The Master of the Strange Realm

The old man was still acting, pretending to understand: "Since it's a gift, what kind of vase do you need? Do you have any specific requirements for size, pattern and price... Oh, please come over here. William! William! Why are you being lazy again? Go get a pot of tea and collect the bill for me! I've never seen such a lazy apprentice like you!"

He screamed loudly, scolding Jenkins' behavior, then turned around and smiled apologetically at the gentleman, leading him to see the collection in the store.

After both of them turned around, Jenkins quickly hid the written report on the counter. After preparing the tea, he shouted "I'll collect the bill right away" and ran out of the store.

After about half an hour, the old man was still introducing the history of a small porcelain vase to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was obviously a little impatient, but he was embarrassed to interrupt such a professional introduction, so he could only listen patiently.

Seeing the door being pushed open again, the apprentice who had just gone to collect the debt returned with a large package, and hurriedly waved his hat and said:

"Please give me another cup of tea, thank you, I'm a little thirsty."

"William, hurry up!"

The old man also urged.

Jenkins nodded in panic, "Sir, what kind of tea do you need?"

"All right."

The man finally had an excuse to leave the old man, so he walked to the counter.

Suddenly, the bell at the door rang for the second time, and three or four men dressed in vulgar clothes squeezed in, one of whom was scolding his companion.

"Oliver, Oliver? Come and see if this poor guy is worth the ring for me!?"

He also walked towards the counter with his fists, and at the moment when the two men brushed shoulders, the men who came later rushed up and firmly controlled the middle-aged man.

One of them put his right hand together and chopped his neck. The middle-aged man fainted before he even had time to shout.

The old man walked quickly and greeted everyone softly. Captain Binsi, the leader, found a team member who was closest to the middle-aged man in the team. He would play the role of the source of infection and walk out of the store. Ten minutes later, the others would leave with the man who fainted and was changed.

Never let others think that the source of infection was arrested or disappeared in Daddy's antique shop. It is safest to do so without knowing whether there is surveillance.

Since Jenkins has confirmed that the man is an ordinary person, he will not pose a threat to Daddy. After leaving the store, the only thing to worry about is that Daddy will be infected with that terrible germ because of too long contact with the man.

He didn't even take a carriage, but activated the ability of [Cat's Grace]. Taking advantage of the few people in the alley in the morning, he quickly climbed over the low walls and ran to the church through the nearest straight line.

Seeing that the people in the store left one by one, the two pretended that nothing had happened and continued the day of an ordinary store owner and an ordinary apprentice. This is what civil servants are like, but maybe they should write a report.

"Dad, what will happen to that person?"

He was still a little curious. Although he knew that the man was probably dead, he still wanted to know what the church would do next.

"First, ask him where he has been recently and who he has come into contact with, and then kill him... Maybe some experiments and physical examinations will be conducted in the middle, but you won't like to hear those things."

Dad glanced at him and saw that Jenkins had no strange expression on his face, and continued to clean the utensils just now.

Jenkins was not a saint-like figure. He knew very well how terrifying this terrible weird thing that turned people into gears was. The church's approach was completely within his expectations. Although it was a bit cruel for the unlucky man, nothing was perfect.

It has been half a month since A-08-1-9990 was discovered by the Orthodox Church. During this long period of time, the five churches have captured only five sources of infection, including this one. On the one hand, this shows that the situation is much better than expected. At least there is no need to worry about causing panic among ordinary citizens, but on the other hand, it also shows the caution of the [Gear Craftsmen Association]. They may be brewing a more terrible conspiracy.

This is just a small episode today. Jenkins finally finished his report before lunch. Daddy has assigned him very few reading tasks recently. According to him, Jenkins has been promoted to level 2 in less than half a year after joining the company, which has not happened in many years.

In response to this situation, Daddy changed Jenkins's study plan and taught him some practical ritual arrangements and material processing methods in advance.

Not all rituals are just about drawing a circle and placing some materials. The preliminary material pretreatment, such as squeezing the petals into a thick juice and filtering out certain substances in the liquid, requires the gifted to master the method themselves. Because in their lives, it is impossible to find reliable helpers every time they handle materials.

It is also because of this that the importance of the Orthodox Church arranging chemistry, arithmetic and other courses for new gifted people is revealed. In other words, high-level gifted people will never be illiterate. Illiterate people cannot go far on the path of gifted people - they can't even read obscure documents.

Jenkins' course is scheduled to start next month, and Daddy will be able to get his course schedule in the near future. Because of Jenkins' current identity issue, the church is very cautious in choosing teachers, which will also delay some time.

After lunch, new customers came to the store. Dad was alone in the front to receive them, while Jenkins was in the warehouse behind to process a batch of bullets. Dad asked him to 'consecrate' these bullets so that they would have special damage to strange creatures.

"Sanctify? Me?"

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Chapter 253 Chapter 249 Green Magic Eye

Dad didn't even look at him and snorted.

"Yes, you are the Holy Son recognized by the sages. Although your ability and spiritual capacity will not change for this reason, in terms of personality, you are already a little higher than ordinary humans."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, with his index finger and thumb together, leaving only a small gap that could only be seen if you squinted your eyes.

The so-called sanctification process is that Jenkins holds these bullets/bullets in his hand, and then meditates on the Holy Emblem while reciting prayers to the sages or other religious scriptures of the church.

The specific principle is not clear, but in the feeling of heat on the forehead, those bullets/bullets are really attached with a golden aura.

"How did dad know about this? He had met other saints before?"

Jenkins immediately thought of this question, because this kind of knowledge would not be clearly recorded in the book.

He took the batch of processed bullets to his father to confirm the effect, and the customer who bought an oil painting had just left.

The store was much warmer than the warehouse. Jenkins took off his coat and hung it aside. He reached into his coat pocket and took out the bullets and handed them to his father. At the same time, he asked:

"Dad, I heard from Captain Binsi that there is a strange saying that injecting a very small amount of silver into the blood vessels can lead to immortality?"

"The followers of [The Immortal Lord] have indeed spread this idea and earn gold pounds by performing rituals for ordinary people."

He nodded to the bullets, expressing satisfaction.

"However, this approach cannot help ordinary people live longer. This is essentially a sacrificial ceremony. The life span of humans with blood and silver is sacrificed to the evil god..."

He immediately shut his mouth because the bell rang and someone came to the door again.

This is really a new thing. Although the business of Dad's antique shop is booming, most of the customers invite Dad to visit in person or purchase through private channels. There is never such a density of casual guests like this who occasionally intrudes.

"Oh? Level five gifter?"

Before he even had time to observe his appearance, Jenkins noticed something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect there would be so many surprises today.

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Shop."

The apprentice took the initiative to greet him, but quietly put his right hand behind his back, making a dangerous warning gesture.

"Guest, what do you need?"

"Let me take a look first."

The new guest is a man wearing black boots. He is unusually tall, at least 6.5 feet (about 2 meters) tall. Wearing a black soft hat on her messy brown hair, there is a circle of silver patterns on the brim.

The pores on his face are extremely large, the red nose is high, and he has very rare heterochromatic eyes. The left eye is a common brown, and the right eye is a very rare green, a disgusting green like moss.

Among them, the green one has a rich red aura coming out of its eyes. This must be a special item that is eligible for numbering!

The man's eyes glanced at Jenkins and then at his father, then ignored them and walked to the shelves to observe the antiques.

Jenkins turned to look at his father. He pushed up his glasses and shook his head slightly to signal Jenkins not to act rashly. Dad trusted Jenkins very much. He knew that Jenkins was extremely sensitive to spirits, so he also paid great attention to the warning signals sent by Jenkins.

He put down the pen he was recording in his hand, then pointed to the side with his right hand, asking Jenkins to stand on the counter. He took something out of the counter and put it into his pocket, then walked quickly to the man's side.

"This is an ancient wine vessel that is at least 300 years old. Judging from the pattern and style, it should be used for sacrifices..."

Before the father finished speaking, the man gently waved his hand to signal him to stop talking. He remained silent, walked around the store, and then left.

"Your feeling is correct. I found that the eye is a special item. In this case, there is a high probability that it is the gifter, and it may be the magic eye."

There are naturally special eyes, but one may not appear for decades. Most of the magic eyes were transplanted the day after tomorrow, so Dad could make such a judgment.

"I'll follow him."

He quickly picked up the coat and hat on the hook, and took out the fake beard, wig and other props for disguise from the counter, and then hurriedly explained to Jenkins:

"Go to the church again and just go to Binsi. I'm not sure what level of benefactor he is now, so try to find as many helpers as possible."

Before Jenkins could reply, Dad quickly opened the store door and walked into the cold wind. Recently, there are rumors that the Magic Eye Collection Association has come to the local area. At this time, it has lost its trace and it is very difficult to find it.

"That's a fifth-level gifter, just like you."

Jenkins didn't have time to say this, so he could only stomp his feet twice in confusion.

The reason why the triangular paper talisman is not used to notify the church directly is because such talismans are expensive to make and have limited production. They can only be used when very important events occur.

Dad is not sure about the identity of the man now, and there is no malicious incident, so he decided to take the initiative to track him.

"Dad is an auxiliary civilian staff. Although he may not take the initiative to fight him, he may not be the opponent of that man if he fights."

Jenkins gritted his teeth, tore a page from the account book, and hurriedly wrote down the situation just now.

"Send the chocolate to the church, find Captain Binsi, or Mr. Schleich, or anyone else."

"Meow~"

The cat has never accepted such a task, raised his head and looked at Jenkins blankly. Seeing his anxious look, he rubbed his hand with his soft cat face.

"Send the letter to the church, where we had dinner that day, the long table!"

He described it again.

"Meow~"

The cat stretched out its front paws. Jenkins was stunned, then immediately found a ball of thread and tied the note there:

"Chocolate, come back immediately after delivering the letter. If you get lost, go to the church or our house. Don't run around. There are bad people everywhere in Nolan City."

He warned hurriedly and quietly again, reaching out to touch Chocolate's fur. Pushing open the door of the store, watching his cat quickly run along the wall into the mist, turning his head and calling to Jenkins, then wagging his tail and turning a corner and disappearing.

He was also worried about Chocolate, but Jenkins thought that his father might be in greater danger than the smart cat.

He hurriedly changed his clothes for going out, then put on the pistol with the bullets changed, took the cane, closed the door of the store first, and then walked quickly to the street.

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Chapter 254 Chapter 250 Eyeball Fly

"Eye of Truth!"

As the spirit of the whole body quickly converged into the eyes, even the vision was improved at this moment. In the direction where the old man and the stranger with the magic eye disappeared, two familiar light spots appeared in the distance.

Although it was very reluctant, he finally found the location of the two people.

The Eye of Truth, the most unexpected ability of Jenkins' soul after coming to this world, has not changed significantly after two upgrades. But the improvement of the spirit's observation ability is enough for Jenkins to find the location of the strong spiritual light through the wall at a very far distance.

Of course, this method is extremely mentally exhausting and puts a heavy burden on the eyes. If you want to monitor the city on a daily basis, then you are not far from becoming a blind person.

Jenkins lowered his head with his hat pressed down, leaned against the brick wall in the smoke, and walked forward along Queen's Avenue 5. He passed by the man with a suitcase. In order to save spirit, he would confirm the location of the old man every three minutes. Just like this, he walked through the foggy city. When he walked to the Joel Bridge across the Westminster River and pretended to look at the coolies and workers on both sides of the river, the old man and the man had stopped moving.

Tightening his collar to cover his face, Jenkins held down his hat with his right hand to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and stretched his head out from the bridge. He saw the old man and the man standing on the riverbank of the Westminster River, talking about something.

"We were discovered so soon?"

Jenkins didn't bother to think too much, and ran down the bridge quickly, bypassed the bridge pillars and came to the stone beach on the other side of the riverbank. The sound of gunfire had already sounded.

He shrank suddenly, and then walked forward quickly. The old man had opened the golden page shield, and Jenkins also pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger, but the bullet stopped in the air.

Without asking Jenkins how he got here, the old man looked at the man with half-open eyes and hands in his pockets, and shouted:

"Ordinary bullets don't work. I've confirmed that he is from the Magic Eye Collection Association. That eye is B-05-4-1072, the slow-speed eye of the sprint champion. Within the range of his vision, most objects can't move faster than the owner of the eye."

Jenkins understood the words "ordinary bullets" and "most", and immediately thought of his special bullets. But the tall man kicked the stone under his feet fiercely, and there was a bang, as if a steam bomb exploded, and the crackling stones flew towards the two.

Jenkins pounced and jumped behind the old man, who supported himself with both hands and blocked the stones.

"Hmph, old man."

The light in the magic eye became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, several light spots in front of the man's eyes began to shine.

"Mist!"

He whispered, and as the sound disappeared, the concentration of fog on the river bank instantly increased. A few seconds later, Jenkins and Dad could no longer see the man.

They stood back to back, pointing their reloaded pistols forward.

"Be careful, his level will not be lower than level 4."

Dad whispered, and suddenly turned the muzzle to the left. There was a gunshot, and smoke came out of the muzzle, but no follow-up feedback was heard.

"This kind of bullet will not work... Do you have the sanctified bullets?"

"No..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a buzzing sound from the left, like a group of seals flying over. Jenkins fired another shot, but what flew out of the mist was a group of bloody eyeballs like flies, and the waving wings were the cluster of nerves behind the eyeballs.

Jenkins felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by these eyeballs. He saw some strange hallucinations in the reflection of the eye closest to him. The eyeballs flew towards the two people. Jenkins fired bullets several times, but only hit five eyes. The broken eyeballs fell on the stone beach with a bang. The sharp stones broke the fragile structure, and the turbid and sticky liquid flowed out of it.

First there was the sound of the shell falling to the ground, followed by the whisper of the father in the ear, and the muzzle of the pistol directly sprayed out a dragon-like flame. This was enough to rival the firepower of a flamethrower, and soon the group of eyeballs were burned to death. A foul smell filled the foggy air.

"Is this also the ability of the father?"