The Master of the Strange Realm

Walking close to the dark and cold wall, he checked the candle-lit stalls one by one. But considering that we are not rich, we just have a look.

"Maybe I can sell some stuff too and make some gold pounds."

He suddenly thought of this idea, but ordinary spells were not very profitable. The only one that could make big money was Old Jack's [Witch's Kiss]. This extraordinary potion can enhance the charm of women, and the potion is extremely rare in nature.

But the problem is that Jenkins only knows how to make this kind of medicine. If too many are sold and attract attention, Dad will communicate with Old Jack again and it will be revealed that Jenkins is selling medicine on the black market.

"Wait, is it illegal to sell drugs on the black market?"

He frowned, feeling that he had grasped the key point.

"Forget it, let's go back and try to make a small amount first and see what the success rate is."

Now that you have thought of these, you need to purchase some raw materials. As a relatively basic potion, Witch's Kiss' simple effect means that the materials it requires are not uncommon. In fact, most potions do not require rare materials. The most important thing is to find a gifter who can make them.

The middle-man clown was still where he was, squatting there like a comical statue. There was a white candle burning in front of him. The still flame only illuminated half of his face, while the other half was hidden in darkness. Jenkins was stunned and almost frightened by this scene.

Chapter 276 Chapter 272 Tracking the Commission

"What's up?"

The clown's voice was still so erratic.

"There is a troublesome thing related to the Zhengshen Church... Forget it, let's find the huntress. Does she have time?"

"Yes, wait a minute."

Having worked with Huntress a few times, Jenkins believes the man moves quickly and gets the job done every time. The thing he wanted to entrust this time was very important, so he had to find someone with outstanding abilities.

"Oh, one more thing."

He stopped the clown who was about to find someone again. Seeing him putting out the candle with his ridiculously dirty cat's paw gloves, he took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice:

"I need an absolutely safe, anonymous bank account that can be used in the three kingdoms. Yes, it's the kind of account that handles troublesome money. Can you provide it?"

"It's very simple, 30 pounds. I will give you the account name and password in a moment. You can go to the traveler's bank to change these contents yourself, but I want to remind you, if you commit a crime, please don't get involved here."

"I know this. These are the rules of the black market... Wait, who said I'm going to commit a crime?"

"Hmph~"

The clown with his face covered in oil paint made a mocking sound, and then walked deeper into the darkness step by step.

Jenkins didn't know the situation elsewhere, but he believed that the underground black market in Nolan City was probably not the largest in the entire area. For the sake of safety, most illegal benefactors will not choose to settle in big cities. On the contrary, rural towns or small remote kingdoms are excellent choices.

Therefore, there are some large-scale black markets for benefactors in the countryside. These black markets are held regularly, but problems are more likely to arise in these unregulated places than in the tighter rules of urban black markets.

This was all introduced by my father.

It only took half an hour for the clown to come back this time. He also gave Jenkins a metal ring wrapped in a note. The upper part of the ring was inlaid with square metal. There was a string of fine details below the imprinted case on the metal. number. And Jenkins handed him 30 pounds.

The ring is actually a seal, and the note contains the bank account name and password. The three must be used together to master the entire account. Today's banking industry is not developed, and only the highest-standard accounts can realize remittances between different countries. Even so, it will take a certain amount of time to complete the data aggregation of different branches, and remittances between different places can only be completed in larger cities.

Moreover, the annual fee for this kind of account is also very high. The clown told him that he must keep at least 11 pounds and 3 shillings in the account so that it will not be frozen at the end of the year. Overall, it is a very troublesome thing.

When she saw the huntress, she had already reached the room lit by only one candle. Jenkins is now more certain that the location of this room is also underground, because he can hear the gurgling sound coming from above his head at this moment, which means that there are a large number of deeply buried steam pipes passing through the top of his head.

"The middleman said, you appointed me directly, so you are not a new customer? Or was it introduced by an acquaintance?"

Jenkins did not speak, but sat on the sofa with his back straight. This was not his usual sitting posture.

Sure enough, maintaining this posture, she did not recognize who Jenkins was.

"Okay, I have no intention of prying into your privacy, so what do you need me to do?"

"Currently, there are several benefactors of the [Sun and Justice] Church in Nolan. Their original purpose was to recover a special item, so they did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, but now they are not... I I need you to investigate what they are doing recently. I don’t need to know the purpose, it is too dangerous. I just want to know the trajectory of their activities since this week.”

He was worried that he would disturb those people and get burned, so he just wanted to know some of the current situation.

"oh?"

An interested smile appeared on the huntress' overly ordinary face: "I will not commit a crime."

"How many gold pounds?"

he asked coldly.

"I just need to follow, no need to investigate further?"

"You can think so."

"Tsk~300 pounds."

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Lion's mouth?"

Jenkins was not angry either, and still maintained that cold attitude.

"Lion? This is an interesting metaphor. But it is not a big mouth, because you are not telling the truth either - what are they doing? I must know this before I can act, otherwise no one can predict what will happen."

This makes some sense, but Jenkins certainly can't say that he has embezzled a drop of divinity from others.

"They are looking for something that even they themselves don't know. I am telling the truth."

The woman was silent for a while, and gradually frowned. Jenkins observed that a golden light spot in front of her was shining, and he didn't know what ability was at work.

"Since it's just tracking, it's relatively simple. But this commission involves the Orthodox Church, so I have to take some risks, so the price may be higher."

"That's right, I understand, but please give a reasonable price."

"As long as you understand, since it's a week-long trip, then...50 pounds."

Jenkins hesitated for a few seconds and wanted to lower the price as usual, but soon made up his mind: "Okay, but you must not be discovered."

He knew that the price was fair. The last commission for the house was 22 pounds, but that time, although the matter was troublesome, it was not certain whether there would be contact with the gifter, so it was cheap. This time, I have to take the initiative to track the gifter of the Orthodox Church. Although the price of 50 pounds is painful, it is not expensive.

While Jenkins was collecting the deposit, the female hunter sat opposite him and teased:

"Although I don't mind who you are, I hope God bless you and you are not a wanted criminal. Although stalking is immoral, it does not seem to be illegal. I hope your troubles will not involve me."

"I have no troubles."

He replied.

"I am not interested in this at all."

The woman shrugged and leaned back on the soft backrest of the sofa. But she was still alert in her heart, after all, the commission of this stranger was related to the Orthodox Church.

"Could it be a cultist who has been very active recently?"

She wondered in her heart, and looked at the man sitting at the edge of the candlelight again.

He had a blank expression on his face, and there was no special temperament related to his profession. But the more she stared at him, the more she felt that this person was very strange. As for what was strange...

Chapter 277 Chapter 273 Profits in the Alley

The female hunter's heart jumped suddenly. In this quiet and depressing closed room, something seemed to have changed.

As if facing an ancient statue, something disturbing was creeping in the shadow behind him. That ordinary face seemed to be covered with a veil, and the truth behind the veil was endless chaos.

There was a rustling sound in the quiet room, which was the sound of Jenkins reaching into his pocket. The hunter's face gradually turned pale. Although she was facing the body of a mortal, her soul was a real god. The overly sensitive woman accidentally saw part of the truth, and she only felt that she had difficulty breathing, and the pressure from all directions wrapped around her.

Her breathing gradually became lighter, and her body subconsciously shrank back. At this moment, a slender black and white tentacle slowly stretched out from the chest of the man opposite, and the tentacle swayed and continued to extend forward. And at the place where the tentacle connected to the body, a ball of meat was slowly wriggling, with a malicious shape, like a four-legged beast fused with the human body.

The man lowered his head and saw this scene, and his brows could not help but frowned. With a light tap, the tentacle stretched back.

"This is 20 pounds."

Jenkins pushed the money over, and the hunter was startled. As Jenkins spoke, the strange atmosphere in the room was finally broken. She breathed heavily, feeling that she was almost going crazy.

She looked at the chest of the man opposite her. Although the buttons were carelessly unfastened, there was no tentacles.

"Okay."

Her voice was a little weak, but she finally pulled the two banknotes that the man opposite her was unwilling to let go.

"Today is Sunday... Come to me on Monday in seven days, and I will give you the result."

Seeing that her face was not right, and she had been staring at him, Jenkins looked back, but could only see the wall through the darkness. He turned his head back, but stood up with concern and looked directly behind the sofa, still nothing.

"That's good, then we'll see you in seven days."

With an inexplicable evaluation, he nodded, stood up and left through the trapdoor.

He went around the black market twice and purchased some special materials that the church did not have, and then left carefully. The next stop was originally the post office. Jenkins wanted to send the letter to Miss Mary, but this matter had been delayed for a long time due to various reasons. But when he arrived at the post office, he remembered that the package containing the letter and three books was left at home.

When he went out, he tried to wrap a small scarf around the chocolate, but forgot about it when he was fighting with the cat.

"There are too many things going on recently."

He patted his head with a headache and stood on the corner of the street thinking about what he should do next.

It was almost noon, but looking up, the spire-like roof of the three-story building behind me was still shrouded in smoke. The first floor, made of stone bricks, was a store, but the walls of the second floor looked like white marble. There were a few wilted potted plants on the balcony that stretched out to the street.

Across the street was an old-fashioned restaurant, but the gilded sign and several carriages parked not far from the door told passers-by that the prices in this restaurant were not cheap.

There was a mailbox in front of the restaurant, and a rusty iron box leaning against the wall nearby. The left side of the box seemed to have been kicked hard and dented. Inside was the steam valve of this block.

A man in a black jacket leaned against the mailbox, smoking a cigarette. He exhaled a smoke ring and pulled down the red hat on his head that looked like a rag to cover his eyes, revealing only his chin full of stubble. This was a dirty man, his dark pants and black shoes were covered with mud, and even the hand holding the cigarette was covered with calluses, but the eyes that occasionally showed were full of frightening murderous intent, making people suspect that he was an idle gangster.

Jenkins did not pay attention to this man, but thought about where to go for lunch.

He put his left hand into his pocket, and when he took it out again, there was a golden ring on his index finger, which was exactly symmetrical with the iron ring on the index finger of his right hand that could monitor toxins.

"May wealth bless me!"

He muttered softly, stroking the surface of the golden ring with his left hand, then turned left and walked into the next door of the expensive restaurant.

Although the golden ring only appeared on his finger for less than a minute, the man leaning against the mailbox was attracted by the light reflected by the gold.

He grinned, pinched the cigarette and threw it on the ground viciously, then put his hands in his pockets and pretended to walk to the alley on the side.

After lunch, Jenkins walked back to the street, looked around, and planned to go to the bank first.

"Disguise, disguise."

He said to himself, and then walked into the alley with the cat who wanted to take a nap.

When he came out again, Jenkins, who had become an obese middle-aged man, had a leather wallet in his hand, which felt like cowhide.

"You actually want to rob me."

He muttered softly, took out the less than 3 pounds of small bills in it and put them in his pocket, and then threw the wallet back and fell on the unconscious man in the alley, who was covered by the garbage.

"Huh, poor guy."

He didn't realize that if he wanted to maximize the effect of the ring, it was actually the best choice to wear it on his hand.

In this era, the development of the banking industry was still in its early stages, and private banks almost did not exist. Even in a big city like Nolan City, the original owner of Jenkins, who was born and raised, had never heard of a famous private bank.

Today's banks can provide very few services, mostly deposits and withdrawals and remote transactions. The two most important ones are naturally the bank of the November God [Traceless Traveler] and the official bank of the Kingdom of Fidictli.

The basis of the former is to provide convenient goods deposit and withdrawal services for travelers, thus evolving into a financial institution; while the latter was proposed and established three years ago by the talented queen's distant relative, Miss Jessica Windsor. She also has a rare royal bloodline, but her succession rights must be outside the top ten. Jenkins has heard Miss Michael talk about this girl. She is quite powerful. She has taken over the government affairs of Windsor since she was 12 years old. It is said that the current Duke of Windsor has intended to let her inherit the title instead of those useless sons.

The business of the official bank covers aspects such as national bonds. Although it seems more comprehensive than religious banks, a considerable number of people still like the traveler's bank. In addition to the higher interest rate, the business of religious banks is not restricted by countries and regions.

Chapter 278 Chapter 274 Banks and Cats

The development of the banking industry is very optimistic, so the country's knowledgeable and intelligent businessmen and nobles have begun to intervene in this industry. Although it is not perfect, the basic structure of the banking industry has emerged. In addition to the unreliable small loans provided to small farmers and small factory owners, private banks also provide insurance services for middle-class families, which are functions that religious and national banks do not have. It is said that in the Kingdom of Cheslan, there are already large-scale private banks, but Jenkins in Nolan can only choose [Traceless Traveler].

He entered the bank with a disguised identity, and after showing the seal, he easily changed the information of the bearer account. He obtained this account to deal with those letters from Elderon. In the foreseeable future, his communication with the other side will continue for a long time, and there may be financial transactions.

And every time he puts money in the envelope, it is easy to attract the attention of border inspection when the letter crosses the border. Although the times are backward, the development of financial concepts is not backward. Large-scale banknotes across circulation will definitely cause trouble, so the best way is to conduct scattered and multiple financial transactions through banks.

Think about it carefully. At first, it was just to test whether the address of Green Avenue was the residence of cultists. Now I have been forced to open an account in the bank.

"I seem to have invested a lot of money."

Jenkins drank tea, waiting for the staff to complete the account matters, while calculating his gains and losses.

"I have indeed invested too much cash in Elderon. Now I am short of money and cannot spend so lavishly. I must think carefully when I go back tonight to write a reply. I remember that in the two letters I read, they seemed to want to ask me about investment..."

It's funny to say that the female banker who helped Jenkins the whole time seemed to be dressed inappropriately. The button on her chest was not fastened properly, revealing the hollow pattern bra inside. Jenkins kindly reminded her, but saw the woman's somewhat stunned expression.

"Interesting."