The Master of the Strange Realm

"Liar, military documents, bounty... Isn't this what Miss Miller is pursuing?"

It's not unreasonable to think so. The three of them met before entering the Flame Realm. Jenkins was tracking a person infected with the Gear Bacteria, and then discovered that the man was actually a spy for the Chesland Kingdom and had infiltrated the scammers. Miss Miller went to find the two men, seemingly to retrieve some documents.

"No, what she is looking for seems to be something involving personal privacy, probably photos or letters, not military secrets."

But no matter what, some of Jenkins' inner doubts were finally solved. In the first half of this month, the followers of [Prince of Lies] were still very arrogant. Even when Jenkins went out for a walk at night to walk his cat, he would encounter bad guys throwing steam bombs at random. But recently, these people seemed to have suddenly disappeared. It turned out to be because of this.

When he thought of the followers of [Prince of Lies], he thought of the letter he sent to Eldron, and he thought of finding time to go to the bar, and he thought of making up a reply. Although there were no sequelae from the coma, Jenkins felt an inexplicable headache.

"That's all my information. Let me tell you in advance, if anyone knows what happened in the hunting area of ​​Dicker Heights on the outskirts of the city this afternoon, I can buy the information for 10 pounds."

The place Mr. Hood mentioned was where Jenkins was this afternoon, but no one answered his question.

"Then let me do the next one."

Mr. White Cat raised his right hand slightly and said in a low and slow voice:

"You should know where the place is at the bottom of the mountain, right?"

His hand pointed to the right. At the foot of the hillside was a complex of buildings covering a large area.

"Burton Winery."

Miss Magic answered this question with almost no pause.

Jenkins' eyes narrowed, "Is her true identity related to this place? No, it may have been investigated in advance."

"Oh yes."

Mr. White Cat was also surprised, but he just looked at her suspiciously and continued to point to the manor between the trees and said:

"In the middle of this month, the Starry Sky and Balance Church transported the corpses of twenty-eight death row prisoners here. I don't know the specific reasons. I don't have the guts to spy on the actions of the Zhengshen Church, but surprisingly, for the time being, The corpses stored in the winery disappeared before being used. Yes, it was not the followers of the Star Lady who consumed them, they were really stolen..."

Jenkins subconsciously looked at Miss Magic. The last time she encountered A-01-2-2221's unfortunate wishing tree, she asked herself the purpose of those corpses. Unexpectedly, I can still hear this topic to this day, but the purpose is still unknown.

"Who would steal a body?"

Jenkins took over the words. He pretended to have thought of this inadvertently. After all, only his face was exposed here. "I heard that the followers of the [Immortal Lord] are still active in Nolan. Could it be them?"

"I don't know, but cultists do consume a lot of corpses or other disgusting things when they hold rituals."

He made a sound of disgust, but it was quickly covered up by the sound of fallen leaves blowing in the night wind. Seeing that he stopped talking, Jenkins became the third person to share information:

"Speaking of the followers of the [Immortal Lord], that is, the people of the illegal organization [Life Sharing Alliance], they have also made some small moves recently. Mr. Black Cat mentioned these people coming to this city from other places a few months ago Recently, a friend of mine was seriously ill and was tricked by people from this organization into injecting a liquid containing trace amounts of metallic silver particles into his blood vessels... Tsk, tsk, tsk, I think you all have ordinary friends too. , we must remind them to be careful about such things. After all, this is the means by which the so-called immortal being absorbs the life span of mortals.”

"Silver injection?"

Mr. Black Cat asked with some confusion. It seemed that he was not aware of this method.

"Yes, they claim that silver is the purest substance in the world. Although it is not as expensive as gold, this is just the ignorance of mortals. The Supreme God who controls life span is very kind. He will allow humans with pure bodies and souls to have a longer time and stay. In the human world, there are pleasures or... There are other nonsense sayings that I don't remember. The benefactor knew it was a lie as soon as he heard it, but those village women in the mountains and countryside who had never seen extraordinary things, or the terminally ill people who were ill and sought medical treatment indiscriminately Patients, or wealthy aristocrats and factory owners who are nearing the end of their lifespan but have large fortunes, don’t think so.”

He shook his head slightly. There were many such examples in the information he had read about the cultists. Some people were just defrauded of their money, while some not only had their families destroyed, but even their souls were stolen by evil gods.

"It's really terrible."

Mr. Black Cat expressed his opinion in a low voice, "Extending lifespan through occult rituals is something that mortals have been pursuing since ancient times. But this practice itself can easily attract evil gods, evil spirits, or even weirder things. Righteous Gods The church has long classified this practice as a taboo. Once discovered or reported, the church has the right to directly execute the organizer of the ceremony. This is very reasonable. Mortals are mortal, but some people cannot face it calmly. ”

"Even among the gifted ones, only a few can face death calmly."

Jenkins also sighed, thinking of Mr. Constantine. In order to extend his life, he took risks and merged with strange things, and in the end even the corpse was devoured. This is a level 8 benefactor, an existence that the six people standing here can only look up to.

He is still like this, let alone a weaker mortal.

In this era when religious power is still strong, the church has certain law enforcement rights, which is also clearly written in the sacred "Tower Agreement" (revised third edition).

Not only performing prohibited occult rituals without authorization, but also many things, such as hiding prohibited items, prohibited books, etc., are taboo matters that can be directly executed by the church.

The last time the Zhengshen Church carried out a public execution by fire was 682 years ago, when a country witch tried to summon alien species from another world. She was just an ordinary person, but the ritual she arranged caused big trouble. Today's execution methods mostly use poison and shooting, which can be regarded as more humane with the progress of civilization.

Jenkins knew the horrors of religious trials in his world's history, and he also knew that the world's religions were more than just the kindness he saw. In the corners he couldn't see, there were many horrific and cruel things that were unimaginable.

After all, this is a world whose civilization level lags behind that of the earth.

Chapter 269 Chapter 265 ‘Improper Thoughts’

"I know something related to the charism of the Civic Square. Descendants of the Asyash family appeared there, and were blocked by the benefactors of the five churches in Nolan City."

While Jenkins was thinking about those things, Mr. Black Cat had already revealed the secret information he had obtained.

Sure enough, several other people exclaimed together with Jenkins, who was belatedly aware. As for how many of them are really surprised, it's hard to say.

"Asyash? That notorious family of demon summoners?"

Hathaway asked in a low voice, "Hasn't it been eliminated long ago? I have only seen this name in ancient books."

"Resurgence is a very common thing for those damn lunatic organizations or families. I have never understood why the righteous often die after just one serious injury, while the evil can survive even if they are burned to ashes. Comeback?"

Mr. Black Cat's words were somewhat indignant.

"You are talking about the content of knight's novels... What is happening around us is not like this. You just said it yourself, mortals are mortal, and no one can always come back."

Mr. Hood reminded in a low voice, and then looked up at the starry sky through the dry branches twisted together like finger bones. In late autumn and early winter, the stars in the night sky are particularly shining.

"Mortal~"

I don’t know what he was feeling.

"I don't know if you have heard that the Nolan Police Department's morgue on the outskirts of the city has been prone to frequent accidents in recent weeks. There have been three digits of corpses with eyeballs dug out, but the police gentlemen have not been able to solve the case so far."

This was the voice of Miss Magic, the Lady of Mysteries and Ritual, who stood beside Jenkins. During the previous conversation, the black hood had been pointing towards the chocolate on Jenkins' shoulder.

This cat is the only one in the neighborhood that is not dark-colored, and it is particularly eye-catching in the dark night. If someone were to shoot here with an arrow at this time, it would be Jenkins who was hit by the arrow, because he knew that Chocolate would be able to avoid it.

"Why would anyone need those things? A ritual? I have heard that people from the Magic Eye Collection Association have also been active in the Nolan area recently."

Jenkins asked.

"Magic Eye Collection Association? Believers of [Void Eye Demon]?"

Her voice immediately became sharp, "I haven't heard about it yet. Are you sure about this news?"

Others also looked here, and Jenkins realized that the illegal organization had not yet revealed any clues. The only member who was caught was arrested just yesterday.

"The person who gave me the news is reliable, for sure."

He finally nodded, there was nothing to hide.

But Mr. Hood believes that "Mr. Candle" has just provided a valuable piece of information, and this is the second one. Although Jenkins doesn't mind this, the rules cannot be broken easily, otherwise accidents may occur in the future. Therefore, at his insistence, everyone gave Jenkins a five-pound note after discussion, which was regarded as the cost of purchasing the information.

Finally, it was Hathaway's turn. She coughed first, attracting everyone who was thinking a little divergently.

"Earlier last week, someone announced that a gift would be auctioned off last night, Friday. I followed the advice of a friend..."

The tone was a little weak, and Jenkins was sure it was referring to himself.

"I followed his advice and did not participate rashly. However, some things were discovered through the investigation. I think not many people knew about the [Ocean and Exploration] church's sudden search of the 'Old John Bar' in Pig Tail Lane last night. That was the final confirmed auction location. The church got the news and thought that the Pirate King Feimixiu would also appear, but the dozens of gifters who participated in the auction all fled because the host of the auction and the Zhengshen Church were facing each other. The fight took a lot of time.”

She paused and looked at Jenkins: "The gift that was auctioned was not taken out, and the navigators arrived. But a gifter with special abilities believed that the auction item was a magic eye."

"Look at what I do, I don't know about it."

He, Mr. Candle, shook his head innocently, "I really haven't heard of this matter, and I'm not a news dealer. If any of you have a friend who is a gifted person working in the [Ocean and Exploration Church], you can go and ask about it. But generally, illegal gifted people will avoid the Orthodox Church. Since that person dared to resist, he is probably on the wanted list."

"I think so too. Mr. Candle's statement makes sense. That person is very likely to be from the [Magic Eye Collection Association]. As for the reason for holding the auction... Is it to find someone locally?"

Mr. White Cat also expressed his opinion. Among the six people, he was the only one standing in a posture leaning against a tree. Seeing that no one expressed an opinion, he continued:

"But hasn't the pirate king left Nolan City yet? It's been almost a month since we last ran into him..."

No one could answer his question, because no one could successfully guess the thoughts of a madman.

The next step was the free trade link. At the beginning, Mr. Hood called Jenkins aside.

"This shouldn't be an ordinary pet, right?"

He asked straight to the point, referring to the yawning cat lying steadily on Jenkins' shoulder.

"I can't sell Vanilla to you."

Jenkins squinted his eyes and took a step back, holding his cat's head with one hand on his shoulder, and said immediately. The white cat Vanilla also cooperated and made a threatening sound of "meow".

"No, no, no, Mr. Candle, I have no intention of buying your pet. What I mean is, did your cat take special potions, or is it born so smart?"

"Born, I picked it up on a rainy night, and it took a long time for it to trust me."

Jenkins' eyes were alert.

"That's a pity. I have always wanted an animal companion with special abilities, like an owl or something."

Mr. Hood said regretfully, and seeing that Jenkins still looked like he was facing a great enemy, he shrugged and didn't continue to ask about it.

Jenkins also came with a purpose today. In addition to exchanging some materials with several people, he also specifically asked Miss Magic about some things.

The two of them left the place where everyone was gathered, walked a few steps to the side, and then began to talk:

"I remember that when I met you last time under the tree, you mentioned that you could restore any ritual?"

Chapter 270 Chapter 266 Miss Magic, who raises the price (more updates for votes)

"Any ritual? Mr. Candle, do you think I'm a god?"

Miss Magic sneered a few times, and seeing that Jenkins still had the same expression, she added:

"Most modern rituals can be restored, but after several eras of changes, ancient rituals and modern rituals have undergone some subtle changes in principles and rules. If you need me to restore an incomplete ritual, then you must at least provide me with an incomplete sample for identification, the more detailed the better."

"Okay, but you have to swear to your god that you can't leak any information about this matter to any being with or without intelligence, or sometimes with or without intelligence."

Jenkins added that this is to prevent the church from discovering the revival of the "Gem Gathering". Although most people who knew the details of the gathering are dead, it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

"You are really cautious."

The woman made another sarcastic comment, and Jenkins suspected that this was revenge for Jenkins's refusal to give in when they met last night.

"Swear to my Lord, [Lady of Mystery and Ritual]..."

But she still raised her right hand, palm facing Jenkins and recited the oath.

After swearing, she paused and asked again:

"I want to remind you that it is very difficult to restore the incomplete ritual. My fee is very high, even if it fails, I still charge money."

"Do you charge for materials or special items?"

"Of course."

The woman nodded and stretched out her hand to Jenkins. Jenkins' right hand was behind his back, and he drew a piece of paper out of thin air. On the paper was the appearance of Constantine's basement. When he was carrying out the church's mission, he had carefully observed it more than once, and there was a specific text description of the ritual effect written next to it.

Miss Miller was about to leave Nolan, and if she wanted to contact her again in the future, she could only rely on letters. But this efficiency is too low, and Jenkins is still thinking about the "savior" she and Miss Audrey mentioned. Now that they have become familiar friends, the possibility of successfully obtaining information has increased. How can he cut off contact now?

And this is one of the few friends who can talk about mathematics with him, and he can be regarded as a half-confidant.

"Good painting, wait a moment, this is..."

Miss Magic looked up at the man in front of her, "B-07-4-7711, "Gathering in the Forest"? I only heard the name before, and it turns out that this is the function. Since it involves the use of special items, the price should be more expensive. Do you have B-07-4-7711? I need to take a look."

"Okay."

Jenkins nodded. He folded the painting into a square and sewed it on his underwear. When he left Hathaway's bedroom just now, he took it out.

"Why is it wet..."

The woman complained softly and unfolded the painting with her hands wearing white lace gloves to check it.

Take advantage of this opportunity to look back. Hathaway was discussing something with Mr. White Cat with her head down, not paying attention to this side.

"I roughly guessed what kind of ceremony this is. You should be thankful. This ceremony is not complicated. The gifter who designed it is not very knowledgeable in ritual studies, but he is indeed a little clever. This is the change made. Well, it is obvious. I can even help you change some details to make the final effect more perfect. But the price..."

The ability light spot was slightly brighter. The woman probably had a plan. She handed B-07-4-7711 back to Jenkins, then stretched out her white hand, twisted her thumb and index finger together, and continued in a deliberately sweet voice.

"The price is not cheap."

Jenkins smiled with the corner of his mouth raised, held the tree beside him, and whispered:

"Miss, you quote the price."

The tree trunk was a little rough and chilly, but still alive.

"Ten thousand pounds, yes, gold pounds."