The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins thought about this problem immediately, and then fell into deep thought.

On the other side, the church's interrogation of the cultist nicknamed the Eye of Stillness, Boglo Steppi, has finally come to an end.

In the evening, as Jenkins was sitting at the table finishing his meal, Mr. Benz knocked on his door. This gentleman probably had another important task. He didn't even come in for a cup of tea. He just informed Jenkins that everything was safe and that he could return to Dad's Antique Shop.

"The final conclusion is that the cultist from the Magic Eye Collection Association came to this city to find a strange eye-shaped object. He has never revealed what it is, what it does, and whether it has been recorded by the Orthodox Church. and numbered.”

Dad put down the information in his hand and watched Jenkins looking around.

"What are you doing?"

“It feels like I haven’t been back for a long time, so I miss it a bit.”

"So, have you finished the three books I asked you to read?"

"..."

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Chapter 292 Chapter 287 Dad’s Magic Eye

Based on the results of the interrogation, the cultists of the Magic Eye Collection Association used divination to confirm that their target was within the urban area of ​​Nolan City. Currently, only three gifters from this organization have come to the local area. One of them just wanted to take a stroll and happened to walk into Dad's antique store, Stipe, while the other two were missing. When the church tortured them to find out where they were hiding and went to hunt them down, the two men had already escaped.

"Tricks, eyeballs..."

Jenkins chewed on these two words and looked at his father secretly.

"Could they be looking for the one who helped dad come back from the dead..."

Everyone has their own secrets, and Jenkins never took the initiative to ask why his father was resurrected from the golden statue. But as a special item appraiser, it was impossible for him not to know that what he was holding was an extraordinary item.

So the truth is probably that dad just thought it was a B-series supernatural thing, not an A-series weird thing.

"This is very interesting. Could it be that the weird properties of this item are not obvious?"

He carefully looked into his father's eyes, and was glared at by his father:

"Don't be lazy!"

"Okay, sir!"

He had indeed not finished those three books, so he had to be careful not to make his father angry again.

The aura of the strange thing was so strong that Jenkins could see its location even if it was hidden by his father. Only on rare occasions would it be taken out of the antique store by Dad. Most of the time, its location would be right below the store. There was his father's library and reference room. He opened it on the first day he met his father. There were five or six other items with strong spiritual light in it.

It should be said that apart from Level 8 Benefactor Constantine and Mr. Corpse, Dad is the richest person that Jenkins knows.

"Maybe I should think of a way to remind Dad that this kind of thing is always a hidden danger in the store."

Jenkins thought to himself, looked at the tadpole article in front of him, and continued to ask along the topic:

"Sir, are there many magic eyes with numbered records? I mean, this magical item, after being attached to the human body, is like giving the benefactor an additional ability. There should be some restrictions on this kind of item, right?"

Because this was about the Giver, Dad didn’t think Jenkins was being lazy. He explained:

"There are not many recorded magic eyes, but there is reason to believe that the Magic Eye Collection Association has many eyes that have never been recorded by the Zhengshen Church. The history of this organization is very long, and you can't see some information now, but I can tell you a little bit about it. Let me tell you something - the history of the association predates the emergence of the false god Void Beholder."

Seeing the shocked look on Jenkins' face, Dad smiled and continued: "The earliest collection association is a semi-neutral good organization, dedicated to helping solve various incidents caused by the out-of-control magic eye. Yes, only the magic eye . Let us look through ancient history and find traces of this organization in the 9th century. Of course, the name at that time was not this. "

"But why is it like this now?"

"No one knows, maybe it was the god-like Void Eye Demon that caused him to fall, or maybe there was something else. In short, the special eyes possessed by the Magic Eye Collection Association are definitely far beyond your imagination. They seem to have a special way of finding taboos. s eyes."

Jenkins paused his pen and scratched his nose. It was hard to imagine. I originally thought it was just a cult organization, but I didn't expect it to be involved in the 9th Epoch.

"As for the harmfulness of the magic eye, it is difficult to answer this point. But unless it is the original owner of the magic eye, that is to say, the magic eye was on this person from the beginning. Otherwise, all people who use the magic eye for a long time will have some mental problems. Problem. This is not necessarily a problem caused by the eyes, it may also be that they occasionally see things they should not see. Eyes with special powers can often see a more 'real' world..."

Dad's words were profound, and the corners of Jenkins' mouth twitched.

"I always seem to see things that I shouldn't see..."

He was thinking in his mind, but he was not worried that he would be visited by people from the Magic Eye Collection Association. The [Eye of Truth] is not a magic eye, but a special ability derived from the soul. This can be seen from the fact that one can still observe auras despite being separated from the body.

"Dad, have you ever used magic eyes or other items?"

The topic was finally brought here by Jenkins.

"let me see......"

The father put down the pen in his hand, looking reminiscing, "I saw a few when I was young, but I didn't dare to use them. Now that I think about it, even though I was bold at that time, it was right to be cautious. As for what happened later, it didn't happen , I don’t have the courage to try this special item that is directly connected to the body.”

"That's right. I think things like the magic eye should not be used casually."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and returned his gaze to the photo in front of him.

"Dad, why are you lying when you ask?"

There were so many thoughts in my mind, but in the end it could only be attributed to the fact that the magic eye was sealed in another item. Dad only thought it was the shell that was working, but he didn't know that there was something more terrifying hidden inside.

As he copied those words, he tried hard to think about what was going on. The black aura is not far from the soles of your feet. If you secretly...

"Are you crazy?"

He thought so and smiled to himself. It is impossible for Dad not to set up ritual traps and the like in his underground warehouse. Although he has the intention to do good things, there is no need to personally take risks or arouse others' suspicion.

The incident of sending a letter to Eldron had taught him enough lessons. Doing this "just cause" once in a short period of time was enough.

Last week, Miss Michael asked her father to help her identify an acquired antique. At that time, Jenkins happened to encounter a poisoning case related to the Witch's House, so he was not in the store. He remembered now and asked what it was.

"Ouija board."

"Eh?"

The surprise on his face was not fake. When his father saw this, he took out the thing from the warehouse. Fortunately, he didn't have any inspiration.

As Jenkins has learned before, although extraordinary power does exist in this world, boring people who do not understand the truth of the world always use the most daring and death-seeking methods to test back and forth on the edge of mysterious and strange power.

Similar psychic games are one of the most common. This game is very popular among young people in upper class society. Although some people are really there to try to be psychic, and some people are just there for the girls/boys participating in the game, no one can run away if something goes wrong.

Chapter 293 Chapter 288 Ouija Board

This is a common wooden Ouija board. Probably for the purpose of making it look old, a few small moth-like holes were made on the edge of the board. But Dad himself is a master of forgery, and Jenkins could tell at a glance that this was something new from ten years ago at best.

The Ouija board itself is square, but the edges and corners have been processed so that it has a certain curvature. If you look at it from the right direction, there is a smiling face in a curious style engraved in the upper left corner, and a crying face in a strange style in the upper right corner. The style of painting is close to that of a child's sketches, but that's what makes it even scarier.

The person who designed this Ouija board has extremely good drawing skills. Although it is just a simple drawing, it gives the illusion that the two faces are real.

On the upper part of the Ouija board, the 26 letters of today's common language are written in an arc, and below are the two words "yes" and "no". Below that is a total of ten numbers from 0 to 9 written horizontally, and at the bottom is the word "Goodbye". Used in conjunction with a small drop-shaped slender plate inlaid with transparent glass, you can answer some simple questions.

Between the letters in the upper half and the numbers in the lower half, there is a row of tombstones, dyed black and white, with a long row of made-up names engraved on them. At the bottom is a sentence written in unusually fancy calligraphy - the heart of awe cannot be lost, and the heart of fear cannot be lost.

On the left and right sides of the board, there are five artificially processed holes asymmetrically distributed, which are used for inlaying Ouija board statuettes. The wooden board was surrounded by copper edging, and the metal part was engraved with unknown inscriptions.

In fact, the so-called Ouija board does not require a statue. Jenkins speculates that this is a means to attract female customers and increase pricing.

"Is this a Ouija board? This is the first time I've seen it."

He curiously touched the surface of the board, trying to identify the specific materials, while his father continued to introduce:

"Qualified psychics can indeed talk to the deceased through this kind of thing, and even see the memories shared by the deceased. Most of the gifters of [End of Death] can do this. But for ordinary people, Ouija Boards can only It’s considered a toy, or a profit-making tool.”

"So is it necessarily safe for ordinary people to use a Ouija board?"

"Of course not. If the user imitates the rituals seen in strange books, or there are powerful evil spirits nearby that are related to them, it may lead to big trouble. Of course, the probability is very small. There is no need to worry about it. There is no place in this world that is absolutely safe. You must know that even walking on the road may encounter deadly monsters."

Jenkins nodded very hard. He has a deep understanding of encountering monsters while walking.

In this boring era with little entertainment, the ladies who have nothing to do have a special liking for the terrifying and exciting field of mysticism besides playing with their lovers. For example, divination and spiritualism, although the few noble ladies Jenkins knows are not very interested in this, he knows that the girls born in the upper class have great courage to try such props.

"......So, young gentlemen and ladies are too bold now. When I was your age, if anyone's home was found with items related to illegal witchcraft, the Inquisition could directly convict him. Although the criminal law was at most flogging and fines, it was also a very serious punishment at the time..."

The old man was still talking about things related to it, while Jenkins casually stroked Chocolate who was curled up and sleeping, and secretly complained in his heart:

"Inquisition? What era is this? How old is the old man this year?"

No one could answer this question. Even when he asked the old bishop when he went to the church for night classes that night, he just smiled and said nothing. Captain Binsi was busy with work recently and was not in the church. The gentleman in the special items management office did not answer this question directly, but the keeper hinted to him that the old man's age was normal and there was no need to doubt it.

"What are you thinking about?"

On a quiet night, Miss Miller and Jenkins took a carriage back together. She also wanted to discuss the content of "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" with Jenkins as much as possible before starting the journey.

Jenkins shook his head and put the question of his father's age behind him.

"It's not a particularly important matter. I just paid someone to repair something, but there has been no news for three days."

"I think you are too anxious. Maybe you should add some more gold pounds. The enthusiasm of the craftsmen and the quality of their craftsmanship are always related to these."

Jenkins smiled and thought of his shriveled wallet again. Perhaps understanding the meaning of this smile, Miss Miller squinted and asked:

"Why, the great writer is worried about economic matters?"

If there is no idea of ​​solving the Elderron incident once and for all, then Jenkins will have at least 300 pounds of disposable liquidity. This is a large amount of money, but in order to completely get rid of the dead cycle of sending letters-worrying-replying letters-worrying, he is on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Although there is no urgent need for money recently, even if you are single, you need some savings to ensure your life. The church's work income is a lot, but no one will dislike their gold pounds, right? And we are still..."

Miss Miller nodded. As a gifter, there are many places where you need to spend gold pounds, and she also understands this.

Speaking of this topic, Jenkins smiled embarrassedly and asked again:

"Speaking of which, I am learning to mix potions recently. Although there is only a formula for a basic potion called [Witch's Kiss]... Are you interested?"

Unexpectedly, just after Jenkins asked this question, Miss Miller suddenly covered her mouth and laughed:

"Witch's Kiss? Mr. William, do you really know the effect of this potion?"

"...Isn't it to increase women's charm?"

The carriage stopped at the intersection of St. George's Avenue. Because it was a church carriage, there was no need to pay the fare. But according to general rules, Jenkins still gave the coachman five pence as a tip for night work.

No one continued to talk on the street, the night was too cold. Jenkins first stuffed the cat into his arms, then rubbed his hands to open the gate of the fence, while Miss Miller squinted at his neighbor, the home of Mrs. Margaret, who lived alone.

There was confusion in her eyes, but she finally shook her head and attributed the fleeting feeling to an illusion.

"So, what is the Witch's Kiss for?"

The two walked into the house, and Jenkins turned the knob of the gas lamp on the wall, and the flames rose from the copper base. Then he raised his hand, and a cluster of flames flew out from his sleeves and fell into the fireplace. With a bang, the flames in the fireplace also swayed.

Chapter 294 Chapter 289 Insect Killer

The cat abandoned Jenkins and pounced on the softest wool carpet in front of the fireplace. Jenkins smiled and hung his hat and coat on the hanger beside him.

Miss Miller also handed him her hat and coat, and he hung them up.

"Sometimes, I think you are really a magical person."

The short lady saw that he did all this skillfully and had no evil thoughts about taking a single woman home, so she couldn't help but sigh.

"Really? But what is the Witch's Kiss for?"

Seeing that he was still obsessed with this question, Miss Miller covered her mouth and chuckled again.

The bedding, books, notebooks and other things in the living room had been put away, so it seemed normal at the moment.

"It is a kind of... ambiguous potion used for flirting. Female benefactors often use it in bed."

With a slightly red face, Jenkins coughed loudly to interrupt her. Single men and women alone in a room, it is not suitable to talk about such topics.

"Because the price is high and it is only a daily necessity, there are few buyers. I think if you sell it on the black market, it will take a long time to find a buyer. Although this is the case, the ladies of the upper class probably like this kind of thing very much. I can help you find some buyers, of course, before I leave Nolan."

"Thank you very much, do you need tea? I was in..."

Jenkins wanted to leave this embarrassing topic, but fortunately Miss Miller was also unmarried and didn't want to dwell on this issue. When the two of them entered the world of mathematics deeply, the strange atmosphere just now almost dissipated.