The Master of the Strange Realm

But he still warned Jenkins that although the tattoo would only affect the holder's consciousness for a period of time, it would have a permanent impact on the body. If you die with those tattoos on your skin, there is a half chance that the corpse will be transformed into a low-grade undead creature.

He probably thought that Jenkins got that kind of thing from somewhere, and Jenkins just acquiesced without objection. He couldn't say that he was the one who "acted bravely" against the pirates in the alley last night.

That incident was also taken over by the [Ocean and Exploration] Church. However, since the deceased himself was a wanted criminal by the Church and the Kingdom, and the blood on his hands was enough to be sentenced to 100 hangings, the pursuit of the murderer will continue, but it will not continue. how long. It is no longer necessary to say more about the strange attitude of the Orthodox Church towards unregistered giftees. As long as the latter do not intentionally violate the law, they will not be deliberately targeted.

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Chapter 310 Chapter 305 The accumulation of wealth is just (2/15)

"Speaking of which, has anyone used A-01-1-0034, Mr. Prankster's counterfeit shop?"

Jenkins is still thinking about it.

Dad was having breakfast. He seemed to have gone out very early this morning. When Jenkins came to the store with the sleepy cat in his arms, Dad also happened to come back from outside.

"Miss Bevanna went there once, but I'm not sure what she did."

Dad used a fork to pick up the meat in the porridge and shook it at the chocolate. Chocolate slowly turned around and changed the direction in which he was lying.

"What does your cat usually eat?"

Dad smiled and put the meat into his mouth.

"Meow~"

"Oh, it's just the same food as an ordinary cat."

Jenkins, who was sitting in front of the fireplace and polishing silverware, waved his hand towards the chocolate. It immediately jumped from the cushion on the counter to Jenkins' feet, and he grabbed his waist and picked him up.

The father curled his lips very covertly and asked again: "Last weekend, when you went to apply for the city residence permit for the cat, didn't you encounter a shooting? Didn't Mihai say anything more?"

"She apologized to me when she came to pick up the Ouija board yesterday evening, and then invited me to a private party."

"You agreed?"

"Agreed, she seemed very sorry that I was involved that day..."

After saying this, Jenkins realized that the unreasonable disaster that day was indeed inseparable from Miss Mihail. But at that time, he was only thinking of ways to get revenge on the maid, and didn't have time to think about other things.

"Maybe she wants to compensate me for something at the party next week..."

Thinking of this, Jenkins began to think about the recent things related to the "lost military documents", "Marquis Michael's secret" and "Miss Miller's investigation commission".

"A party? That's great. Michael's friend is also a noble daughter. You should learn to get along with this kind of lady."

Dad was still chattering. He looked at the door of the antique store and found that there were no customers there, so he added meaningfully:

"Even if you can't find a suitable marriage partner for the time being, you can try to get along with ladies first. Finding a female friend with whom you can communicate in depth will be very useful for the future."

Jenkins acted as if he didn't understand and continued to concentrate on the silverware in his hand.

"As long as you truly become a god, you will have everything. There is no need to pursue it deliberately now."

he said to himself. Jenkins believes that he is not a stoic person. On the contrary, he occasionally has unrealistic dreams. But he knows what he wants, and if he really becomes a false god with a priesthood and the ability to produce his own divinity, then he can get whatever he wants.

This is a more attractive pursuit.

Returning home in the evening and reading a book wrapped in a quilt on the rug in front of the fireplace, Miss Miller unexpectedly visited.

He still wanted to save some face, so he hurriedly took back the inappropriate items in the living room to the guest room on the first floor on the pretext of changing into clothes suitable for receiving guests, and then let her in.

She, Miss Miller, still carried the khaki bag, but she brought good news. Jenkins' potion had found a market.

"It's not a gifter, it's ordinary people who want to buy it, very rich ordinary people."

So she said, taking three bottles of potion from Jenkins as the first shipment. If the transaction goes smoothly and the other party is satisfied with the effect of these potions, then before Miss Miller leaves Nolan City, she will transfer the sales channel to Jenkins.

"This is probably the benefit of having friends, right?"

He was not only happy that he had found a way to make money again, but also planned how to repay Miss Miller for her help.

The next few days were extremely peaceful. Most of the letters sent to Elderon have reached their destination, which can be seen from the extra money in the bank account.

Things developed exactly as Jenkins expected. As long as this development was maintained, there was no need to worry about sending a reply to a letter. Just sit at home and have deposits from citizens in distant countries automatically transferred to your bank account. What could be more wonderful than this?

"Wait a minute, Jenkins, you're not going to take this money! You're not a fraudster!"

He often reminds himself this.

There is no difference between the morning in Eldron and the morning in Nolan, except that as the City of Thousand Trees, the air here is much better than that in Nolan.

The sleepy little Hangleton got up from the bed, pulled out two shoes from under the bed and put them on his feet, splashed a handful of water on his face and went out.

He wandered around the street as usual, planning where to get some food for Mark to fool around with for the day. If he was lucky, he could go to Banana's place at night...

"Hi, Hangleton!"

The shouts in the distance woke the young man up from his fantasy, and he ran to the alley in front of him with his hands folded. Several young men dressed in the same way and holding cigarettes were leaning against the wall waiting for him.

"What are you doing? As usual?"

Although he was just a street thug, the young man still pretended to greet his companions with slang, pretending to be the real gangster leaders who roamed in the dark.

"As usual."

The boy squatting at the foot of the wall wearing a gray flat hat also answered with the same "gangster" momentum.

Little Hangleton joined them, stood against the wall, and took out a low-quality cigarette that could still be lit from the lining of his coat.

"Hey, man, do you have any matches?"

He asked his companion. The tall and thin young man glanced at him and twisted his fingers: "One copper."

"Tsk~"

Little Hangleton tried to make a disdainful expression, but his straw-colored hair tried to lean back. He put the cigarette horizontally in front of his nose and sniffed it, looking at the oldest person in the group, who was also the nominal leader of the group.

Although a group of gangsters did not need any leader.

"It seems that they are short of money recently."

He smiled, and the scar on his face trembled. It is said that this was left when he had a fight with someone, and this scar is also one of the reasons why everyone believes that he is the leader.

"Who can not lack Mark?"

The young people talked about it.

"I heard a good thing. If you send money to a certain address in Nolan, you will get a 100% return in a short time."

The leader said this, pressing a half-smoked cigarette on the wet soil. Someone probably peed there in the middle of the night.

Such a wasteful action made little Hangleton envious.

Chapter 311 Chapter 306 Real Name (3/15)

The leader's words attracted the young people, but who dared to believe such a thing easily?

"Is he a liar?"

Someone whispered. No one dared to oppose the leader directly. Remember last time, a kid who didn't know the rules questioned the scar on the leader's face. It was cut by the noble guards when he was stealing. As a result, the boy never appeared again.

"Huh, Mr. Hicks from Walter Street is the one who often takes a carriage with a newspaper at this intersection. He told his friends in person."

The leader couldn't help but feel proud when he mentioned this. At that time, he squeezed behind a pile of rusty steam pipes to pick up the copper coins that fell on the ground, and happened to hear the conversation. For young people, what Mr. Hicks said, who could ride a carriage every day, was absolutely correct.

"I plan to try it first."

He said this with a strange emphasis, and little Hangleton felt that he was imitating the mayor who gave a public speech in the clock tower last week.

"It's just a few silver coins, I don't care."

He pretended to be generous but said with heartache, in order to maintain his dignity in front of everyone. As the son of a hunter, he knew very well that the leader of the beast must never show weakness or lack of decisiveness in front of his subordinates.

The young people said one after another that they were willing to try it, but the money they finally raised was less than 3 marks.

Little Hangleton watched his five copper coins being put into the small bag by the leader with bright eyes. The young people's dreams, beautiful and magnificent, passionate and unbridled dreams, were all in it.

And Jenkins, who collected the young people's dreams with peace of mind, was still troubled.

The process of making projection indicators was extremely simple. Miss Magic had already drawn the basic ritual array on paper and handed it to him. After buying some materials on the black market, five indicators were completed.

Considering that he might encounter a situation of trading items with Miss Miller in the future, Jenkins also called the star spirit Lakul to ask her how to make indicators to determine the location of the material world.

The star spirit needs guidance to transmit items over long distances.

Still above the sea of ​​stars, the star tide surged up and down with breathing, and the silver and blue light diffused in all directions. The transparent body of the star spirit was just in front of Jenkins, and she looked at the new god in front of her with some strangeness.

"Since you are a god, you should know that the power of the god itself is the most effective position calibration."

Jenkins also wanted to know this, but the problem is that he is an offline pseudo-god. Although he still has a drop of divinity in his hand, he doesn't think it is necessary to use it for this matter.

"The power of God should not only refer to divinity. Most things related to the gods themselves have strange powers."

Thinking of this, Jenkins began to recall the information or items that she carried with her, which were mysterious enough and directly pointed to herself.

The star spirit Lakul looked at her with a patient smile, holding a huge transparent book in his hands, with no name on it.

"Name..."

Jenkins suddenly had an inspiration: "Can my name be used as a signpost?"

"Of course, the true name of the god has absolutely terrifying power."

Jenkins nodded, with the palm of his right hand facing upwards, a few drops of ink appeared out of thin air and floated above the palm, then split and moved quickly, writing in a very fancy font:

"Jenkins Willamette."

"No, that's not your real name."

The protoss slowly shook his head: "This is just your human name in the material world, just like my name is Rakul. Both Jenkins and Rakul are just code names, which are code names with a certain degree of mystery but cannot represent complete power. "

Jenkins thought about it and agreed with this. He hesitated for a moment, "What language does the real name need to be written in? Is it an ancient script like Loki language?"

"No, the true name of a god or a lower-level higher creature can be a symbol, a text, or even a meaningless graffiti. But it must be a name that represents the entire existence, a name that is fully recognized by itself."

As she spoke, she stretched out her fingers to seduce the power of the starry sky. The silver thread formed between the two of them, and when it finally formed a string of letters in an unknown language, a majestic power burst out from the words.

It was pitch black before my eyes, and there was no concept of time or space. Then, a light point representing "everything" appeared in front of him. Just when Jenkins was surprised to think that the source of this sea of ​​stars was the same as the earth, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from the invisible void.

With just a touch, boundless light and heat burst out, silver and blue rays of light intertwined, radiating in all directions.

The illusion ended here. Perhaps because he was freed from the shackles of the body, Jenkins, whose soul was in the astral realm, did not feel any lasting discomfort.

He shook his head and saw the light of the entire star sea beating, but before he completely went berserk, he was stopped by Lakul.

Even so, the appearance of her true name made her whole body overflow with light. If Jenkins originally thought she was just a human with a special appearance, then only now could he feel the greatness of a creature created by the longest history.

"I just seemed to have seen some pictures..."

He hesitated to speak, not believing that he actually saw the scene of the birth of the star realm.

"Mr. Williamt, that is not real. It is an illusion caused by my power and your knowledge. The birth of the star realm is related to the great master, but the real reason for its birth is one of the deepest secrets of this world. It does not It could be that simple, just show it.”

The revelation of her true name brought out the power that the star spirit had been suppressing, but her smile was still so moving.

"I understand that this is an illusion because no spirit is produced."

He nodded. That giant hand was Lakul's initial understanding of the star world, and the only "all" point was his own understanding, which made sense.

He looked at the cursive writing on his right palm, clenched his fist fiercely, and the ink stains immediately turned into black ink dots and dispersed. When he opened his palm again, two square-like words rose from his palm.

I originally thought it was just like this, but a second after the words were formed, purple light flew out from behind Jenkins. The purple line collides with the surrounding silver and blue starry sky, gradually changing its trajectory.

The sound of crackling explosions was endless, and Jenkins turned his head and looked at the brilliance that was like fireworks flying through the sea of ​​stars.

After everything calmed down, the square words above Jenkins' right hand absorbed all the purple light and swayed slightly in his palm.

Chapter 312 Chapter 307 31st (4/15)

"I thought there would be a bigger vision."

Jenkins sighed softly and looked at his name with a complicated expression.

"New God, you still lack the priesthood."

Rakul said calmly, but when Jenkins wanted to ask something more, she turned to look at Xinghai next to her with a smile, pretending that what she just said was not what she said.