't sound like he was joking, Jenkins took a long breath and frowned.

"Where did I go that night?"

He did not dare to tell anyone what he had experienced, although due to the non-replicability of the incident, no one would doubt his own specialness even if he told nonsense. But after all, it is related to the soul leaving the body, so it is better to be cautious. Jenkins also considered acquiring another B-04-3-5011, a magical conch, or a special item with similar functions.

But the price of this type of numbered item with obvious effects and minimal side effects would not be less than 20,000 pounds, and he didn't have the means yet.

"So, do you know where the Shadow Kingdom is?"

he asked again.

"I've never heard of it... I can go back and look up some information. But don't get your hopes up too high. In my mind, I've never heard of this place name."

Jenkins nodded. It was only normal that the professor had never heard of it. He has searched for a lot of information, but even the Secret Library has no record of these things. He now suspected that the Shadow Kingdom he had visited, like the Magma Hell and the Sea of ​​Eternal Calamity, was a different world parallel to the material world.

Professor Burns actually knew some things related to the protoss, although Jenkins had already found out some from Miss Audrey. But there is a real difference between the facts coming from the mouth of a history professor and the soothsayer.

According to Professor Burns, the existence of protoss has been widely recorded in history and legends, especially in real occult materials. This is traceable. The earliest record of the Star Spirits comes from a sacrificial document carved on the bark of a tree, which is a relic of the Fourth Age. That document involved a very bloody sacrificial activity. At least three thousand people were killed, and the purpose of the sacrifice was to pray for rain.

The civilization of the Quaternary Age has not yet been fully civilized, and in Jenkins' opinion it is the most primitive slave society.

Although the records of protoss begin with such a bloody thing, protoss is indeed a type of creature with an extremely gentle temperament. They are higher beings than humans and most supernatural creatures, and they do not have the concept of death after birth.

Star spirits live in the star realm all year round, purifying their soul bodies while in contact with the stars. Occasionally, they appear in the physical world and spend some time as humans. Of course, as Miss Audrey said, the stars will not interfere with the historical process of mankind. They are more like observers, just observing.

Due to the need for observation, they often appear in some major historical events as supporting roles. So, perhaps the unimportant name mentioned in a small corner of the history book is the incarnation of the star spirit.

It was already late at night, and Jenkins said goodbye to the professor and got back on the carriage. Having learned from the lesson of last week's night tour, even if he wanted to walk around the city again, he still didn't do it, and Chocolate was still alone at home.

The carriage dropped Jenkins at the intersection of St. George Street. There was not much light on the whole street. Only the gas lamp in the house of Jenkins' neighbor, Mrs. Margaret, a widow living alone, was still on.

He had just taken two steps and was taking the key out of his pocket when he heard the sound of wings flapping above his head.

Looking up, a crow flew from the distant horizon and landed on the fence a few steps ahead. He used his crow's beak to tidy up his feathers, and his scarlet eyes looked at Jenkins.

"I just feel like I've forgotten something."

He muttered to himself, "Beryl's crow did disappear later."

He stopped, and since he was in Jenkins' form now, he did not summon the twin demons, but reached for the pistol hidden at his waist with his right hand.

"Mr. William."

This was the voice coming from the crow, and the voice was very familiar.

"Beryl?"

In an instant, all kinds of speculations such as fake death and possession emerged in his mind. The evening breeze blew, and the last leaves on the small tree planted by the neighbor made a rustling sound. Across the light mist, Jenkins was ready to draw his pistol.

"Mr. William, no, I'm not Beryl. I use the voice of my previous master, but I'm not him."

It's indeed not Beryl, but it's certainly not an ordinary crow. This crow itself has a faint white aura, which is not a gift, but a special creature that can accumulate spirits like chocolate.

"The contract signed between Mr. Beryl and me stipulates that after his death, I must hand over his relics to the murderer in order to truly gain freedom."

After saying this, seeing that Jenkins was still standing there cautiously, it suddenly opened its crow's beak and shot a thin arrow straight at Jenkins' forehead.

Amid the crisp sound of metal collision, the thin arrow was stopped by the golden book-shaped barrier. The crow looked back in surprise, and saw through the hazy mist, a short woman opening her hands to release divine magic.

It flapped its wings and wanted to fly, but Jenkins' fist had already swung out. The crow was knocked to Miss Miller's feet and rolled a few times before it could move. One of its wings and half of its body were wrapped in ice. Miss Miller kicked it and confirmed that it was really dead.

Although Jenkins's [Frost Fist] has not yet caused any creature to close its eyes permanently, that is because his past opponents were all high-level gifters. When dealing with a small crow, Jenkins truly understood what kind of effect this ability would have.

He nodded gently to Miss Miller, and saw a black shadow rushing out from behind her. First, it knocked the ice crow aside, then jumped up and rushed into Jenkins' arms.

"Just now, it suddenly called out, and I saw that you were back."

Miss Miller wanted to reach out to touch Chocolate, but like everyone else, it was dodged.

She didn't force it, but stood aside and watched Jenkins pick up the crow.

Miss Miller came here because the night class tonight was no longer held, and she originally wanted to discuss some math problems with Jenkins after class. She came to Jenkins' door half an hour ago, and seeing that he was not there, she wanted to find time to visit again, but who knew that Chocolate actually strolled out of the house and meowed at Miss Miller in the yard with his teeth and claws bared.

Miss Miller was attracted by the cute cat, so she waited until now and didn't leave.

Chapter 238 Chapter 234 Midnight

Since she was a friend and had just helped him, and no one would notice it so late at night, Jenkins invited Miss Miller to sit in his house.

As for the crow, according to Miss Miller, this magical creature that has a contract with humans must avenge its master after his master's death in order to gain freedom. The crow came here for this purpose.

It was already the 18th century, and this kind of non-human creature with sufficient intelligence was not common. Miss Miller proposed to buy the crow's body and take it back for research. Jenkins thought about it and did not object.

The two discussed it in the living room, and Jenkins only charged 12 pounds. He didn't want money at first, after all, it was not his property, but Miss Miller believed that the crow was killed at the door of Jenkins' house, so it was his property, and the friendship between the two was not worth such a large amount. If she didn't charge money this time, then the friendship between the two would come to an end.

This is indeed a woman who has studied mathematics to the point of madness.

"Pet revenge?"

Jenkins thought about this and turned to look at his cat. Chocolate ignored him and lay down on the softest part of the sofa, curled up into a black and white ball, looking sleepy.

The coroner's gift, the piece of meat cut from the corpse, was also sold by Jenkins. Miss Miller was rich and generous. She also knew about the coroner and went to see the "performance" earlier last week.

She spent 130 pounds to buy the piece of meat from Jenkins. But she usually doesn’t carry so many gold pounds with her when she goes out, so the money will be paid to Jenkins next time.

The friendship between the two can guarantee this money.

"Aren't you worried if you don't put all your money on you when you go out?"

Jenkins immediately expressed his doubts.

"Although some unpleasant things have happened in Nolan City recently, overall the security is still very good. Especially in such an urban area, in order to ensure that wealthy gentlemen are not harmed by thieves, the police station patrols every half hour at night Just patrol once. What are you worried about?"

Miss Miller looked at Jenkins strangely, and Jenkins laughed sheepishly to cover up his inner embarrassment.

After coming to this world, he has always felt insecure, especially when he encountered a deadly monster on his first day on the job, which made the lack of security even more serious. Carrying most of all your possessions with you is just one aspect of it.

Compared with Miss Miller, Jenkins' "eccentricity" is actually more serious.

He also used this topic to seek investment advice from Miss Miller. But this lady will leave Nolan City soon and is currently busy looking for strange objects and packing her luggage, so she has no effective suggestions in this regard.

After some strong tea, Jenkins and Miss Miller discussed arithmetic and geometry in the almost unused study until the early hours of the morning. This lady's mathematical talent is indeed very good, and she is the kind who can make it through with just a few clicks. If she did not have the identity of the benefactor, then this person would definitely leave a mark in the history of mathematics, and at the same time, she would be hated by future generations of students studying mathematics.

She also brought news that Miss Audrey had identified the twine obtained from Spy Robinson. This is a Category B [Extraordinary] that is only slightly less boring than [Mr. Hunter’s Fruit Plate]: B-10-04-1212, a hunter’s trap rope.

As long as this rope is hung on a branch, and someone passes directly under the rope, the person will be inexplicably tied by his feet and hung upside down the moment he passes the rope.

Not only does it limit the use of branches as hanging objects, but besides the fact that the rope cannot be destroyed, it is not difficult to destroy the branches or untie the rope. More importantly, it is difficult for [Supernatural] items to be imbued with invisible abilities. If you pay a little attention, you will not be fooled.

It might work unexpectedly in certain situations, but for Jenkins it was a rather boring thing. Miss Audrey is conducting an appraisal and will work out a distribution plan later this week.

Miss Miller is still on the trail of A-11-2-3301, the malicious coachman. According to her, the coachman's movement pattern had been discovered, and after finishing the task at hand, she planned to set off in the carriage.

As for the current case, the man infected with the [Gear Bacteria] was unfortunately arrested by the Orthodox Church before Miss Miller caught him. Now that all the clues were gone, she decided to start from another direction.

As for what the other direction is, it is not convenient for Jenkins to ask more.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning when we sent Miss Miller away. Jenkins wore slippers and politely lit the gas lamp in the foyer to bid her farewell. Miss Miller stood at the door and chatted with Jenkins for a few more words before planning to leave.

"Mr. Willamt, you are a true gentleman."

"Sorry, do you really mean this?"

"I mean, we've been talking so late tonight and you haven't had the slightest..."

She suddenly laughed and shook her head slightly: "It's so late, this topic is a little inappropriate. Good night, Mr. Williams, may the principles of mathematics bless you."

"Good night, Miss Miller, may the light of the wise illuminate your path forward."

Closing the door, Jenkins was still wondering what question Miss Miller wanted to ask. He stared at his living room for a while, then reached out to turn off the light in the foyer.

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't be so late and alone with an unmarried lady. Hathaway said that in this crazy and shameless era, this represents fornication between a man and a woman."

He nodded, thinking that his understanding was correct.

"If you think so, Miss Miller is complimenting me. When I was alone with the lady in the middle of the night, I had no other thoughts except discussing mathematics!"

He continued to think while putting away the scraps of paper and books on the table. Although he was extremely inexperienced in dealing with ladies, he still had some common sense experience. After all, he is just a person with low emotional intelligence, not a fool.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Jenkins' lips.

"I still have this little self-control. Even in this crazy era, I will not be assimilated by these things. Under the glory of the steam age, there is still an extremely ugly side, but what I pursue has never been These."

Looking up at the red and blue moons hanging in the sky, and then looking at the young face reflected in the mirror hanging in the bedroom, Jenkins hugged the soft cat and went back to sleep.

The metal block that sealed the divinity reflected a strange light in the moonlight.

PS: Jenkins would not always have such a low emotional intelligence (for women), otherwise he would be a fool. People will always grow, and they will slowly change, slowly...

Chapter 239 Chapter 235 College

The next day was Reading Day. Jenkins woke up on time at seven in the morning. The single man had no bedmate, only a cat.

He went outside in his pajamas to get the newspaper and milk, said hello loudly to the neighbors who were going to work, and then went to the kitchen to make some fried eggs for breakfast, which started a peaceful day.

Nolan First College is located on the west bank of the Westminster River. Sitting in a carriage across the bridge, watching the gradually awakening city and the people walking hurriedly on the river bank, Jenkins not only sighed for the luck of this life.

With the rise of the bourgeoisie and the rapid development of the steam industry, society has higher and higher requirements for science and technology, and the demand for professional and technical personnel has increased. The impact of educational reform has brought new changes to traditional closed universities.

In the past ten years, at least three universities have been established in Nolan and have persisted to this day. For example, St. Pascatini College, where Hathaway and Miss Michael studied, is a new aristocratic private college, and Nolan First College, where Professor Burns works, is one of the earliest colleges and universities established almost at the same time as the kingdom.

In this era, universities do not allow outsiders to enter and exit at will, so the professor has arranged for students to pick up Jenkins at the entrance of the college. This is a young male student with freckles all over his face and buck teeth. There are some dark blue ink stains on the fingertips of his right hand, but his clothes are very decent, and his family situation should be very good.

After staring at Jenkins' face for a long time, the old gatekeeper slowly turned the iron turntable from the inside, and the fence door slowly opened with a slight sound of gear collision.

Since meeting Jenkins, the young student has been asking about the story collection non-stop, which is also a supporter of the writer. However, the scope of his discussion is not the content of the story, but more meaningful things such as artistic style and social significance. If Jenkins hadn't known that Professor Burns was a history student, he would have thought he was a student of literature or sociology.

Nolan First High School did not decline with history, but became stronger. Taking advantage of the trend of reform in the kingdom's education department in recent years, a block adjacent to the school was bought with money, so that the area of ​​the college was expanded again. Although it is not as good as the other university town, it is much more closed.

Although today is an important religious festival for some believers, it is not a legal holiday. The college has started normal study and work at more than eight o'clock. Jenkins followed the young student Carlson and walked forward, feeling that everyone was looking at him.

"Sorry, is my dress inappropriate today?"

He asked softly, and Carlson shook his head quickly:

"Please don't misunderstand, Mr. William. It's because you look too young, and your classmates may misunderstand that there are new students..."

Yes, even though the college covers a very large area, the number of students living in it all year round is less than four digits.