The Master of the Strange Realm

"..."

Fortunately, I held onto the tree just now, otherwise I might have fallen down now.

"Although we always raise prices when talking about business, this is a bit too much. I know it will be expensive, but it shouldn't be so expensive. Do you know what 10,000 pounds can buy? Even in Nolan, A large manor with a farm and a horse farm is about the same price, and we are considered acquaintances.”

This is already an astronomical figure. The combined worth of chocolate and Jenkins is about the same. Even in the upper class, there are only a few families who can spend so much cash at one time.

"But the cost of restoring the ritual is indeed not cheap. We are not businessmen, and I won't say anything about the cost. But you must know that I am the only one in Nolan who can help you."

The words were full of confidence, and Jenkins didn't think he could find anyone else.

"Is it worth it?"

he asked himself.

"After all, I just want to contact friends who are abroad. Although the letters are a little slow, it is not impossible to communicate."

There was already some reluctance in my heart.

"After I came to this world, the scope of my activities has been limited to Nolan. It is also a good thing to expand my horizons."

The balance in my heart swayed again.

"But I don't have that much money..."

He thought again, looking down at the grass beneath his feet. The grass leaves were yellow and drooping, and it seemed that they would not survive for a few more days.

He was struggling back and forth, and the magic lady standing under the tree didn't bother him, just quietly watching the man lower his head and thinking.

The cat opened its mouth in boredom and yawned. The tail swayed slightly, and the pupils of his eyes tightened as he looked towards the future. Then, when no one was paying attention, he tapped Jenkins on the back of the head. It is already very sleepy and wants to sleep.

"one thousand!"

"Twenty thousand!"

Jenkins looked at the woman opposite and knew that he had met his opponent when negotiating the price this time. Before he could change his words again, the woman spoke first.

"Hmph~, Mr. Candle, we are not buying food at a vegetable market in the countryside. Please show your dignity as a benefactor. Nine thousand."

Jenkins curled his lips, Jenkins Willamt's dignity was worth some money, but Mr. Candle's dignity was not as good as a hair of the white cat Vanilla.

"Give one more step, I am not a rich man, two thousand pounds."

"Mr. Candle, based on the few exchanges we have had, I think it is impossible for a gifter with such powerful strength, mysterious identity, and smooth intelligence as you to be short of gold pounds. And being able to feed a truly magical creature, such a person How can I be short of money? I always have to make some money. Restoring the incomplete ceremony requires a lot of preparations. I need cash to buy materials...eight thousand five hundred pounds."

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Chapter 271 Chapter 267 Price, Ashes and Wardrobe

"It's your business to buy the materials, and I really don't have that much money. Two thousand."

Jenkins spread his hands and didn't want to explain. In fact, he didn't eat much chocolate.

Miss Magic did not object immediately, but paused for a moment before asking again: "Only a thousand pounds each time? You have to know that I don't make much from such a transaction. With a little common sense, you should understand that restoring a Unknown rituals require a lot of attempts and preparations, and hundreds of pounds of materials may be wasted in one attempt. If you want to do this business, please show some sincerity."

The corners of Jenkins' mouth were trembling. He felt that he might not need to find another way to invest. I hope Miss Miller's knowledge and friendship are worth such a large expense.

"Five thousand~"

His voice was shaking. There has been no big expenditure recently, just a few dozen pounds spent on supplementary materials at the church. Because of completing Constantine's mission, the church paid him a sum of money in advance as a reward after processing the meat in the castle, which was about Around 500 pounds. Coupled with the usual income and my own savings, I can only get about 8,000 pounds. According to his understanding, Miss Magic's asking price is actually not high.

"It's not enough, add some more."

The tone is very firm, but actually the woman wants to laugh in her heart:

"Mysterious Mr. Candle, he makes such an expression because of money."

If Jenkins knew her thoughts, he would tell her that even the living false gods need gold pounds to survive.

"Eight thousand."

Miss Magic reported the final price, "Eight thousand pounds, I want cash. This is a preferential price given because of our acquaintance."

"Seven thousand."

"Eight thousand."

"Seven thousand."

"Eight thousand."

Jenkins stopped talking, saying goodbye to the days of lavish spending.

"How long does it take you to finish."

"A week, at least a week. I'll give you an address, and if the code appears there, I'm done."

There was a smile in her tone, and she didn't know if she was happy that she had made a big deal.

Jenkins felt depressed and gave her a paper bag containing 1,000 pounds as a deposit. Miss Magic reached out to get it, pulled it and found that it was not moving, so she snatched it away with all her strength.

She smacked her lips and carefully counted the banknotes in her hand with skillful techniques, making a swishing sound. While counting, he sighed softly: "I didn't expect that I would have such luck. I thought I wouldn't gain anything tonight."

Last time she made a wish to A-01-2-2221, the unfortunate wishing tree, so her luck would get worse for a while.

The so-called deposit usually only requires 10 to 30% of the total amount. After all, no one can completely trust a stranger who does not know his true identity.

"Everyone is pretty much the same, very cautious."

With this in mind, he thought the transaction was a success.

Although only six people participated in the party organized by Mr. Hood, all six people had something precious in their hands. Mr. Hood no longer tries to purchase the holy water he needs, but instead needs a material called the tail hair of the three sacred deer.

Mr. Black Cat happened to have it, and the transaction between the two was carried out in front of everyone. The transaction price for the small handful of colorful hair that could glow by itself was 30 pounds.

Jenkins guessed that these were materials needed for a certain ability learning ritual. Otherwise, Mr. Hood would not be so decisive when paying, but would be as entangled as Jenkins just now.

Using oneself to judge others, Jenkins felt that his idea was right.

Sometimes the purchase of materials requires luck. The silver clover, which was originally very common, was not carried by anyone this time. Miss Magic did not expect to be able to buy it, but she just casually mentioned "the ashes of illegal longevity people", but Mr. White Cat happened to have a bottle.

These are the ashes of people who used special means to live to at least 150 years old, so they are ridiculed as "illegal longevity people." There are very few rituals or special items in the world that can extend life, otherwise Constantine would not take the risk. Therefore, this kind of material is extremely rare. It can be said that Miss Magic is very lucky.

"Huh? Doesn't the wishing tree bring bad luck?"

Jenkins felt a little confused. He was also troubled by bad luck. It would be great if he could get a cheap transshipment method from others.

Mr. White Cat also brought a surprise to everyone. He was willing to provide a way to hold a special ceremony. Through this ritual, glasses or similar items can be given a week-long effect, giving them the ability to see through ordinary objects up to 3.5 inches (approximately 8.89 cm) thick.

"This thickness is enough to see through any human being and directly see whether he has a murder weapon on his body."

Jenkins thought carefully. Although his [Real Eye] could see auras through clothes, it could not detect ordinary knives, pistols or other murder weapons. But Mr. White Cat’s price was too high, and in the end only Hathaway was willing to pay.

There were no further incidents at this gathering. The six people made arrangements to notify the next gathering time and dispersed.

Jenkins deliberately chose the opposite direction to the direction Hathaway left. After everyone left the field of vision, he immediately pulled up his legs and ran wildly. All the way down the mountain, I bent down and ran in the wilderness, then climbed over the low wall of the slums and entered the city, avoiding the young people making out in the alleys, the suspicious middle-aged people gathering together for secret conversations, and the patrol policemen on the road. Finally, Hathaway returned to her residence on the riverbank before she could.

He climbed up the tree with ease, let Chocolate jump to the window sill, struggled to open the window with his cat's paw, and then jumped back to the bedroom.

He walked to the door first and gently turned the cold metal handle. It was still locked.

Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, closed the window and drew the curtains, and then wanted to take out his belongings in the closet and restore the indoor situation to the way it was when Hathaway left.

But as soon as I opened the closet door, I heard the voices of two women coming from the door:

"Miss Michael, the lady really said that no one can enter her bedroom before she comes back. Oh, I can't come to the second floor!"

The voice was panicked and overwhelmed. Jenkins had never heard such a voice before. It should be a servant in the house.

"You should know who I am and get back to your job. Hathaway would never hide anything from me."

The door handle was turned a few times, but of course it didn't open, and then the sound of the key hitting the keyhole could be heard.

"Oops! Miss Michael has the key to the room!"

Chapter 272 Chapter 268 The Man in the Closet

Jenkins turned his head sharply and took in his sight the slightly dim room because the gas light was not turned on:

"The bottom of the bed is too narrow. The sound of opening the window will arouse suspicion. The cover under the table is not strong. Hidden under the quilt unless I am crazy!"

He grabbed the cat that was trying to jump on the bed, then bent down and got into the closet, closing the closet door when it opened to a crack.

It immediately went dark, and there was a strange smell in the closet, but now Jenkins' attention was mainly on his hearing. He could hear footsteps outside.

Carefully moving some positions, Jenkins looked outside through the gap in the closet door with his wide right eye.

The person who came was indeed Bryony Michael. She pouted and walked into the bedroom with an unhappy look on her face. She looked around, then walked to the window and opened the fabric lace curtains that Jenkins had just closed.

He opened the window and looked at the Westminster River in the dark night in the distance. He was stunned for a moment, then closed the window with a clatter, and then sat down on the soft bed.

What she wore tonight was a long blue and white dress that was only tight at the waist and very loose in other parts. Due to the angle, Jenkins couldn't see what she was doing at the moment, and could only hear the sound of the maid bringing tea a few minutes later.

Chocolate couldn't be seen in the dark, but it kept rubbing against Jenkins' arms, very dissatisfied with the current environment. But the cat was very good and didn't make any sound, otherwise things tonight would be pushed to an unimaginable level.

Jenkins could only think of that kind of picture in the development of second-rate novels, and he definitely didn't want it to happen in reality.

In the single woman's room at night, the man hid in the closet, and the visiting lover sat on the bed. This scene seemed to be able to be written into the so-called knight novel. But Jenkins is not a writer who writes about that kind of subject matter, he is a pure fairy tale writer!

Hathaway also came back twenty minutes later. Maybe when she was downstairs, the maid had told her what happened here, so after the lady went upstairs, she hugged another lady skillfully without showing any abnormality.

But Jenkins always felt that Hathaway glanced at the closet intentionally or unintentionally, and she guessed where Jenkins was.

"What on earth is going on!"

The man was surrounded by women's clothes, and he was very dissatisfied with this unfortunate situation: "I've only heard of cheating women hiding their lovers in the closet, how could I encounter such a thing?"

The ladies outside the closet had closed the bedroom door, and then they talked in a low voice, followed by a chuckle.

Jenkins tried his best to hear what happened outside, but their voices were too small.

A few minutes later, with the sound of rustling, Hathaway, who was half-exposed, was thrown on the bed, and then Miss Michael also threw over.

"Gudong~"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes wide open, and tried to look outside through the gap. Although it was immoral to do it here, Jenkins was an adult man after all...

But the ladies who were hugging each other did not move. Hathaway blushed and said something to Miss Michael's ear, and then the two with slightly red faces left here barefoot, holding their high heels.

Before leaving, the red-haired lady waved her left hand behind her toward the window. Jenkins immediately understood what she meant. After the door was deliberately closed by the woman, he immediately walked out of the closet with his things, tiptoed to the window with the cat in his arms, and saw that there was no one outside. He jumped onto a tree nearby and quickly left the courtyard.

He ran all the way to the dim corner of the street, a place that Hathaway's residence could never see, and then he dared to hold his knees and breathe heavily.

I don't know if it was because he was suffocating in the closet, or running too fast, or the content of the glimpse just now remained in his mind.

"Damn it, calm down!"

He pinched himself hard and finally calmed down.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the dark street. Jenkins exhaled hard, then sealed what happened just now in his mind, picked up the cat who was too sleepy to open his eyes, carried his bag of things, and walked quickly into the alley.

For him, the scene just now was a little too exciting. At the same time, seeing the two ladies hugging each other, he actually felt a kind of... well, jealousy.

"Don't go crazy, Jenkins."

He said to himself, and made up his mind to avoid such things in the future.

There was no strange thing on the way, and he returned to his home on St. George Street safely. This surprised Jenkins, who was used to accidents and more accidents.

He was not in the mood to do anything else tonight. Even if he slept for a long time in the afternoon, he was exhausted from a lot of exercise at night.

"Crazy day."

He thought with his eyes closed, and then fell asleep quickly, and then welcomed a more exhausting dream.

The next day was Sunday. After waking up, Jenkins stared at the ceiling, recalling the shameful dream last night.

Through the window, you can see the hazy sky and the morning fog. I woke up too early today. It's not even six o'clock yet.

There was no sleepiness at all. In order to prevent himself from continuing to think about it, Jenkins got up early. Chocolate was still curled up and sleeping, and Jenkins didn't disturb it.

After washing up in the bathroom, he happened to see the milkman turning the corner from the second floor. He walked downstairs in pajamas and slippers, talked to the young man for a few words, and then went back to the kitchen with the bottle of milk.

The weather was already very cold, and the milk delivered was very cold. It needed to be heated before drinking, otherwise the cat might get an upset stomach.

The newspaper deliveryman came ten minutes later. He was a middle-aged man wearing a post office uniform. According to the neighbor Mrs. Goodman, he had been responsible for delivering newspapers in this neighborhood since five years ago. This dark-skinned, weathered man was familiar with Jenkins because he received the most letters in this area, and they were all letters from enthusiastic readers.

There was no important news in the newspaper. In the eyes of ordinary people, the most serious problems facing the city of Nolan were winter heating, steam pipe renovation, and changes in vegetable prices. Perhaps the editor of the newspaper also felt that this issue of the daily newspaper was too boring, so he actually used a lot of space to report the serial murders in Percival, Derbyshire.

The city of Nolan does not belong to any county. Although it is not large in area, its population and economy are comparable to any county in the south. In addition, it has an extremely important military location. The mayor of Nolan is directly responsible to the parliament and the royal family.