The Master of the Strange Realm

He looked at his captain, Feos nodded slightly and rubbed his hands: "That's right, it should be the 'twin devil'. This kind of person acts unscrupulously, doesn't care about offending anyone, and doesn't care about the severity of his attacks. . Although he helped us twice, we can't easily think that he is a kind person. After all, his behavior is not good at all. Hey, he actually blew up a house this time. How cruel. Who would do such a thing in the urban area? We can only use the excuse of gas lamp explosion to explain to the surrounding citizens."

"But the power of a gas explosion shouldn't be that great."

The young man on the side reminded.

"The underground pipelines also exploded. After all, the people don't know the specific details."

Chapter 288 Chapter 284 Morning at the Goodman House

Although many people do not admit it, such as the citizens of the royal capital Beldiran, Nolan City is indeed one of the cities with the best population density and economic conditions on the entire continent.

Monday morning here is always full of hustle and bustle. No matter what period it is, as long as there are periodic holidays, most people will always be in an extremely lazy mood on the first day after the holiday.

Such was the case with Mr. Goodman, who was forced to find a new job at a newspaper due to the closing of his machine shop. But as an experienced manager, he soon had new sources of income.

The current job I am working for is at the extremely famous Cooks Textile Company in Nolan City. This is a truly multinational company, and its products can be found in the three kingdoms. Whether it is the princess who is worried about the situation of mathematicians, or the mathematicians who are worried about it, they will come into contact with their products.

Its headquarters is in Nolan, and Mr. Goodman wouldn't have had the chance to get the job if it hadn't been for a friend he knew from his youth who was a personnel manager there.

He stood in the foyer of his home, watching his wife adjusting her collar on tiptoes.

"I may come back later in the evening. Winter is coming soon and work may be busy."

"That's no problem, honey. Just be careful on the road."

The woman stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the face, took off her apron and opened the door. Not paying attention to the cold air outside, she walked into the yard with her husband wearing cotton slippers.

"It's been really uneasy lately. This morning's daily newspaper urgently published an accident about the gas pipeline and steam pipeline explosion that happened last night. I don't know who damaged whom."

Mr. Goodman wore a brown plush suit, held a black briefcase in his right hand, and wore a pair of shiny leather shoes. Of course, if you are not wearing cotton socks, your toes will not be able to withstand such temperatures.

"It doesn't matter. Those damn bloodsuckers charge such high steam and gas bills every month. They can't afford a copper penny less. Now it's exploded. Haha~ are the people in the city hall taking our gold pounds?" Do you want to play with water?"

As a housewife, Mrs. Goodman is very concerned about home life.

“Does City Hall care about ordinary taxpayers like us?”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged gentleman couldn't help but complain, but he quickly cheered up. In fact, it was the cold wind this morning that forced him to shut his mouth.

After all, there is still some distance between the explosion that happened on the other side of the city and their lives. As long as it's not artificial and the prisoners don't live next door, they don't really have any fear.

"Speak of it."

The two of them were talking and walking outside. Mrs. Goodman looked at the home of her neighbor, the single Mr. Williams.

"Speaking of which, what does Mr. Williamson do? Although he goes out to work every day, he feels much more leisurely than you."

"Apprentice in an antique shop."

Mr. Goodman replied,

"Then why does he live here..."

Seeing his wife's expression of disbelief, the man gave her a tug, and then whispered:

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you remember the party I attended last week when I joined the company? My boss, the stingy fat man, mentioned something."

He whispered the rumors he had heard into his wife's ear, and the expression of disbelief on the woman's face became even stronger.

"Don't talk nonsense to others."

The man stretched out his hand and said, but his face was still very proud, because he knew a secret that his wife did not know: "Although Mr. William is younger, he looks very young. But he is a true gentleman. A true aristocrat. Let’s not discuss such upper-class matters casually. No one wants to get ourselves into trouble..."

He closed his mouth and greeted his neighbor on the same street, Lady Margaret, a widow who lived alone.

The woman looked a little unhappy, but she still stopped and talked to the couple for a while. After she left, a middle-aged man with a briefcase also walked past Margaret's house. Although he was a stranger he had never met before, he was probably taking a detour to go to work.

Thinking of this, Mr. Goodman couldn't help but think about his future. Due to the bankruptcy of his original company, he had to adapt to a new job at this age. Although working in a textile company for a lifetime was not bad, the intensity of the work was too great.

"Is Lady Margaret a little fat? She's not like this in the summer."

Mrs. Goodman didn't pay attention to her husband's expression, but stood on tiptoes to look at the woman's retreating figure. She didn't have the habit of prying into her neighbors' privacy, but since they lived on the same street, she was always curious.

"Maybe I'm afraid it will be too cold today and I will wear too many clothes."

Mr. Goodman replied absently, worrying about his hairline. This is something that middle-aged men should pay attention to. He is no longer a young man like his neighbor Mr. William. Time is fair to everyone.

Since the previous owner of the house where Mr. Willamette lived, the gambling-prone Baron, did not often appear here, the Goodman family and the Widow Margaret were actually neighbors who often communicated with each other. But until now, the Goodman family does not know the specific situation of Mrs. Margaret, but they have only heard her talk about her tragic past.

"I'm going to be late, so see you tonight."

The middle-aged man pushed open the fence door, looked to both sides guiltily, and then quickly kissed his wife on the cheek.

"See you tonight."

The woman said the same thing, and then watched her husband walk into the morning mist.

"Ahem."

She coughed twice, not from the disease, but from the air.

"The newspaper seems to say that a bill to regulate exhaust gas is about to be introduced."

She closed the fence door, muttered quietly, and then quickly dropped the question. She is just a small citizen, and this kind of problem should be considered by the gentlemen in the City Hall and the House of Representatives.

Her own cat also ran out, barked softly at her, and then looked at the second-floor window of the house next door. It shivered, as if it had seen something scary, and quickly fled back into the house with its tail between its legs.

Mrs. Goodman also turned her head and looked to that side. The curtains in Mr. William's bedroom were carelessly left open.

"It's called chocolate."

She looked at the cat on the window sill and whispered, and immediately thought of young Williamte lying on the bed sleeping soundly, her face immediately turned red.

Chapter 289 Chapter 285 Not a Scammer

As neighbors were talking about Jenkins, he was just waking up in his bed. After having dinner at Hathaway's place last night, the two of them had been talking in the study. The content ranged from recent anecdotes to occult knowledge, from the war on the other side of the continent to tidbits about the kingdom's nobles. It was almost midnight before Jenkins wanted to say goodbye and leave.

But Hathaway pointed out that since he wanted to use "being a guest at a friend's house" as an alibi, leaving at midnight would be unnatural.

So Jenkins spent the night sleeping in the guest room of Hathaway's residence and just got home this morning. Today the owner of the lumberyard will deliver the fuel wood he purchased, and the fireplace can finally be used.

Although it was agreed that the horse-drawn carriage would arrive around ten o'clock in the morning, it was not until lunchtime that Jenkins finally met the boss who personally escorted the wood. As agreed, he hired two workers to help Jenkins deal with the basement, and Jenkins also paid a large sum of money for transportation.

These were necessary, and the house would remain his residence for the foreseeable future, so the gold pound could not be saved.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when we sent these workers away.

Jenkins calmed the cat, who was upset by the noise, and lit the living room fireplace. Putting the poker aside, looking at the bright yellow flames, he finally smiled.

It wasn't until the maid prepared dinner and tidied the lawn outside the house that Jenkins finally got free time. The sun has set and he hasn't gone out all day.

Pulling the set of sofas near the fireplace as planned, Jenkins turned off the gas light in the living room, sat on the sofa in his pajamas, and prepared to deal with the reply to Elderon.

"Maybe tomorrow, Eldron will be able to close the net and arrest those fraudsters, so I won't have to write any more letters."

He comforted himself in this way and stroked the cat's back. It made a sound similar to purring.

Not everyone, after hearing about "successful investment", is like the gentleman on Green Avenue and directly sends cash to express his/her intention to participate.

Most people were cautious about asking about the specifics of the investment, but they also showed great interest.

"You forced me to do this..."

Jenkins has already made plans. Considering the current difficult economic situation, he will not invest too much money in this matter. Therefore, in order to continue to maintain the lie of "successful investment", the funds to ensure the authenticity of Miss Fabry's identity can only be provided by the recipient of the letter himself.

By this time, Jenkins had sent questionnaires to Elderon multiple times. In order to maintain authenticity, he would occasionally send out small batches of questionnaires even when he did not receive a reply.

Because the content of the questionnaire involves living habits, and he formulates more detailed questions based on each questionnaire, he can almost judge the financial situation of each recipient based on the content of the questionnaire.

He doesn't want to become a fraudster, he just wants to protect his "just cause", so he will never defraud others. That night, Jenkins, who was determined to successfully disguise himself as "Miss Fabry, a successful investor", spent a lot of time sorting through thousands of responses, and then roughly divided the economic situation of the responders into five categories based on the details of the questionnaire. category.

He exaggerated the profits of the mining business to the richest letter-writers. But at the same time, he "euphemistically" stated that those who had already participated in the investment in Nolan City were unwilling to accept new participants with large amounts of gold to share the gold pounds. In order to express his apology and gratitude, and to prove that "Miss Fabry" really made a lot of money and no longer needed financial assistance, a 1-gold pound note was attached to the envelope.

This was a lot of money, almost emptying Jenkins' pockets, but he knew there would be gains. Fishing always requires bait.

"Although this description is strange, it is definitely not a scam. I swear to the goddess that I will never seek a copper penny in this incident! This is a just cause!"

As he said this, he drew the holy emblem on his chest, then closed his eyes and lowered his head, with his hands clasped in front of his chest.

For the letter-writers with the worst financial ability, Jenkins directly stated that the mining business could accept some small participants, and the initial investment could be in shillings. After making money, they could increase their investment.

Based on this standard, five different replies are written according to the level of wealth, and then at the end of the letters of the last three types of replies, the account number of the bearer account just bought today is added, and they can directly remit money to the account.

This also ensures that Jenkins will no longer reply to the three types of poor replies, but only accept replies, and then transfer funds through the account. Once they really remit money, Jenkins will transfer 150% of the "profit" to the remitted account within 3 to 5 working days.

The extra 50% comes from the two richest investors. After "rejecting" the investment intention this time, as long as you play hard to get again, you can let them directly remit a large sum of money. Using the time difference, claiming that "the amount is too large and needs to be turned over", the remittance time of these two groups of replies is postponed, and the funds are continuously operated by the method of robbing Peter to pay Paul. As long as the operation is done properly, plus the cash on hand by Jenkins, it can last at least three rounds and make everyone profitable.

Then, he used words to hint that Miss Fabri had more shares in the mining business, but she had limited funds. He suggested that investors should attract more peers to participate. In order to make the "business" fairer, every time a new investor was successfully attracted, a larger bonus could be obtained...

This cycle repeats itself. As the master of all investments and the controller of the largest funds, as long as the income is reasonably distributed, the funds are gathered in a timely manner, and the speed of profit distribution is slowed down to balance the income and expenditure, the lie can be kept from being exposed for at least half a year.

As for what should happen after half a year, Jenkins believes that after such a long time, the fraudsters have been arrested, and he can hide his merits and fame, withhold the last principal, and return the money to all investors who "lost" because they did not have time to make a profit according to the remittance records.

"Yes, this is very good, very good. No innocent people will be harmed. Except for the time I have to lose, everyone just temporarily "deposit" their money in my account."

Jenkins firmly believes this, although the above routine is what he learned from the column of popular science and law. But this is not a crime, yes, he insists on this.

Chapter 290 Chapter 286 Magic Potion

Knowledge is power. After finishing the plan, Jenkins smiled righteously:

"In order to make the scammers on Green Avenue believe that Miss Fabry really exists and to learn more about them, my sacrifice is really great, but everything is for justice!"

This plan is perfect. Although the principle seems complicated, Jenkins only needs to control the account with a fake identity and keep sending new letters.

Of course, if the plan fails, Miss Fabry can use this as an excuse to successfully disappear. Although Jenkins may lose some gold pounds, as long as this matter is over, it will be worth it.

"Meow~"

Chocolate lay on the cashmere carpet in front of the stove to feel the warmth. It turned its furry cat head to look at its owner. Its mouth opened wide to reveal the pink meat inside, and its cat pupils looked at the words that kept appearing automatically on the blank paper.

The cat showed a very human expression of interest on its face. It stood up and gracefully jumped onto the sofa. Standing at the top of the sofa backrest, it lowered its head to browse Jenkins' plan.

This is the era of correspondence, and citizens can never know the identity of the stranger on the other end of the mailbox.

The red and blue moonlight illuminated Jenkins' disguised figure, carrying a sack that originally contained flour and stuffing thousands of letters into the mailbox.

Even in third-rate novels, there would not be such a funny scene, but Jenkins was righteous and did not care about his image at the moment.

Through many communications with the suspects on Green Avenue, he had a general understanding of the situation in the house. If the content of the reply was true, Jenkins believed that he would be able to make an effective judgment soon. In fact, at this time, he could even describe the decorations in the house. The love of the respondent for Miss "Fabry" seemed a little too strong.

But no matter what the young people's love would be like, Jenkins felt that he should be able to help the church and arrest the fraudsters as soon as possible.

Tuesday was also a boring day. Because of the cold weather, Jenkins spent the whole day in front of the fireplace reading, practicing rituals, and revising the first draft of Frozen. He was originally going to send the reply to Miss Mary, but he accidentally discovered some imperfections in the two books, so he decided to revise them again.

"Since it has been delayed for so long, the next two days will not be a big deal."

He thought so, not knowing what Miss Stuart, who was far away in a foreign country, was feeling at this time.

Jenkins also tried to prepare the potion-[Witch's Kiss]. In addition to rigorous techniques and qualified materials, spirit is also required for making potions.

In this process, Jenkins also understood why Old Jack said that only those who have the ability of the green soul source can be qualified to prepare potions. As described in the letter, he slowly stirred the clarified reagents in the bubbling crucible, while experiencing the subtle green spirit, overflowing from the depths of his body and soul.

Because the preparation of the potion requires a closed space, Jenkins chose his basement specifically. Right next to the pile of burning wood, as the dark yellow flames rose, Jenkins chanted the ancient language.

This ancient language means to pray to all things in the forest. The general meaning is similar to the prayer words today, except that the object of the prayer is a part of the world.

With his arms open in a hug-like posture, the spirit representing vitality and healing overflowed uncontrollably, and the emblem representing the original power of the soul appeared at Jenkins' feet. A phantom of a towering tree appeared behind him vaguely, but no one noticed this scene except Chocolate, who suddenly exploded.

The finished product of Witch's Kiss is a viscous liquid with an ambiguous pink color. It smells like a strange fragrance. He remembered the smell of new parchment, the smell of Chocolate after taking a bath, and the faint smell of powder on Hathaway's body.

After the finished product was made, Jenkins put it in a bottle according to the last step and shook it vigorously, then stretched his head to the bottle mouth with Chocolate and pulled out the cork. As a result, the man and the cat sneezed hard until they returned to the ventilated place on the first floor.

"Is this considered a success?"

He put the finished product, three narrow-necked bottles, on the table. They did have a green aura, and their physical appearance was exactly the same as what Old Jack said. But you must be cautious when using extraordinary potions. It is not impossible to see the god of death after drinking it in one gulp. The greater possibility is that physical deformation or mental disorder will occur.

To confirm the quality of potions, in addition to inhumane but trustworthy methods such as live experiments, most configurers and buyers judge by color, smell, etc. After all, except for maliciously configured potions, it is unlikely that real and fake drugs have the same appearance, taste and color.

"Probably successful."

Jenkins finally made such a judgment. If his labor cost is not counted, the cost of these three bottles of potions is about 1 pound 13 shillings and 6 pence, so the selling price must be at least 10 pounds to prevent buyers from thinking that it is a counterfeit product.

Due to the scarcity of green origin ability, the number of gifters who can configure potions is actually very small. According to Old Jack's letter, even if one has the original power of healing, the degree of harmony between the spirit and the power of nature can only be determined after trying to prepare the first tube of magic potion.

"Am I considered to be very compatible with nature? So, is my original power destiny, healing, or fighting?"