The Master of the Strange Realm

"There is no loophole in this argument."

Jenkins muttered in his mind.

Miss Magic's introduction ended here. She looked at Jenkins, shrugged, and motioned for him to ask questions.

"Which great god does he believe in?"

"The false god - the god of the drowned."

The woman answered without hesitation.

Jenkins nodded again and thought quietly.

"Miss Magic is a fifth-level gifter, and the number of abilities has reached the level limit. She has a gift, a special item with blue aura, and a special item with red aura. There are also a lot of ritual items in her pocket. It's really Quite wealthy..."

It is very difficult to improve high-level benefactors. Since Pisier was at level four a year ago, it is absolutely impossible for him to reach level six at this time. From this point of view, Miss Magic asked Jenkins for help just to be sure.

"I can agree temporarily, but I have an exploratory ability. I need to observe the specific situation from a distance before making a decision."

The woman's hood swung up and down a few times: "No problem, we can go there now."

"Before that I have one more question..."

Reaching out his hand to stop Miss Magic, Jenkins looked at the black hood and let two silver balls of light fly back to his chest.

"Why did you kill him?"

"Do I need to tell the truth?"

Jenkins smiled. There was no point in saying such words in this situation.

"It depends on your mood. In fact, as long as you are not trying to snatch some cursed gold coins, I don't mind at all."

He replied, saying something that no one could understand. Miss Magic chuckled, sounding in a good mood:

"You'll find out soon."

Prices in Nolan City are also very high in the entire Fidicli Kingdom. At least judging from the level of rent, this is indeed the case.

As a result, some low-cost rental housing in slums emerged. Renters often own a whole street of houses, and they don't care at all about the identity of the people renting these buildings. Whether they are criminals, drug addicts or stowaways, as long as they have money, anyone can find themselves there. a place.

Corresponding to the poor environment, tenants can find quite a few services near their residences. Mr. Hoover Peasle was obviously unwilling to spend the long night alone. With a satisfied smile on his face, he walked out of the two-story white-roofed house behind him and kicked away the drunken man lying in the alley. Drunk, and then couldn't help laughing.

"This damn place."

Guessing something soft under his feet, the man cursed, lifted the belt that he had not tightened just now, and casually rubbed his shoes on the drunk man's clothes.

"Damn Nolan, damn the weather, damn the Orthodox Church."

He was still cursing quietly because he was sure there was no one else nearby. This morning at the bar, I met the businessman who sold the magic eye. The price would make even a pirate feel pain.

But the problem of the left eye has to be solved. Although this image is very intimidating, and the bastards on the same ship still laughed at this as a pirate's appearance, but if you really fight for your life, the lack of vision is very fatal.

"Damn it!"

He thought again of the man who gave him a knife. Who knew that a level 7 benefactor would go to sea on an ordinary cargo ship.

But thinking of the thing I got recently, I felt proud again: "When I find it... you will all die!"

Cursing, he turned from the alley into the road and roughly kicked the stones on the ground into the distance. Seeing two policemen holding kerosene lamps appeared in front of them, he snorted, turned around and hid in the shadow of the alley.

Chapter 308 Chapter 303 Skull Tattoo

"Damn mortal, when I become the Pirate King, I must..."

It wasn't until the police turned the next intersection and a carriage hurriedly rushed in and out of the night that Pisl walked out with his hands in his pockets and his head shrunken.

Pisier knew that his current mood was very wrong, but it was all worth it.

"As long as, as long as..."

He was planning the future in his mind, and raised his right hand to touch his chest wearing a short shirt.

"Hmm, damn the weather."

He shuddered again and shook his head like an old dog in water. He held on to the stone wall of the intersection shop and took two deep breaths. After the dizziness in his head disappeared, he stumbled on.

After walking two streets, he put his right hand into his pocket and took out a small copper-colored key. The moment he turned into the alley, he suddenly stopped.

There was a man in a black robe standing in the middle of the alley.

Without panicking, he stretched out his calloused hand and snapped his fingers quickly. There was just a bang and the man in black robe was blown up to the sky by the explosion on the spot, but what fell to the ground was not a stone but a piece of wood.

"Hmph, fake body~"

Middle-aged pirates have been fighting on the oceans for decades, and tonight's situation is not unusual.

He looked up at the twin moons above his head to confirm that it was not an illusion or a dream, and then put his fingers in his mouth and blew hard. As sharp whistles spread in all directions, he turned around and looked at the road behind him. A figure was forced to withdraw from the invisible state.

The stranger in black robes stretched out his white hand and pointed. Just like what happened just now, a violent explosion occurred on the ground under Pisl's feet.

Both have the same abilities.

He did not dodge, and the souls of the drowned appeared clinging to his body. These souls who were forced to sacrifice protected the master of the spell from the outside world.

Grinning, revealing browned teeth:

"Hi, pussy!"

The black one-eye showed a fierce gaze, but he also knew that the battle must end as soon as possible. The explosion just now would cause a lot of trouble.

There was a sound of metal collision in the sky, which seemed to be the ship dropping its anchor. Amidst the sound of chains, a snake-like black metal chain appeared from the shadow under the black-robed man's feet, swooped upwards, and wrapped around her right hand.

"Ha~"

The middle-aged pirate rushed forward with a sick smile, crossing the street in almost one step. He punched hard with his right fist, but was caught by the left hand of the woman in black robe.

An even worse smile appeared on his face, and the moment the two fists connected, his mouth split open. A black hair was actually wrapped around the burnt yellow tooth that was missing one front tooth.

Compared with the chain just now, this hair is more like a swooping snake, rushing towards the woman who can't move her hands. The miserable wailing sound echoed in the air, which was the sound of the soul in the hair.

The woman suddenly raised her head, revealing her face that was originally hidden under the hood. On the delicate face, gold powder and silver powder together form a strange and sacred pattern.

"Exorcism Seal? She already knew that there was something in my teeth..."

Hoover Pisl thought of many possibilities in an instant. He quickly stepped back and finally recited a familiar mantra. The roar of the sea came from one end of the street, and the rapid water separated the two people on both sides of the street.

He turned around and ran towards the alley, but he didn't expect that a man with a cane was already waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.

"[Knowledge Grant]!"

Without enough time to dodge, the silver piece of light collided with the running pirate. The forward speed caused the unconscious man to slide forward a few feet and collapsed on the ground motionless.

"[Profane Production]!"

Jenkins bent down and watched the vines extending out of the void inserted into the temples on both sides of the man. After a few seconds of sucking, an extremely illusory coin was left behind.

"First give blasphemy knowledge, and then perform blasphemy production, but you still get less than one thousandth of the coin. It seems that this cheating method does not work, it is a pity..."

He stood up and looked at the magical lady who had cleared the water and walked from the alley.

Although it is a bit exaggerated to summon turbulent sea water out of thin air and pass through the entire street, this is the power of a high-level benefactor. Fortunately, the sourceless water disappeared quickly after losing the control of its owner, and Miss Magic was able to come over to check the situation.

"I passed out. I think there is little chance of waking up. If you want to do anything, we must hurry up. The movement just now was a bit loud."

"I know."

The woman crossed Jenkins and squatted down, with a silver dagger in her right hand. This description does not mean that the material of this dagger is pure silver, but it is more like mercury that is flowing but fixed in shape by an invisible shell.

She didn't care that Mr. Candle and his cat were staring behind her, and she lifted up the middle-aged pirate's shirt, exposing her chest.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

Jenkins sighed behind her, because the man had a skull-like tattoo on his chest. This is not an ordinary tattoo like that of a pirate on his right shoulder. The skull itself looks alive, with blue flames swaying slightly in the sunken eye sockets of the skull.

"What is this...if you don't mind telling me."

This is somewhat of an intention to pry into other people's secrets, so Jenkins added the following sentence.

Miss Magic did not speak, but took out a small glass bottle from her pocket and poured out the salt-like particles inside. As the white particles came into contact with the skull, the clicking sound continued. The blue flames in the eyes of the skull tattoo swayed for a few times and then went out. The skull that could still make expressions became motionless and completely turned into a normal tattoo. look like.

She slowly touched the skin with the flowing mercury-like dagger, and cut off the skin on her chest with a very unfamiliar technique. There is no comparison to the coroner in the police morgue, and it is clear that Miss Magic has done nothing of the sort. Anyway, when she got what she wanted, the original owner of the tattoo was dead.

In Jenkins' eyes, the skin with the skull tattoo itself has a dull black aura. The intensity of the aura showed that this was not a permanently effective extraordinary item, but it certainly had something to do with the magic.

Miss Magic took out a roll of parchment tied with a ribbon from the large pocket on the outside of her robe. Carefully roll the parchment roll out on the ground and place the skin on the parchment paper. With the whispered incantation, the piece of fresh human skin slowly melted away, leaving only the tattoo imprinted on the parchment.

There are two blood stains on the edge of the parchment, which is currently the only evidence that can prove the origin of the skull pattern on the paper.

Chapter 309 Chapter 304 The Legend of the Skeleton Sword (1/15)

Jenkins heard the noise in the distance and turned around. There were some shaking lights at the entrance of the alley, which proved that someone was running towards here with a kerosene lamp.

After finishing the skull tattoo, Miss Magic nodded to Jenkins, and the two immediately ran deeper into the alley.

This gifted robe can resist the effects of divination, especially after absorbing another black robe in front of the Gate of All Things. Jenkins has only recently figured out what functions it has. When performing divination at different points in time, the identity obtained by Jenkins can only be the identity he thinks he is at that point in time.

Just like what happened just now, even if a sophisticated diviner struggles to see the truth amidst the confusing omens and symbols, what he will see in the end will only be a "Mr. Candle" without any information, rather than a collection of secrets. A black-robed man or a cruel twin demon.

The two of them ran along the alley in tacit agreement. Miss Magic had carefully investigated the nearby terrain, so she was able to avoid the people who were attracted from all directions.

They eventually returned to the rocky beach on the river bank, but not to the original bridge.

"The operation went well. Thank you for your help, Mr. Candle."

The woman's voice sounded very happy. She turned around and handed an oil paper bag to Jenkins. Inside were five spiritual magnets the size of flint stones.

"I didn't do anything."

He said as he pushed Chocolate's paws away, the cat was attacking his hair on his shoulder. It's bedtime for Chocolate, and he's reminding Jenkins to get home as soon as possible.

"You don't have to be so modest. Whether you judged the female ghost's hair hidden in her teeth in advance or subdued him easily in the end, it is all your credit."

She thought for a moment and took out the parchment with the skull tattoo from her sleeve again.

"Actually, it's okay to tell you what it is. Although it's not very important, please keep it a secret."

"No problem at all."

"I wonder if Mr. Candle has ever heard of A-12-1-0044?"

This number sounded very familiar. Jenkins thought about it and suddenly realized what it was: "The skeleton sword of the dead?"

"As long as you know, I don't need to explain anymore... Please don't show such an expression. I am not a lunatic who wants to start another undead disaster."

No wonder Jenkins thought so. The incident 30 years ago itself did not cause a big mess, but the zombie plague that resulted was the most serious continental plague in this era.

"Thirty years ago, the Righteous God Church surrounded the owner of the Skeleton Sword and his army in a small town. However, after the undead army was wiped out, the sword disappeared. Until 10 years ago, it was reported from nowhere After hearing the news, A-12-1-0044 disappeared long before the incident was revealed. It can only be found through its scattered marks. It is said that there are thousands of marks, but only one can be found."

"This is……"

"Yes, this is the mark. In fact, there are many doubts about this matter, such as the source of these marks. But my purpose is not to find that sword, and I am not willing to gamble on the one-thousandth chance... …”

Jenkins nodded, looked at the pattern on the parchment, and wrote it down. The red and blue moonlight shines on the skull, which not only does not make it scary, but makes it feel somewhat holy.

He didn't know much about what happened 30 years ago, but the danger of that strange thing was obvious. Jenkins will not listen to Miss Magic's words. There is already too much malice in Nolan City, and there is no need for the undead army and the Black Death plague. He would look for information on the pattern, hoping that it was what she said it was.

Although it was Miss Magic who hired Jenkins, according to the rules, except for what she needed, the other spoils must be divided equally. Hoover Peasle's poverty was beyond their expectation, which was probably a common problem among pirates. All the currency he had on him was less than 10 shillings in total. But the female ghost's hair is a numbered item, and it is also a very rare and offensive special item, which is quite valuable.

"Go and estimate it, and pay me directly in gold pounds at the next party."

He did not choose to keep this item for himself because the deposit in his hand was not enough to make up the other half of the price difference to Miss Magic. But fortunately, the image of this item is very bad, and he can comfort himself with this reason:

“It’s not that I can’t afford it, it’s that I don’t want to own it.”

When I think about it, I feel much better.

"Do you trust me so much? Just hand it over to me directly?"

Miss Magic asked with a smile. Tonight's harvest was in line with expectations, and no other troubles were caused, which made her wonder if the side effects of the wishing tree were just rumors.

"I trust you, and yes, I rarely doubt a friend."

Jenkins said with a smile to the woman whose real name was Agnes Howard, whose address he had checked.

(Chocolate is so cute...)

Miss Magic did not lie. Regarding the information about the skull tattoo, the answer she gave was exactly the same as the answer given by her father. Jenkins started the conversation with the topic of gear germs, then talked about this fall's flu, then talked about the terrible infectious diseases thirty years ago, and finally came around in a big circle before talking about the skull sword.

Dad knew more about this matter than Miss Audrey, it was as if he had experienced it himself. Dad also thinks that the origin of that kind of tattoo is very weird, but since it is not a permanent special item, the harm is much lower.