The Master of the Strange Realm

"I understand. I need to find it myself, right?"

"You are a god, I am not. Mr. Williamite, the Star Spirit will not interfere in the affairs of the material world, nor will it change the fate of all worlds by influencing the gods."

"All worlds?"

"I think you should understand what I mean."

Jenkins smiled, "That's why I hate those who only say half of what they say in second-rate novels."

Of course, this sentence is just in his mind.

Through the power of Jenkins's true name, Lakul realized his essence as a god. So as long as he engraved his name on a specific object, that object could become a guiding beacon.

But she also warned that objects engraved with the names of gods would become special divine items. Although Jenkins, the pseudo-god, does not have a corresponding priesthood, the essence of his soul also has the ability to infect. The divine items created in this way will have abilities similar to Jenkins himself, but they cannot be created too much, because he does not have a priesthood. Excessive loss of the essence of God will not affect the soul, but it will cause the body to decay prematurely.

Knowing the role of the true name, Jenkins returned to the material world from the astral world.

After opening his eyes, his body still remained in the chair in front of the desk, but Chocolate had changed from lying on the cushion beside the desk to fiddling with the metal block.

"You really like cube-like things."

Jenkins said with a smile, reaching out and touching its back twice. He remembered that Chocolate liked to play with the Rubik's Cube drawn, but it was a pity that the thing was destroyed by Jenkins.

The moment Jenkins touched it, the cat's movements stiffened for a moment, and it looked back at its owner.

"Meow~"

Then it quickly jumped off the table, jumping back to the first floor step by step along the stairs like a fat rabbit.

Jenkins did not chase it, but looked at the five smooth stones neatly placed on the table.

He picked up a piece at random, and with a slight force, the spiritual magnet was divided into two parts.

Picked up the pure silver ritual silver knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and then touched the surface with the blade.

"Jen~Jin~"

He whispered a long sound, and carved out two square characters while speaking.

Chocolate was lying by the fireplace in the living room on the first floor. When Jenkins started cutting, his cat ears trembled, and then he rushed up the stairs. He stopped at the door of the study, hiding outside the door. Only his small cat head looked at the man's movements, and his big amber eyes were full of curiosity.

With the completion of the last horizontal stroke, a rich golden aura bloomed on the stone, but there was no abnormality. He could feel the aura fading, and the marks disappeared at a very weak level. But it was enough to maintain it for half a year.

"That's it."

He nodded with satisfaction, pulled the kerosene lamp on the table closer, and lowered his head to carefully carve other magnets.

Chocolate's amber pupils widened, and his cat head stretched out on one side of the door. When Jenkins started to deal with the third magnet, it retracted its head, then ran down the stairs with its paws, and lay down on the wool carpet in front of the stove again.

He stretched out his right front paw and scratched the carpet, and the marks left on the carpet gradually formed two crooked Chinese characters.

The following strokes were written slower and slower. Fearing that the owner working upstairs would find out, it did not complete the horizontal stroke of the character "金".

"Meow~"

As if it had accomplished something great, the cat cried out proudly. A big black hand stretched out from the shadow on the ground and wiped out all the scratches.

It lay down again, with its front paws in front of its head. The flickering flames were reflected in its amber eyes, shaking slowly and firmly.

"Meow~"

(Chocolate licking milk...)

Wednesday is the 31st day of October, which is the last day of the [Sage and Harvest Moon].

"This month is really too long!"

Thinking of what happened in this month, Jenkins couldn't help but feel lucky that he could survive to the end of the month intact.

"This is the blessing of the sage!"

He sat up from the mattress in front of the fireplace in his pajamas and shouted with his hands raised high. Then he reached out and touched the cat sleeping on the sofa covered with a small blanket. It curled up and slept soundly. When Jenkins touched it, it immediately cried out in dissatisfaction.

Put on slippers, wash up briefly in the bathroom, take off the coat in the hallway and put it on, then open the door.

"Oh, goddess, it's snowing."

He sighed softly. There was already a layer of snow in the yard, and the small tree pruned by the maid was also covered with silver.

Although it was a bit cold, Jenkins still hugged his chest and shrunk his head and walked down the steps in front of the door, stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake in the air.

St. George Street in front of the yard was completely covered with snow. The coachman wearing a cotton hat and cotton gloves drove his horse forward with great effort. The horse's hooves left small holes in the snow, but they were soon covered by the wheels behind.

Mr. Goodman was also ready to go out. He was wearing an exaggerated red scarf. His already fat body looked even fatter because of the overly bloated clothes.

"Good morning, Mr. William! It's really cold today."

"Good morning, Mr. Goodman! Yes, I think after this snow, it should be a real winter."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Mr. Goodman walked onto the road with his black briefcase.

According to the living standards of the Goodman family, this gentleman's weekly salary should be slightly lower than Jenkins', but not much, and both belong to the middle class. But Jenkins is a young bachelor, he is only 21 years old this year; and Mr. Goodman has to support his wife and young son, and his burden is heavy.

This led to Mr. Goodman going to work in the snow on Wednesday morning, while Jenkins, after taking the newspaper and milk at the door, touched the chocolate and enjoyed breakfast while looking at the snow scene.

"Don't touch it, wait a minute."

He stopped the cat from wanting to get close to the bottle, then poured out the milk inside, heated it with a flame, and pushed it to her. Milk that has been frozen outside for a long time cannot be drunk directly, otherwise it is easy to have stomach problems.

Chapter 313 Chapter 308 Table Clock (5/15)

"Flames can heat, and frost fists can cool. We don't have to worry about the temperature of food all year round."

Jenkins thought so, and then remembered what his father said, that he could be late for a while when the weather was bad. Seeing the snow outside, and thinking that this was the first snow in this world, he had an idea in his mind.

"Let's walk to see the snow scene, and then repair the pocket watch and go to dad, okay?"

When Jenkins picked up Chocolate, he was about the same size as he is now. When he went to apply for a pet city residence permit, the veterinarian judged that Chocolate's cat age would not exceed half a year. In other words, Chocolate should not have seen snow.

But after going out, it did not maintain the cat's curiosity about everything. It just used its claws to test the snow on the lawn at the door, and then it grabbed Jenkins' boots without interest and asked the man to pick it up.

He put on a hat and a scarf and walked out of the house.

I don't know where this snow started, but at least the fog in the city has dissipated a lot in the early morning of the snowy day. There were few pedestrians on the street, most of them were like Jenkins, walking quickly with their heads down.

The road surface that had not been cleared of snow was particularly slippery, but Jenkins, who had gained the ability of watching cats, had a very good balance.

After all, this was one of the most prosperous cities in the entire continent, and the necessary roads in the dock area and the avenues in the city were being cleaned intensively. Most of those hired were poor people who wanted to store more food at home before the coldest days came.

It was said that 5 pence could hire an adult to sweep the entire street, and Jenkins was not sure about the specific price. But watching the old man shivering in the cold and wearing only single clothes sweeping the street corner, he felt what a complicated world this was.

After walking for a while, he got tired of it and simply hired a carriage at the corner. On days like this with bad weather, the fare would not increase, but the tip would be higher.

The target watch shop was located in the most prosperous neighborhood of Nolan City, not far away from the Central Citizen Square that almost became the place where the devil descended last time.

I was still worried that the shop owner might open the door later due to the bad weather. But today's luck seemed to be good. The driver sent Jenkins to the intersection. After getting off the car, he could see the cleared avenue and the figures in the shops along the street.

"Don't move."

He patted his squirming chest. Chocolate obviously didn't like the cold, but he just didn't want to wear the small clothes he knitted for it. Jenkins was afraid that his cat would freeze, so he often put it inside his coat when he went out recently, but cats are definitely not the kind of creatures that are willing to stay still for a long time.

This time Chocolate didn't obey and was still moving desperately in his clothes. Jenkins looked around awkwardly. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians on the snowy day, and no one noticed the abnormality of his chest.

After unbuttoning the third button from the top, the cat's black and white furry head came out soon, looking at everything around curiously, and then called to the watch shop.

"Meow~"

"Don't call, I know that's our destination."

He whispered to the cat, then took it out of the black coat and reached out to push open the door of the watch shop.

Click~Click~

The walls around were full of all kinds of clocks, table clocks were placed by the wall, and pocket watches were stored in the glass counter. Jenkins looked around with interest, and then he found that the owner of the shop was not there, but the door to the back of the shop was open.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

He shouted, stamped his feet on the mat at the door a few times to leave the snow and dirty water on the soles of his shoes, took off his hat and shook it, and brushed off the snow on his shoulders.

"Sorry, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"

A man's voice came from behind the door, and it seemed that he was sorting goods in the backyard or doing other things.

"This is very interesting."

Standing in front of the counter and looking at the pocket watches with price tags, Jenkins saw several very unique shapes at a glance. One of them was in the shape of a lying cat, and the cat's belly was the dial, so the cat looked weird.

These interesting clocks are mainly sold to young girls, so the price is also very expensive. When Jenkins saw the unit was pounds, he lost interest and started to lecture Chocolate, telling him not to eat so much and become fat.

The cat looked up at him innocently, then suddenly jumped up and almost grabbed Jenkins' face.

The shop owner soon came in from the back door, holding a large cardboard box. From the sound, it should be filled with small gears and bearings.

This is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat face but a well-proportioned figure. He wore a woolen short-sleeved shirt with a white shirt underneath. When he came to the counter with the box, a layer of white mist had appeared on his glasses.

"Sir, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

He said embarrassedly, then took the watch handed over by Jenkins with his red hands, took off his original glasses, replaced them with another professional monocle, and recognized the pocket watch just by checking the front and back.

"I have repaired this watch."

He said with certainty.

"Yes, I accidentally broke it last month. You have a really good memory."

"Watches have souls, and each watch has a unique soul. I won't make a mistake."

The cost of this repair is the same as last time, but the boss thinks that he has just neglected the first customer of the day, so he insists on giving him a 10% discount.

Jenkins made a few hypocritical excuses and then stopped objecting.

Jenkins was about to leave after taking the delivery slip from the boss, when he suddenly heard a very clear click.

This shop is full of clocks, so this sound is not uncommon. But the strange thing is that this click was unusually clear and loud, as if it was ringing in his ear.

The watch shop owner at the counter saw Jenkins suddenly stunned, so he asked:

"Customer, is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that I still need a clock at home, and I want to put it opposite the fireplace."

He made up a reason casually, and then said: "I want to take another look in the store. Are these all ready for sale?"

"Yes, customer, but... you can take a look at it casually, and it's still 10% off."

Rejecting the boss's suggestion to accompany him, Jenkins walked to the side alone, pretending to be very interested in choosing a clock.

The very unique click of the clock pointer sounded again, and he nodded slightly, and another vision opened up between his eyes closing and struggling.

"Let me see..."

Chapter 314 Chapter 309 Confrontation with the Craftsmen's Guild (6/15)

Jenkins scanned the clocks on the entire wall one by one, and soon found that a very inconspicuous brown wooden clock in the corner of the wall actually emitted a dazzling white aura.

"Gift?"

I never thought that this result would be found in an ordinary watch shop. But then he was stunned again, and the hand holding the hat increased the strength:

"Most of the gifts I have seen so far will inexplicably attract me to touch, but the clock here does not. So... does it have an owner?"

Thinking of this, he was shocked, because the owner was behind him.

"Customer, do you like this clock very much?"

The owner's voice sounded at this time, but judging from the sound, he should still be behind the counter.

"No, it just feels a little ordinary compared to the other clocks in your store."

This is not an excuse, it is the fact. Other clocks in the watch shop have more or less decorations. It could be a pattern drawn by gold or silver threads, a pattern patiently carved by a craftsman, or a unique pendulum.

But only the Class C gift clock was made by someone who just wanted to get a "clock", and no other decorations existed.

In other words, it was a pure clock.

"Really?"

A hand was placed on Jenkins' shoulder, and he looked back, and the owner who was supposed to be on the other side of the store appeared behind him.

"Level 7..."