The Master of the Strange Realm

"Meow~"

Chocolate lay in front of the stove, the flames reflected in its eyes, jumping constantly. The mysterious flames made the cat's black and white glossy hair glow slightly. A small reptile crawled across the ground in front of the carpet, and was then pulled into the void by a black hand stretched out from nowhere.

Jenkins, who was obsessed with the world of mathematics, did not realize that although his cat did not catch mice, it could kill insects.

It's already the fourth week of October, and Thursday night is Mr. Corpse's party, which is also the last important thing before the end of the month.

The professor brought some good news to Jenkins. The two had gone on an "adventure" together since they last attended Mr. Corpse's party. The stone slabs obtained from that expedition were recycled by the church, but the compensation after recycling and the two gold boxes were still very valuable.

The two distributed the money according to the already discussed plan, and Jenkins finally received about 140 pounds in cash.

Only when a not-so-heavy bill falls into his pocket can Jenkins feel a sense of peace of mind.

The abandoned hospital where Mr. Corpse was located was still the same, with the ever-present white smoke covering the entire area. Just after climbing over the low wall, the familiar feeling of depression came back to me. He shook his head harshly, trying to dispel this feeling, but the discomfort in his heart increased a bit.

Now it is absolutely certain that the things hidden in this hospital must be more than just an eighth-level strongman. That feeling of depression coming from the bottom of my heart must come from more than just a powerful human being.

The professor looked very good and invited him to have a drink first when they met. This is also a gifter with a big secret. At least to this day, Jenkins still has no way of guessing what the existence that led him to become a gifter in his dream is. But since the church doesn't mind, he certainly won't say anything about it.

When I first came here in late summer, the abandoned hospital was overgrown with weeds. However, as the seasons change outside, the environment here has not changed much. He took this to heart but did not immediately discuss it with the professor.

Before entering the abandoned building, the two encountered another stranger in a hurry. Everyone's destination was the same, and they walked into the corridor keeping a certain distance without talking to each other.

A new member arrived at this party. Mr. Corpse explained the rules of the party to him as usual and ignored him. But this time there were only two-thirds of the people who came here before. When Jenkins was still confused, the stranger standing next to him took the initiative to stand up:

"Dear Sir, may I ask where our companions have gone? I mean, I have no intention of inquiring into other people's privacy, but if something important happens tonight, we might as well be prepared."

"It doesn't matter."

The man sitting in the corpse cabinet said, and Jenkins noticed that his face became paler, which made him involuntarily think of the paper figures in supernatural stories.

"I just received the news, which is really unexpected. During the renovation of a house in the southern district of the city, some 'peculiar' things were accidentally dug up, and now the five adjacent blocks are blocked. No arrival The participants here may have been delayed.”

The man who asked the question bowed his thanks and did not continue to ask if anything had been discovered. Jenkins was thoughtful and planned to ask his father tomorrow. He might know something.

Although he intended to sell the water from the Fountain of Wisdom in his hands, he thought about it for a long time and finally chose to keep it in his own hands. Although he doesn't have much savings, he doesn't have a lot of money to pay recently, and Mr. Bro is about to pay for this month's book.

The most important thing is that Jenkins has not yet decided whether to give this bottle of water to his father.

It should be said that Mr. Corpse's party was indeed the most high-end party that Jenkins had ever come into contact with. This time someone brought out a special item with a number. It was a wind direction chain. To be precise, it was a piece of white wool with rough workmanship and an iron piece hanging from it. The middle part of the iron piece was completely dug out, a thin iron wire was embedded, and then a small hole was dug out in the middle of a slightly smaller iron piece and strung into the iron wire.

If the wind blows, the small iron pieces strung on the wire will rotate whirringly to easily determine the wind direction. This is a common cheap pendant, worn by sailors, coachmen and the like, and Aunt Sally's shop next to Dad's antique shop has many of them.

With Jenkins' eyesight, he could barely see the number [BWE29133] engraved on the iron plate, but he didn't know what it meant.

The particularity of this item is that if you actively fiddle with the small iron piece in the middle of the wind direction chain outdoors when the wind is blowing, the wind direction can be temporarily changed. It cannot change the wind direction for a long time, nor can it change extremely fast winds such as hurricanes, but it can affect the weather to a certain extent, which is a very powerful prop in itself.

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B-04-4-0944, wind direction chain. Jenkins was very interested in this item, but this item was not very practical to him, and he had no intention of exchanging the trap rope with others for the time being, so he did not purchase it.

Professor Burns spent 23 pounds this time to buy a small handful of iron fragments, which is a special material produced from a common artifact. A-06-03-3117, a black haunted house, randomly appears in any place where humans live. After it disappears, some abandoned building materials will be left in place, and these iron pieces are one of them.

Because the source is a powerful space-type weirdo, this is a rare ritual material related to space. As far as Jenkins knows, similar things are often used in rituals of calling for the advent and sacrificing foreign objects.

But Professor Burns is an innocent scribe of the Orthodox Church and will definitely not make these things.

After Jenkins was promoted to level 2, the number of abilities has reached the maximum value, so those expensive and rare materials are not needed recently. The materials for the rituals taught by his father can be bought in the church, and they are cheaper, so he did not buy anything.

Because there were fewer people participating in this party, the end time of the party was also advanced. Before everyone left, someone asked a question to the "generous" Mr. Corpse, and he also answered it.

The man in a black robe and a hood took a step forward and got closer to the dim candle in the forbidden room.

"Sir, Nolan City is not very clear recently. Do we need to leave the local area and temporarily avoid possible dangers?"

Mr. Corpse's face slowly turned and looked at the man who was speaking. He subconsciously took a step back and soon steadied his feet.

"This is an opportunity, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. Hum~"

The last note carried some inexplicable emotion. This gentleman used to speak like a machine without any emotion at all. This was the first time that Jenkins could feel the taste of a human from his words.

The weather on the second day was still gloomy, and the sky seemed to be brewing an unusually heavy snow. Jenkins and Chocolate yawned and opened the door of Dad's antique shop. Behind him, a group of workers carrying wooden boxes walked to the town dock.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Hearing the bell ring, Dad raised his head sharply, then grabbed his coat and hat and prepared to leave.

"It just so happens that you are here. You will be in charge of the store today. I have written down what needs to be done and put it on the counter. If I am not back by the evening, just lock the door and leave. Something very tricky happened in the south of the city last night, and an old man like me needs to go and take a look."

"But sir..."

"You are already a mature apprentice and can look after the store by yourself."

He passed Jenkins and waved his hand without looking back. He wrapped his hunched body with his coat and walked towards the carriage parked on the corner of the street on the cobblestone road.

Jenkins didn't come to his senses until a slightly fat and well-dressed lady passed by the door of the store.

"I want to go with you too..."

He muttered softly, then put down the chocolate that was squinting his eyes, took off his heavy clothes, and only wore a white shirt and a black velvet vest. The temperature in the store was very suitable.

He picked up the piece of paper left by his father, then thought of something, blinked and looked directly at his feet, and the black eyeball-shaped aura disappeared.

"My father took me away..."

I don't know whether I am happy or disappointed, but I don't have to be a thief.

Until lunch, no customers came to the antique shop. After finishing the daily copying, Jenkins sat at the counter and read a book. In addition, since Miss Miller was about to travel far away, he also wanted to sort out some mathematical analysis content to give her as a parting gift.

Although it has been decided that after Miss Magic repairs the ritual, it will not be difficult to contact remotely in the future, but according to general etiquette, gifts are always needed.

After lunch, the weather became more and more gloomy. Jenkins thought there would be snowfall, and he held the reluctant cat in the backyard for a long time, but the snow did not fall, and only the dark clouds covering Nolan became thicker and thicker.

Jenkins' instinct reminded him that something big would happen. But Miss Befanna will be back from New Truman City tomorrow, and the other four Orthodox Churches have level 8 gifters stationed locally. Even if something happens again, he will not be allowed to take the lead.

Ding-dong~

The bell at the door rang, and Jenkins turned his head to look over there. He was just reading a best-selling knight novel, supplementing the popular literary writing techniques of this era, and Chocolate was dozing on the armrest of his armchair, actually peeking at the book with half-open eyes.

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Shop, how can I help you?"

Sitting up from the wooden chair in front of the fireplace, he politely greeted the first guest of the day.

This is a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, wearing a windbreaker, but his clothes are still neat. He is not tall, wearing a pair of ordinary glasses, but the symptoms of dark circles under his eyes are somewhat obvious. His eyes are sluggish, and he should be in a bad mood.

This look fits Jenkins' definition of a down-and-out middle-aged man.

"Hello, my name is Mason Pisco."

The voice seemed a little low, perhaps because he didn't sleep well last night.

"It's like this, I'm a writer."

"Me too."

Jenkins thought with a smile on his face, not expecting to meet a colleague. He made a gesture of invitation and asked Pisco to come to the fireplace to talk.

"I'm the kind of writer who writes stage plays and opera scripts for others."

He snorted, as if he had a cold.

"I've been having trouble writing lately, and many of the plots that happened coincidentally happened in the same scene. So I wanted to try my luck here. Oh, I'm here to buy something, but please tell me the stories related to these antiques, and I'll buy the best items."

"A playwright who goes out to collect materials."

Jenkins once again defined Mr. Pisco, and asked with concern:

"Is your illness okay? Do you want to see a doctor?"

"Need not."

The man took out his handkerchief and wiped it in front of his nose, then shook his head violently.

"What is your name?"

"Jenkins Willamette."

"Okay, Mr. Willamt. Please take me to pick out antiques. Of course, what I want is a story."

This is really a strange person, but since he is just an ordinary person and he does not carry any special items, Jenkins can only treat him as an ordinary guest.

Since he said he wanted to buy antiques with the best stories, Jenkins would not fail to earn the gold pound.

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Mr. Pisco was really here to buy a story, and Jenkins' casual anecdote about a down-and-out nobleman suited the man's taste. In the end, he actually spent 20 pounds to buy a copper kettle off the store shelf.

But these things that Dad put in the store are all fakes. The real good things are on the shelves behind the counter and in the warehouse behind. The cost of making these things may not even be 10 shillings. Jenkins, who still has a bit of a businessman's conscience, is a little soft-hearted, but Mr. Pisco doesn't care.

"I said, I'm not doing it for the antiques, I'm doing it for the inspiration."

Although he looked miserable, the gentleman immediately took out a deposit of 5 pounds. He asked Jenkins to have the pot delivered to his residence on Wednesday of the following week, the last day of the month.

Jenkins checked the authenticity of the banknotes suspiciously, and then nodded slowly: "Okay, sir."

Until the young man left the store, Jenkins found this customer to be extremely eccentric, perhaps as writers do.

"Hey, I seem to be a writer too."

He shook his head, opened a locked drawer under the counter, and inserted the five-pound note. Use the key to tighten the lock, take off the notepad hanging on the wall, turn back a few pages, and write a reminder under the label of October 31:

Make a delivery to Mr. Mason Pisco's house (Tag 103).

Put the pencil down, hang the notepad on the white wall again, waiting for the pages to be turned, and the business is a success.

"It's not too difficult."

He murmured quietly and sat back in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, thinking about what happened to his father.

Towards evening, some strange noises came from the warehouse behind the antique store. Jenkins originally thought a thief was visiting, so he nervously went to check with his pistol, only to see a huge rat running past his eyes.

He looked back at the chocolate over his shoulder.

"As a cat, when you see a mouse passing in front of you, should you react in some way?"

"Meow~"

It just called softly and paid no attention to Jenkins' hint.

Since the kittens don't catch mice, Jenkins can only do it himself. Fortunately, the goods in the warehouse were arranged neatly, and there was no place where the rat could pass but Jenkins could not, so he shot the rat's head off with the last shot.

The corners of his mouth were twitching, and the bloody scene was really disgusting. Even the second after the mouse died, the severed pink-gray tail was still twitching.

I washed the traces left by the rat with water and checked in the warehouse. Finally, I found that the rat came from the drainage pipe. A piece of the iron fence in front of the pipeline broke at some point, and that's how the rat squeezed in from the ground.

Jenkins wrote this down in his notebook, and Dad would find someone to fix it. Of course, since the cat in the store can't catch mice, in order to prevent mice from eating fragile goods in the meantime, he moved a few heavy boxes filled with sundries and blocked the place tightly.

Before dusk, there was no sign of Dad coming back, but Captain Binsi came in person. According to the instructions left by his father, Jenkins handed him a small box. While the two were checking the receipt, Captain Binsi mentioned something.

"Did you know that the twin demons appeared again on Sunday last week!"

"Yeah?"

Skillfully pretending to be surprised, he is now used to this kind of performance. I thought I would hear the news soon, but it took almost a week before anyone mentioned it.

"I haven't heard of it. I haven't been to church this week, and Dad hasn't mentioned it."

"Not many people know."

Captain Binsi whispered, and after seeing the curiosity on Jenkins' face with satisfaction, he continued:

"The place where he appeared is very close to Ms. Hidden Moon's church, so the night watchmen are responsible for this matter. The church only received a complete report of this matter yesterday. The twin demons appeared to kill three illegal organizations. The giver of it. Yes, the giver of the witch’s house.”

"Oh~ Goddess is on top!"

Jenkins took a breath: "Why did he do this? That person couldn't be killing people randomly, right? I heard that there were many serial murders in the kingdom."

"Of course not. Such high-level benefactors, except for lunatics like Femixiu, rarely kill people casually. The Night Watch is also investigating the motives of the twin demons, but has not yet come up with a definite answer. They are now I'm wondering if there are any precious items in the hands of the three witches, so they attracted the twin demons."

The man shrugged, then turned his gaze to the fireplace, "Ha~ Dad still likes fireplaces so much. When Stanford was still there..."

"Stanford?"

"Hmm? Nothing, I didn't say anything. Where were we talking about just now? Yes, the man codenamed Twin Demon is almost certainly the companion of the black-robed man. Since the black-robed man likes to collect strange things, it is natural for the Twin Demons to collect some things, right? Of course, this is just speculation, and we have no evidence yet. Damn, every time these strange guys appear, there will be problems with prophecy, spiritualism, and divination."

Captain Binsi deliberately diverted the topic, but did not show any embarrassment. Jenkins also tactfully did not ask about the name "Stanford", but also wondered if this might be one of his father's former "apprentices".

It was also during the conversation with Captain Binsi that Jenkins learned that the three witches he killed all had criminal records, in other words, they all had bounties on them.

"How many?"