The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins opened the door at the back and walked in. Seeing Miss Michael looking through his book without permission, he didn't mind. He turned around and closed the back door with his foot, keeping the cold air outside, and asked casually:

"Dad lent this to me. He said that as an antique shop apprentice, you must read at least a hundred history books to pass. Which part do you see?"

Chapter 305 Chapter 300 The Holy Family and the Invitation

Miss Mihail showed an apologetic smile, apologizing for the unauthorized tampering, and then said in a soft voice: "It's a really interesting book. I'm sorry for looking through your things. I just saw the book of the Holy Diclar Family." Some of the rumors about this family can be found in even the most orthodox history books.”

It is not a simple matter to put the prefix "Holy" in front of a family's surname. This at least requires that the ancestor of the family is a genuine Son of God, and that the family can continue to do good things for the church after the death of this glorious ancestor. contribute.

Just like Jenkins, if his title of Holy Son can be announced to the public, and after his death, his direct descendants will still believe in the Sages, work for the Sage Church, and at least one mortal bishop will appear. Then after a few generations, people will spontaneously call this family the "Holy Williamt Family".

Dad has ridiculed this matter. He believes that the biggest stumbling block on the road to the emergence of the "Holy Williamt Family" is that their ancestors are not interested in taking the initiative to contact women.

"No need to apologize, this book is not that important."

As he spoke, he placed the Ouija board and the small pocket on the counter next to Miss Mihail, who wisely closed the book again.

"I'll look for it. Dad will put the identification results in..."

Jenkins returned behind the counter, knelt down and rummaged. Miss Michael did not look at what Jenkins had put aside, but focused on the cat that jumped on the counter.

"I'm really sorry about what happened at the Pet Management Center last time. Hathaway may have apologized for me, but I'm still sorry for involving Mr. Williams. I heard that the maid also shot you. Really? I was grounded at home by my father a few days ago and never had the chance to explain this to you..."

Although in Bryony Mihael's view, the two seemed to be love rivals, this did not prevent her from admiring the young writer in front of her. It is precisely because there are too many friends around her who hang out at banquets and salons all day long, but have no real talent or knowledge at all, that she can understand this man who does not look more than 18 years old, but is actually older than herself. , how amazing it is.

I also heard some rumors from my father and some friends that Jenkins Willamt had been favored by the Sage Church and was vaguely being groomed as the next bishop.

With Jenkins' appearance and conversation, Mihail has many friends who are "interested" in him. But she had never heard of a man who succeeded. Just like the ascetic monks in religious scriptures and ancient stories, being ascetic was no longer enough to describe Mr. Willemte's character.

"Only such a person can be called a qualified gentleman."

She thought this, but at the same time she was warning herself that she must be careful about his relationship with her lover.

"it's here!"

Jenkins finally found the page his father had left, stood up and handed it to her.

Miss Michael opened the paper in front of Jenkins and looked directly at the final conclusion.

"really......"

His expression was a little regretful, but he didn't seem to care much.

"I would like to ask one more question, Miss Michael, are you still pursuing the so-called unknown power?"

"After the last dangerous incident, so many friends died unfortunately..."

She had a sad look on her face, referring to the incident with the Little Wellington Devil.

"Hathaway also advised me not to pursue such things anymore. I am no longer what I used to be. Now it is just a hobby."

Jenkins didn't know whether to believe it, but then he thought about how she didn't have a penny to do with him, so he stood aside and listened without saying a word.

As the blond lady spoke, looking at Jenkins' expression of listening attentively, she unconsciously thought of the excellence of this man. Hathaway was determined to let him leave her.

"Mr. Willamt, are you available next week?"

"Well?"

Why did the topic suddenly turn here?

"What's matter?"

"On Thursday next week, my friends want to use the Ouija board to play some small games. Since it is a game, it should be more lively. I wonder if you have time."

Seeing that Jenkins was still hesitating, she added:

"Dad and I mentioned in our chat that I hope you can participate in more social activities like this. It won't take too long, and the activities are held at night, so everyone is young, so there won't be any danger."

Jenkins blinked again at the Ouija board and accessories on the table.

"There is no inspiration, and if dad knew that I refused, he would be unhappy. Thursday is the first day of next month, and there is nothing important..."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

A sincere smile appeared on Miss Mihail's face. She nodded gracefully, then turned around and stretched out her hand with white lace gloves to call the maid to pick up the things on the counter:

"That would be great, my friends would be happy to see you too."

After leaving the antique store that evening, the disguised Jenkins went to the two-story mansion again. I looked up and saw two flowerpots there. One pot is red, and the other pot has nothing.

He nodded and turned left into an alley without paying attention to the house.

On the avenue behind him, there were only a few fallen leaves blowing in the wind on the empty street. At least 20 years ago, citizens who went out did not dare to walk along the walls of houses because they had to avoid getting wet by the garbage and excrement falling upstairs.

But with the development of steam power and gear machinery science, not only social civilization progressed, but also some practical household appliances appeared. The kingdom has spent a lot of effort to regulate the health standards of the city. Now, at least on the main roads of the city, you can no longer see such a scene.

The health condition of the alley that Jenkins entered now is also very good. Except for some weeds and moss-like things at the bottom of the walls on both sides, the ground here is so clean that one suspects that this is private property.

Looking up and looking to both sides, the buildings next to them are commercial buildings, but since there are windows opening to the alley, it is very incredible that no one is dumping garbage down.

Go forward to the end of the alley, where a brick wall blocks the way forward.

"Red represents the fifth from the top, and no plant represents the first from the left."

He muttered quietly, tapping his fingers on the brick wall before finding his target.

Chapter 306 Chapter 301 The New Projection Ceremony

Putting his right hand in his pocket, he tilted his body and glanced behind him. A thin wire was drawn. Naturally, he took it out from the wide pocket on the side of his coat, inserted the wire into the crack of the brick, and then tentatively pried it aside. When the brick embedded in the wall showed signs of loosening, he pulled out the iron wire and used his hands to pull out the red brick.

It was a three-story brick wall. When I looked inside, I barely saw a note.

Following the instructions of the note, he left the alley. Finally, when the sun still had its last ray of light, Jenkins walked through the dim fog and saw him on the stone beach under St. Matthews Bridge across the Westminster River. Miss Magic.

This place is not far from the Joel Bridge where the cultists were captured last time. There are many bridges across the Westminster River in Nolan City, and these two are the two larger ones.

Miss Magic was wrapped in the black robe she wore when attending the party. She was leaning on the stone pillars of the bridge and looked like she had been here for a while.

The sun has set, and only a little bit of the setting sun barely shines through the mist to the city.

Jenkins whispered "Rakul", and two silver balls of light flew out from the position of his heart.

There are many lighting abilities, rituals or items that can summon light balls, so there is no need to worry about revealing one's identity.

"You didn't wait long, did you?"

He asked politely, and Miss Magic shook her head, her attention seemed to be on the two light balls used for lighting. Now they were close to the ground, one close to Jenkins and one close to the woman.

"This...I feel the power from the stars."

She hesitated to speak, but she also knew that she couldn't pry into other people's privacy at will, so she didn't say any more.

"The ritual you requested to restore is far more complicated than I imagined."

Jenkins said this half-complainingly, guessing that this was an expression of wanting to raise the price, so he just pretended that he didn't understand.

"If it wasn't complicated, I wouldn't spend such a large sum of gold pounds asking you for help."

The little white cat standing on the shoulder also meowed, catering to its owner's wishes.

"You are really..."

An ordinary document bag slid down from the wide cuffs of the robe, and his white hands deftly caught it, and tied the mouth of the bag with thread:

"This is the result of my recovery, but I have to remind you that it is absolutely impossible to be 100% the same as before. My level as a benefactor is still too low. There are some things that a mortal like me cannot do."

"With B-07-4-7711, "Gathering in the Forest", can we finally achieve such an effect?"

Jenkins tried his best to ask in a cold voice. He was portraying an image of a mysterious and powerful man with no emotions. Although the young white cat on the shoulder is enough to collapse this image.

"According to what you said, the original ritual can summon at least 20 people. But now it can't be done. Without consuming your own spirit, up to 5 people can be projected from a distance. Once this limit is exceeded, you need to use The user will provide the spirit himself, but I don’t know the specific amount, and you still need to try it yourself.”

"...I'm sorry and hope you won't bring any more bad news."

Even so, Jenkins nodded, which was completely acceptable. What he wants is just to communicate with Miss Miller who has left Nolan City. There is no difference between the limit of 5 people and the limit of 10 people. But this idea cannot be expressed, and he will use it as an excuse not to add gold pounds.

"Speaking of which, where is Miss Miller going? She seems to have mentioned that, yes, she is going to Loen!"

Miss Magic naturally didn’t know what Jenkins was thinking at this time, and she continued to add:

"That's all the bad news. Since I've received your gold pounds, I will never cheat you. But I also tried to make up for the shortcomings of the original ceremony. In fact, this should be an imitation based on the advent ceremony. The idea of ​​the ritual designer is very good, but unfortunately the craftsmanship is still a little lacking. Using the ritual I have restored now, the projector will have five senses, not like a shadow as you described. At the same time, the current ritual is a two-way projection. The holder of the beacon can only project to the position of the holder of B-07-4-7711, but the latter can project to the side of all beacon holders."

This is a good thing. When the two discuss mathematical problems in this way, their mood will not be affected by their physical condition.

"That's good."

He simply commented without any praise.

Let the two silver balls of light fly to both sides of the two. Jenkins took the paper bag handed over by Miss Magic, and Miss Magic took the thick stack of banknotes in Jenkins's hand.

Although it was very cold and damp under the bridge, Jenkins still used the light of the light ball to carefully read the restoration results of Miss Magic, who waved her hand to let the gold pounds float in the air automatically, one by one, passing by her eyes.

The scene of banknotes flying all over the sky is indeed spectacular, but it is distressing that none of the banknotes belong to her.

Fortunately, the restored projection ceremony does not require the consumption of very precious materials. The most expensive part is to make an indicator to guide the projection direction, which is similar to the teapot used by Jenkins at the beginning.

That material is called spiritual magnet, which is a precious extraordinary material associated with iron ore. The magnet is divided into two parts. When a gifter injects his spirit into these two parts at the same time, the two stones always tend to attract each other for at least one year.

Although the gravitational force is far less than one-tenth of that of an ordinary magnet, in the field of mysticism, the mutual attraction of spirits can lead to very useful abilities and rituals.

"Do you know where to buy spiritual magnets?"

He asked directly. Since she restored the ritual, she should have used the materials in it for experiments at least.

"Of course I know. In fact, I have enough magnets to make at least five pointers."

As Jenkins looked on reluctantly, she put away the thick stack of banknotes and looked at Jenkins again under the hood:

"Mr. Candle is really rich. It's rare to see someone who can directly take out 8,000 pounds in cash. Even for big businessmen living in Nolan City, it's not easy to take out such cash. I think you shouldn't be short of money."

"No, I'm short of money."

Jenkins answered directly and spread his hands: "Whether you believe it or not, you have taken away all my savings. I'm on the verge of bankruptcy now."

PS: The bounty is over, and 15 chapters will be added tomorrow!

Chapter 307 Chapter 302 Pirates

Of course, words like bankruptcy are false. Jenkins still has a small amount of savings, and the salary provided by the church and his father is paid weekly. As long as he doesn't carry debts, the great writer Mr. William will not go bankrupt.

"But I have some special items in my hand that may interest you. I have a..."

"No, although the magnet is valuable, it is not as good as the numbered Class B items. I need your help, Mr. Candle. After the matter is over, the magnet will be given to you for free."

This is definitely not a sudden idea. Miss Magic had expected this.

Jenkins snorted and did not comment immediately. He looked at the night sky behind the two of them. Two moons had appeared in the sea of ​​stars.

The weather is very good today, and there are no unkind clouds covering the sky.

"What's the matter?"

He asked.

The woman chuckled and stretched out her right hand from her robe, palm up. As the spell whose specific meaning could not be understood was recited, the yellow spell ability in front of the woman bloomed with dazzling aura.

The billowing pure white smoke rose from the palm of his hand and turned into the appearance of a one-eyed man. To be precise, there was a scar on the left half of the face of this ferocious-looking man that extended from the forehead to the chin. The eye is exactly on the route of the scar, so it can be concluded that the eye is blind.

"I'm going to kill him and need help."

"Murder? Ha~ But I at least need to know who this is? I never... I rarely do illegal things."

The woman's palm trembled twice, and the pure white smoke trembled with the shaking of her hand. It immediately turned into a wanted poster, and the person on the wanted poster was naturally the man just now.

"Hoover Pissle, the first mate on a ship under the pirate king-skeleton king Valen. You don't have to worry that I'm lying to you. The wanted poster about him can be found in the Nolan Daily, but I don't think we have the courage to claim the reward."

Jenkins squinted at the middle-aged man with a fierce look (one-eyed) on the wanted poster. He had a big nose and thick lips that were almost drooping, and a skull-shaped tattoo could be vaguely seen on his right arm. Except for not wearing a black eye patch, this man almost meets all of Jenkins's imaginations of pirates.

"Do you have any specific information about him?"

Jenkins thought about it and asked again.

Miss Magic also knew that it was somewhat risky to carry out tonight's operation alone, so providing the necessary intelligence was necessary.

"A year ago, he was a Level 4 Gifter, but I'm not sure of his current level. He has at most one special item on him, B-09-4-2737, the wet hair of a female evil spirit, but he is not very dangerous. He came to Nolan alone this time, and it is certain that he has no companions. His purpose is to trade with the cultists of the Magic Eye Collection Association. He needs an eye."