The Master of the Strange Realm

After all, the more you know about astronomy and astrology, the less you think you know. This is a very profound knowledge, and even the stars themselves do not dare to think that they understand all the secrets of the starry sky.

The starry sky is vast and boundless, and the star realm hides endless secrets. Compared with these, the things in Jenkins' head are really nothing to mention.

"I only know a little bit of superficial knowledge."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand with his thumb and index finger together, leaving only a small gap to represent the extent of his knowledge reserve. I learned this action from my dad and it’s very appropriate.

"Very honest and very humble. These are the necessary qualities of a scribe."

Mr. Bellini praised in a low voice and wrote down a few words in his notebook. What Jenkins said was consistent with what he knew:

"The church has given me the task of finding astronomy teachers. This is also the past habit. According to the rules of the Nolan Diocese, these are a few astronomy professors or teachers who are trustworthy and have rich professional knowledge. You can take a look."

As he spoke, he stood up, handed a stack of information with black and white photos to Jenkins, and then sat back behind his desk again.

Jenkins placed the document bag on the coffee table in front of him and moved the teacup further away to prevent him from accidentally knocking it over.

"The church develops several new giftees every year, but the number this year is smaller. Some of these teachers who are willing to accept short-term teaching tasks are ordinary people, and some are gifters. The teaching cycle is about half a year, and we hope you will You can gain more through the course... As for the location and time of the class, you can negotiate on your own. Of course, the fees will be paid by the church, so there is no need to worry about it.”

While Jenkins was reviewing the information, Mr. Bellini introduced the situation in a low voice. The previous information was all normal, including teachers from the astronomy department at a well-known university in Nolan City, and senior members of the astrology club, but the last few information, which only had names, was a bit strange.

"Miss Audrey? Does this refer to the soothsayer lady who believes in [The Hermit of Destiny]?"

He pretended that he had only heard the name, because this was a pagan, and the relationship between the two was too good, which would cause criticism.

"Yes, Dad should have mentioned it to you once or twice."

Mr. Bellini nodded.

"But isn't she a pagan? The following information, aren't they all the information of pagan benefactors?"

Chapter 258 Chapter 254 Burning Wood

Jenkins pretended to lower his head to check the information, but he was suspicious in his heart: "What's going on, are you testing me? No, I remember that Miss Audrey's relationship with the Sage Church is quite good..."

"Yes, there is no precedent for letting pagans serve as teachers of newcomers. But we rarely let pagans teach. You should be able to think of the reasons. Therefore, even if there are great people in this city, We have never tried to ask for help from the Church of the God of the Starry Sky (referring to the All-Seeing Starry Sky), but this time the situation is somewhat special... Let's just say that we hope that Mr. Williamt can be there at the earliest. Study under good conditions.”

He put one hand on the table, leaned forward, and stared into Jenkins' eyes:

"Mr. William, as the living son of the church in this era, you should bear more responsibilities. But your current level of benefactor is still very low, so you will temporarily stay in Nolan Diocese to experience being an ordinary scribe. life. But sooner or later you will leave here and move to a broader stage, we all know this..."

"Yes, sir."

Jenkins catered softly, feeling very uncomfortable with the suddenly serious atmosphere, but he still straightened his waist and pretended to have a 'taught' expression.

"There are more than one conferees in this diocese who have the qualifications, ability, and the desire to serve as astronomy teachers. Miss Audrey and the conferees on the following papers are the most suitable. None of them are from this diocese. The resident benefactors of the diocese have very little to do with the interests of our church, and the most suitable one among them, Miss Audrey, is a diviner, and her research on astronomy is very unique..."

"gentlemen."

Jenkins raised his hand in embarrassment and interrupted him, "Sir, what do Miss Audrey think?"

"I went to visit her last week and Miss Audrey told me that it was no problem and she would be happy to accept the job."

"Did you mention my name?"

he asked again.

Mr. Bellini shook his head: "I know what you are worried about. Unless the intention is finally reached, no outsider will know who the new gifter is. The church's confidentiality regulations are very strict."

"You may have misunderstood."

Jenkins nodded, slowly complaining in his mind. He was thinking that maybe Miss Audrey had learned that the person was referring to him through some kind of divination ritual. But there is no problem, the two are considered friends, and it is convenient if the astronomy teacher is her.

"Then this is it. To be honest, I haven't come into contact with such a professional fortune teller. It should be interesting to think about it."

"Don't you need to think about it again?"

he asked again.

"Well...that's it. This is just learning general knowledge, you don't need to think about so many things."

"That's right."

Mr. Bellini touched the beard on his chin and nodded slightly, "Then I will communicate with Miss Audrey in the near future, and she will contact you directly to start the course. Of course, if any accidents occur during the course, you can Come to the church for help at any time. Although Miss Audrey has maintained a long-term friendship with our church, we cannot take it lightly."

"Yes, sir."

Although Jenkins said this, he believed that Miss Audrey's credibility was still very high. Besides, what's the danger of a bachelor running into a single woman's house? Will she lead Jenkins to summon some evil god or demon?

Of course, safety first also makes sense.

Nothing strange happened again that day, and I planned to give Chocolate a bath when I got home. But Chocolate still hated bathing and hated getting his hair wet. He had a fight with Jenkins at home, and Chocolate ended up victorious. Cats are much more flexible than Jenkins.

Chocolate seemed to insist that he was not dirty. As for how Jenkins read the cat's thoughts, even he didn't know.

"Perhaps the ability of [Cat's Elegance] is really the result of observing cats."

He thought so in his mind.

After dinner, Jenkins usually writes for a while. He opened the cap of the ink bottle and was suddenly startled, as if he thought of something. So I put down the pen and dipped my little finger in some ink.

"Chocolate, you are a cat, and you and the tiger should be close relatives."

The cat lay on his right side and fiddled with the black metal piece with its paws, ignoring these boring words.

"It would be interesting if you drew patterns on your forehead."

As he spoke, Jenkins hugged his cat and stretched his little finger to its forehead.

Chocolate struggled symbolically, stretched out his paws to the table, and then gave up resisting Jenkins' childish behavior.

Jenkins carefully drew the lines of the tiger's forehead on Chocolate's forehead, and then used Nian Shu to draw a few pictures of Chocolate's current appearance and showed them to it. The young cat was not interested and was thinking about the milk tomorrow morning.

"So be it."

Jenkins clapped his hands to indicate that the matter was over.

"But the ink stained your fur, so we have to take a shower."

Without waiting for Chocolate to react, Jenkins grabbed it by the waist and quickly rushed to the bathroom.

"Meow~"

The shrill screams continued to echo in the room.

The next day was Saturday, and his father strictly prohibited Jenkins from going to the store, so he could only use the little free time to deal with things at home.

The fireplace was now cleared out and Jenkins needed to buy some fuel wood.

He bought the wood for his own use, and the quantity would not be too large. Even if he bought a winter's worth of wood at one time, he could store it in the basement under the house. He just needed to pay attention to the storage issue.

When Chocolate walked out of the house with an unhappy look on his face, the cold wind mixed with thick fog rushed towards each person and the cat. The cat was still angry with Jenkins, but it couldn't care less at the moment. It scurried from his boots to his feet and kept picking at his trousers.

Jenkins bent down and picked up Chocolate. The cat shrank into his arms and then let out a pleasant sound.

There are also stores that specialize in selling burning wood in the city, but the one Dad and Jenkins recommended is on the outskirts of the city. They own a small forest farm, but the city's environment is not suitable for the growth of wood for stoves, so the wood is actually transported from the further south of the Kingdom of Chesland.

The boss is a plump middle-aged man with a bald patch on his head. When he met Jenkins, he was wearing a khaki jacket with a brown cotton coat underneath. The man’s fingers were covered with calluses, which he said were traces of his work as a lumberjack when he was young.

Chapter 259 Chapter 255 The Elf of the Forest

I heard that Jenkins was introduced by Oliver’s father, and the owner of the lumberyard actively shook hands with Jenkins. He introduced a kind of wood that emits aroma when burned, which was rare in this era when spices were equivalent to gold.

But Jenkins didn’t want to be taken advantage of, his father had warned him, so he didn’t want to buy back some wood that had been soaked in fresh petal concentrate and then dried.

The land near the forest farm is unusually wet, and it feels like the soles of your shoes are sinking into the soil when you step on them. This forest farm is not big, but business is still booming. After Jenkins arrived, customers started to come one after another.

Most were men who looked like butlers, and some were middle-aged men like Jenkins who came to negotiate the price in person.

Jenkins bargained with the boss for a long time, and finally bought the wood for winter under the "reluctant" expression of the other party. Both of them gave in. The boss promised Jenkins that he would find some workers to level the ground in the basement and waterproof it to prevent the wood from getting damp, and Jenkins would have to pay for the shipping of the wood.

That's a lot of money.

It wasn't until Jenkins paid the deposit and signed the contract with the boss in the cabin that the two of them smiled in unison. As for who took advantage, it's hard to say.

Jenkins rarely leaves the city, so he decided to take a walk around the area before going back. The boss naturally would not object. He told Jenkins that except for a small part, this forest area is the city's public asset, which is managed by taxes every year, and the profits are directly invested in the construction of urban public facilities. The Nolan-Pasadena Union Railway Company successfully raised funds, and the kingdom used the profits of this forest area to support it.

Every summer and autumn, many people come here for outings and hunting, so he also serves as a supply station and equipment rental office. But now it is late autumn, and few people come here for outings. The fat boss showed a warm smile, rubbed his hands and asked Jenkins if he needed a hunting rifle and a hunting license, which he could handle here, and Jenkins had begun to worry about his wallet.

If it was a few weeks ago, that time would be the best time for hunting. But now the first snow has fallen, and the animals in the forest rarely come out to forage, so those who hunt at this time are just laymen who are looking for something new.

Take Jenkins for example. He happened to have time today and was in a good mood. He also remembered his father's advice to "go out more when you have time." He spent another 1 pound and 3 shillings to get a full set of hunting equipment from the forest owner.

This price is actually very fair. The main cost is the hard "hunting license." After all, the forest belongs to the city, the city belongs to the country, and the country belongs to the royal family.

Poaching in the royal forest is not a crime that can be solved by a fine.

In Mr. Ink Club, Jenkins also practiced the use of hunting rifles, but this double-barreled single-shot shotgun is too difficult to use. The hunting rifle is even equipped with a rusty iron fiber, and the iron fiber needs to be used to poke the muzzle before each shot. Even this gun has no rifling, and where the bullets fly depends entirely on the guidance of the hermit of fate.

After he went deep into the forest, he fired a few shots and lost the rabbit he had finally found, and then gave up hunting. Originally, he wanted to let Chocolate, who had a very sensitive nose, temporarily serve as a hound, but after finding that it was not as big as the rabbit, he was worried that the young kitten would be bullied by the ferocious big rabbit, so he let Chocolate stay in the backpack behind him.

This was also provided by the boss. There were spare bullets/bullets, ropes, towels, kettles, flints, burning signal sticks and other items, which were completely worth the cost of 1 gold pound. At least from this point of view, the boss was still very conscientious.

He planned to spend most of the morning and afternoon in the forest farm, then go back to the city to repair his pocket watch, go to the detective agency to take a look, and then go to the bar to get Elderon's reply.

At noon, Jenkins stepped on the fallen leaves and stopped under a big tree with hideous branches to eat lunch. He didn't go too deep, one was to worry about getting lost, and the other was that his purpose was just to relax.

"Canned food, and dried beef."

He took these foods out of the bag, Chocolate looked at them with disdain, and climbed up the tree along the trunk. Although the cat was young, it had a strong sense of balance, so Jenkins was not worried that it would fall.

Sometimes, luck is hard to predict. After opening the can, Jenkins was struggling with whether to try the suspicious sticky meat paste in the tin, when he heard a strange sound:

"Cack~"

It sounded very much like the sound of the crazy A-12-02-4219, but there were actually some differences. The sound was thinner, crisper and shorter.

Jenkins threw the can aside decisively and pulled out his pistol from his waist.

The air in the suburbs was much better than in the city, but there was still a faint mist in the woods, and even the noon sun in late autumn could not penetrate it.

The crisp and short laughter was getting closer and closer. Jenkins heard the sound of chocolate hitting the leaves behind him, but he ignored it.

A few minutes later, a palm-sized humanoid creature with transparent cicada wings emerged from the grass in the distance.

"Elf?"

Jenkins still didn't put down his gun. On the contrary, he was more alert.

Elf refers to a kind of alien creature with many subspecies. It is not the kind of humanoid creature with pointed ears and excellent shooting skills, but the evil and twisted little creatures in ancient myths and legends that tempt humans who stray into the forest.

Among the subspecies of elves, there are also some kind and lawful creatures like Smurfs, but the proportion is very small. Most of the species that humans can encounter are handsome in appearance, but in fact they are full of malice.

One theory is that the origin of elves comes from the souls and resentment of the forest. But there is no evidence for this theory. More people still believe that elves are supernatural creatures left over from ancient times.

The elf with a crazy smile slowly flew towards Jenkins. Jenkins raised his gun and could see its appearance. On the white face, there is a pair of spiritual narrow eyes with green pupils, and the mouth that is not as big as a bullet is constantly opening and closing.

"Giggle~"

Ten meters away from Jenkins, it stopped, crossed its matchstick-like arms in front of its chest, and then suddenly pulled down, a rainbow-like beam began to spread outward, wrapping her up like a round bubble.

"Giggle~"

Jenkins felt a sting in her ears, held the gun with her right hand, and touched the side of her face with her left hand, and actually felt blood.

PS: Hunting/equipment is actually a sensitive word, what's wrong with this word?

Section 260 Chapter 256 Treasure Elf

"what do you want to do?"

Jenkins asked the handsome elf, gradually becoming convinced that this was definitely not a kind creature.

A gust of wind blew by, and there was a rustling sound on the ground covered with fallen leaves, but Jenkins was in a worse mood.

As the question was asked, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the elf's face underwent strange changes. The originally handsome face began to melt like wax.

The skin sags and the complexion becomes sallow. In an instant, the face turned a dirty yellow, the eyes were as scary as two deep wells, and the corners of the mouth were almost level with the eyes. Even in fairy tales, such terrifying creatures do not appear.

It asked in a shriller voice: "Young traveler, do you want the buried treasure?"

As if tempted by the devil, Jenkins subconsciously wanted to say "I want", but the chocolate suddenly jumped out of the tree and landed on his shoulder.

Being pressed by the cat, Jenkins felt a subtle dizziness in his head, and then realized the current situation. Blinking his eyes, he realized that this was not a strange species at all. The black aura represented that it was a strange thing.

"A-11-02-3219."