The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins thought in horror.

"Don't be stupid, Jenkins!"

He immediately realized that this was a natural exclamation and coughed to hide his embarrassment. As for why the flames retracted from the eyes, it was because I just tried to open my eyes in the cocoon to see where it was, and ended up getting some dirt on my eyeballs. This was because I wanted to "wash my eyes."

"How is this going?"

Jenkins said, looking around. This was not the outdoor room he imagined. In the darkness, he could vaguely see the walls and a row of shelves beside the walls. This was a completely enclosed house with no doors or windows.

Perhaps she was aware of the "power" of the strange benefactor in front of her. Miss Alexandria's voice when answering the questions was filled with a little awe:

"I have been hiding here just now, and then you and the meat fell down."

Summoning two silver starlight balls, I saw that there was indeed a hole in the ceiling covered with pink flesh. A blur of flesh and blood blocked the entrance of the hole, and Mr. Constantine looked directly at the two of them.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck~"

As soon as their eyes made contact, he let out another strange and short laugh.

"Are you not afraid of its mental attack now?"

That's what Jenkins noticed.

"This should be the treasure room of this castle. I don't know how I got in, but the things here are obviously useful."

She pointed to the side, and Jenkins blinked. There were antiques on the entire shelf, at least five of which had strong auras.

Miss Alexandrite took two steps forward and pointed to the painting that fell on the ground and was carefully framed. This is an oil painting with extremely strong color contrast. The painting is surrounded by a bleak forest painted in black and dark blue. A few strokes highlight the weird and gloomy atmosphere. In the center, there are several men gathered around the bonfire, outlined in red lines.

"B-07-4-7711, "Gathering in the Forest." This is the special item used by Mr. Constantine to convene a gathering of gems. Its original characteristic is that no more than 20 gifters place their hands on the painting at the same time. , and then inject the spirit, their souls will be pulled into the forest depicted in the painting. Even if these people do not know each other at all, they must have a party before they can be released. Only God will know what Mr. Constantine is. What kind of ritual was used to make it have its current function... But Mr. Constantine is dead, and I am afraid no one will ever know the answer. "

Miss Alexandrite's young voice had a regretful tone, and she turned her hooded head to Jenkins:

"Dear sir, isn't that your goal?"

"Um?"

Jenkins was stunned for a moment, then remembered his excuse just now. He nodded, stepped forward and grabbed the metal frame in his hands. But Miss Alexandrite was still staring at him, as if she wanted to know what this high-level benefactor would do with this painting.

"You know a lot."

"I just happened to read some information."

She was still looking at Jenkins, maybe there was a curious expression on her face under the hood, maybe her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Okay, that's all."

One lie often leads to more lies, and this is the cost of lying. In order to maintain the dignity of "Mr. Zircon" and the authenticity of his identity, Jenkins closed his eyes, meditated on the image of the female star spirit, and then whispered:

"Rakul, please help me."

As the silver and blue brilliance appeared from the air, the picture frame in Jenkins' hand did not move, but the drawing paper scattered into light spots and disappeared into the space.

"I put it in your front pocket, I only have the beacon there."

A gentle whisper sounded in his ears, and Jenkins nodded, silently thanking the star spirit in his heart.

The situation he is facing now is that he does not need to worry about his own safety because he can go back soon. But Miss Alexandrite is still trapped here, because of the lie just now, she has seen some of Jenkins' secrets, such as the ability to summon light balls.

She will be saved after the Zhengshen Church arrives, but she will also be asked to tell what she has seen here. Although the leaked secrets are not important matters, safety comes first. If we can really find a way, we should send Miss Alexandrite away before the arrival of the Zhengshen Church.

Chapter 248 Chapter 244 Granting Knowledge

Jenkins raised his head and looked over his hood at the disgusting mass of flesh blocking the ceiling exit in the darkness.

Now if you use [Twin Demons], you can easily blow up the blocker. But escaping is still not easy, because A-12-02-4219, with its extremely strong value-added ability, will definitely stop him again.

"Will you help me?"

While Jenkins was thinking of a solution, the woman asked in a low voice. Seeing that he remained silent, he added: "I can pay some price."

Jenkins remained silent, actually examining the light spot in front of him. In the end, his eyes rested on the golden light spot [Given by Knowledge].

This mass of flesh is quite large, and its ability to regenerate is obvious at first glance. Whether it is completely blown up or burned, there is some difficulty. But its wisdom is obviously nascent. If, as Miss Miller said at the beginning, it is given some strange and heavy knowledge, it may be able to temporarily paralyze him.

Miss Alexandrite stood aside and seemed to want to say something. Jenkins, who was pretending to be very powerful but maybe really powerful, waved his hand and interrupted her.

"What are you relying on now to temporarily get rid of its mental attack?"

he asked.

Miss Alexandrite pointed to a silver cross pendant on the shelf, and Jenkins held it in his hand:

"Follow me soon, you know?"

"Know."

The woman stood behind him obediently.

Jenkins also thought about moving everything here, but on the one hand, except for the painting, most of the things here cannot be hidden closely, and they will be exposed if moved to the office; on the other hand, so many sensitive things cannot be hidden. They may all be used by themselves, and their appearance together in Nolan is tantamount to saying that there is something wrong with Jenkins.

"I already have a lot of savings, so I shouldn't be greedy for these 'small money' anymore."

Thinking this while enduring the heartache, Jenkins activated [Knowledge Granting] in the darkness.

Two intertwined silver bands of light appeared around Jenkins like a rushing river. Pictures flashed in ribbons of light, one belonging to Jenkins and the other to Jenkins. The intersection part is the knowledge gained after coming to this world.

He hesitated, stretched out a finger, flicked it, and pointed at the face on the ceiling. A piece of light with irregular edges flew out from the galaxy-like light flow and directly entered the mass of flesh.

To be on the safe side, the knowledge given to it is a meaningless noise coming from the end of the month. But even then, the tones are enough to drive someone crazy.

"Kekekekeke~"

The weird laughter continued, but the sound became smaller and smaller. Those terrifying eyes slowly rolled up, revealing the whites, and then closed.

The meatballs on the ceiling kept churning and fell to the ground. After bouncing a few times, they turned into a dirty blood-red color. This was the original color of this strange thing.

The sound of swallowing came from under Miss Alexandrite's hood.

"You are hungry?"

he asked.

"No. You, no, it's you, when do you plan to leave?"

As expected, A-12-02-4219 couldn't bear this knowledge, but he didn't die completely. This made it easier for Jenkins to explain to the church after he returned:

The process of integrating Constantine was not smooth, so it was stupid.

The two of them got out of the hole in the ceiling with difficulty, stepped on the twitching flesh carpet to the basement corridor, and then returned to the ground with difficulty.

Miss Alexandrite stopped and looked at her illusory body:

"It seems that this is the edge. Thank you for your help, Mr. Zircon."

She lowered her head, drew a holy symbol that Jenkins didn't recognize on her chest, and then thanked her softly. This is the holy emblem of the false god, because Jenkins knows the holy emblem of the Twelve True Gods.

"Goodbye, Miss Alexandrite, never attend such dangerous gatherings in the future."

She gave a forced laugh:

"Sir, I can't imagine how powerful you are, but low-level gifters like us, if we don't take the initiative to look for opportunities, may not be able to reach a higher level in our lives. Even an 8th-level gifter like Mr. Constantine, When your life span is approaching, you have to take risks and try to survive in this way, not to mention us..."

Her voice could no longer be conveyed. Waving her hand, the woman turned around, and her body completely dispersed into yellow light spots and disappeared in this space.

Hampavo Kingdom, Loen.

The fireplace crackled and burned with expensive wood. A faint scent of incense spreads in the air, and its source is a furnace made of alloy with the image of a phoenix beside the table.

In the splendid lounge, Dolores Elizabeth Stuart woke up from the soft red sofa, her eyelashes fluttered twice, revealing her blue eyes.

She looked around blankly and bent her fingers to determine her current situation. Breathing heavily, he picked up the glass on the round table next to the sofa and drank the expensive clear amber liquid in it. The alcohol finally calmed down his mood.

Sitting back in her original position, her long skirt fell to the ground, revealing her red high heels inlaid with gems. The girl subconsciously touched her ears. The small diamond earrings were still there. They were the relics left by her deceased grandmother, Queen Elizabeth III.

Turning around, beside the floor-to-ceiling window, the elegant brass-colored gas lamp was already on. The fire was so bright that the snow near the window also reflected dots of light.

"We're back safely."

Dolores sighed, thinking about what just happened. Recalling the mysterious and powerful Mr. Zircon, I feel a little disappointed.

She shook her head to get rid of the inexplicable sadness. As the third princess of the royal family of the Hampavo Kingdom, she should always remain elegant, noble and calm.

She stood up, clenched her right hand to her mouth, and let out an exaggerated cough. Within a few seconds, the young maid knocked on the door in a panic and walked in after getting permission.

"Your Highness, your Highness, why did it take you so long this time? I was very worried, almost... Your Highness, are you okay..."

She closed the door first, then ran to Dolores and said in a tearful tone.

She wore a white apron decorated with ruffles, a white-collared plain dress, and a maid's headscarf on her head. The apron is decorated with a circle of ruffles, and the apron is tied at the back, hanging low into a bow, and under her feet is a pair of small black leather shoes.

"Don't worry, it's okay. No one noticed here just now, right?"

Dolores whispered to comfort her maid, and then asked carefully.

Chapter 249 Chapter 245 Princess? !

"No, I have been standing outside the door. No one came except the lady who asked me to urge you to hurry up. The ball will start in half an hour. I will pick up your skirt for you. Yes, it is here. Please don't move. You can go to the ball directly soon."

The maid squatted down with her skirt lifted up, and touched Dolores' waist with both hands.

"That's good. We must not let others know that I am a gifter. They can't think that the princess actually..."

Her voice became lower and lower, and she thought of the powerful Mr. Zircon just now.

"But it's a pity. I think there will be no more gem gatherings. Julia, you should try to contact the West City District, and there is also the matter of the silver key."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"When there is no one, you can call me... Forget it."

Dolores' face showed an irritable expression, but she soon threw it aside. Opening her arms and letting Julia help her to adjust her dress, Dolores remembered the few interesting things in her life and smiled:

"Has Mr. Jenkins William's reply arrived?"

"No, we check the mailbox at Morris House every day. Your Highness, maybe Mr. William is very busy now, and the reply will be sent later."

The maid Julia bent over and helped the girl tie her corset again, while making a reasonable guess:

"You also said that the life of a secluded mathematician like Mr. William is very difficult."

"Yes, you are absolutely right!"

Dolores The voice of the princess was raised, and the smile on her face became more intense: "I think that a person like Mr. William must live alone in a crowded slum, get up early every morning, wear washed and starched clothes and rush into the morning fog to do humble but decent work. Only in the evening, hunched back to the low and narrow house, carefully light the candle, can he do mathematical research! He must be such a hermit! Such a noble person~"

Her Royal Highness pressed the center of her chest with her left hand, and extended her right hand forward, just like she learned from Miss Qiao Qier a few days ago, singing the last sentence in a loud voice like an opera.

Julia carefully pinned the gem pendant on her waist in the right place, pursed her lips, and did not refute her.

When they were bored, the two of them often guessed together who "Mr. William" was. In fact, according to the knowledge and books he used and the internal documents of the church, it is known that this gentleman should have no problem in life.

But the princess, who had always longed for a hermit, living alone and living freely since she was 12 years old, insisted that poor Mr. William might not even be able to pay for the steam meter in winter.

Poor Mr. William pressed the steak with a fork and cut off a small piece with a knife. The oil stains seeped out of the meat, leaving a stain on the white silver plate. He looked up and saw the dead fish floating on the thick soup again. This was Mary's work. He looked at it with disdain in a very hidden way, and turned his head to look at Chocolate who was licking milk on the side.

Chocolate also looked at the dead fish with disdain, then turned an angle and continued to drink milk.

Just after sending Miss Variable Stone away, Jenkins came to the forest outside the castle and waited quietly for his return.

Nothing happened again. He even released the soul emblem to confirm his identity, and told the earliest battle team of the Orthodox Church about the situation inside.

The first to arrive were the knights of the Church of [Sun and Justice]. Seeing them, Jenkins thought of the drop of divinity that he had embezzled.

After returning to Nolan's office, the three gentlemen in the office showed a very happy look and prayed to the sage together. The next thing will be handled by the Kingdom of Cheslan, and then reported to the Holy See, so that Jenkins's mission credit can be settled.

As for Jenkins, he originally needed to submit a report immediately, but today is Reading Day, and more importantly, he is the Son of God, and no one dares to ask him to do anything.

So, after simply "reporting truthfully" to the three gentlemen what happened just now, Jenkins left with his cat. He was very satisfied with what he had done just now. He completed the church's mission at risk, rescued a possibly innocent girl, and crippled a dangerous weirdo. Although a painting was embezzled for various reasons, this is also acceptable...

He thought of this and glanced at the donation box at the corner. He hesitated for a moment, carefully removed the cloth pocket sewn on the underwear, took out a few banknotes, gritted his teeth, added a few more, and put in 300 pounds.

B-07-4-7711, "The Gathering in the Forest" is of course worth more than 300 pounds, but this thing is a trophy that does not belong to anyone, and Jenkins himself has also made efforts, which is good.

After thinking again, Jenkins held his chest and raised his head to catch up with the last sermon before the evening. The bishop was very busy today, so Jenkins did not talk to him again, but entrusted Captain Binsey to give him the gift and left the church.

Originally, he planned to go directly back to William's house, but after getting on the carriage, he saw that it was still early, so he changed his mind and asked the driver to go to Dad's Antique Shop on Fifth Queen's Avenue first.

The carriage slowly moved in the thin mist. When it turned the corner, Jenkins saw several young people holding small red boxes and talking to pedestrians at the intersection. Some pedestrians just waved and walked away quickly, while others stopped beside them and listened carefully.

"What are they doing?"