The Master of the Strange Realm

"Tricks won't work, but gifts and transcendences less than five fingers can. For example, C-07-0-0001, [Epic of Time]..."

He chuckled softly, as if laughing at the absurdity of what he just said, and muttered quietly, "But how is that possible?"

After leaving the church, Jenkins stood in the snow and calmed down for a while before hailing the carriage at the intersection to drive him through half the city to the Church of Knowledge and Books. Because today is a working day, it is still early in the morning, and the snow is still falling in the sky, there are not many believers coming here to worship.

Most of the church guards and priests responsible for welcoming believers recognized Jenkins. As soon as he cleared the snow off his boots at the door of the church, two nuns came in with towels.

"Oh, thank you."

He opened his arms with some discomfort, and the nuns helped him sweep the snow off his shoulders. Seeing the tiny cat head emerge from the chest, the nuns covered their mouths with their free hands and chuckled.

After bidding farewell to the nuns, Jenkins stepped on his boots through the courtyard where the snow was still being cleared, walked through the long corridor decorated with oil paintings of the Savior legend, and then knocked on the door of Miss Bevanna's office.

"Please come in."

There was such a sound coming from inside.

Jenkins took the cat out of his chest, hastily combed his hair, and then smoothed the wrinkles on his coat before twisting the cold metal door handle.

"Mr. Willamt?"

The woman didn't expect that it was Jenkins who knocked on the door at this time.

She was sitting behind her desk, holding a cup of steaming tea and wearing a brown women's coat. Although the only furniture in the office is the desk, a small bookshelf on the wall, and a coffee table and sofa for guests, its area is quite huge. In fact, it takes up almost half of the building.

"Please sit down. In fact, I'm usually in the library over there in the morning. If you want to find me, you can go there."

Jenkins nodded and sat down somewhat cautiously.

"Long time no see, Miss Bevanna. Are things going well in New Truman City?"

First of all, you should say a few words. Even if you feel anxious and want to explode, you must maintain the necessary etiquette.

"It went well, the son of the evil god escaped..."

"..."

Chapter 319 Chapter 314 Targeting the Plan (11/15)

"Haha, don't show such an expression, Mr. Williamt. After all, it is the descendant of a great god. We can seriously injure it, which is considered a victory. In fact, if it and its assistants were not very good at hiding, We can directly call the righteous god to come and solve this matter."

When dealing with divine creatures, calling gods to come to the world is the right choice. But in history, this kind of thing rarely happened, which means that the mortal vessels prepared by the Zhengshen Church for the coming of gods into the world almost always lived peacefully in the church until they died.

Of course, the identity of a person suitable to serve as a vessel for the coming of God into the world is known to only a few people even within the church. He/she may be just an ordinary priest/nun, an inconspicuous member of the fighting force, or a powerful diocesan bishop.

The only thing they have in common is their devout faith.

Jenkins won't worry about being chosen as a vessel, because there are records of sages who have descended and used women as their bodies.

"I have something I want to talk to you about."

He finally got down to business, but he was still hesitant. After all, it seems that he is the only one who has the memory that was repeated on the 31st, which seems to imply his specialness.

But because of this, it would be inappropriate to hide the matter and wait for the next night to make plans.

"Please say."

Miss Bevanna put the tea cup down and smiled tenderly at Jenkins.

"Is such that......"

He looked at the pot of flowers on the window sill and decided in his mind that he would speak out the even numbers and hide the odd numbers for the time being until the next zero o'clock. Make sure this happens consistently and not just occasionally.

"...7, 8, 9...odd number."

"It's like this. This morning, I went to repair my pocket watch in the shop next to the Central Citizen Square. Did you know?"

Seeing the woman's affirmation, he swallowed and continued: "Originally, it was nothing. I didn't want to stay outside when the weather was so cold. But the gear monitoring A-08-1-9990 suddenly produced a huge heat, but only for a moment, just a moment.”

He repeatedly emphasized this point. That was because the syringe was hidden in the mechanical arm on the right side of the middle-aged shop owner, and there was no reaction at all until he took it out. He emphasized that it was only for a moment, and even if it was later discovered that the gear should not have functioned, it could still be explained by the failure of the man's robotic arm.

Miss Bevanna nodded and motioned for Jenkins to continue.

"That's it. This is definitely not an illusion. Oh, by the way, one more thing. There was a clock in that watch shop that gave me a very strange feeling. You know, I am very sensitive to spirits. That clock ......how to say?"

The guest-starring writer frowned and made a puzzled expression: "It's like choosing gifts in front of the gate of all things. Yes, that's what it feels like."

He stood up from the sofa, revealed the book of memories, and opened the first page, which showed the appearance of C-08-2-2218, [Stopped Clock] in Jenkins' memory.

Miss Bevanna narrowed her eyes, her expression was very serious, she knew this gift!

"Are you sure it is this clock that gave you a special feeling?"

She had to confirm this again, because the style of the clock was very ordinary and could be found in almost any watch shop.

"Yes."

Jenkins was very sure that he had owned it for a short time, and it was definitely a gift.

"I understand."

Miss Bevanna stood up, put the women's coat she was wearing on the back of the chair, gently shook the big book she never left, and took out another coat.

"Do you need my help?"

"No, no, no."

She stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "This matter may involve a wanted criminal with a bounty of five figures, Mr. William, oh, let me call you Jenkins. Jenkins, this kind of thing still needs to be handled by professionals. Please protect your safety, and it is best not to leave the church today..."

Even if she didn't remind him, Jenkins didn't want to leave here. No matter what happened, the church protected by the power of the sage will be the safest place. He has made up his mind to spend the night here.

And revealing the owner of the watch shop is to verify whether his memory of "yesterday" is correct, and at the same time, he must confirm again whether this matter has anything to do with the clock.

But no matter what, as long as "tomorrow" is still the 31st, he must inform the church of the repetitive things.

After saying goodbye to Miss Befanna, the worried Jenkins sighed and stroked the chocolate that tried to scratch his face with claws. He looked around and prepared to go to the Gate of All Things.

When using the storage room/library/archive room behind the Gate of All Things, no living objects are allowed. Therefore, Jenkins had never brought chocolate in before. This time was the same. He asked the keeper to look after his cat, explained his purpose, and borrowed a pocket watch from him before entering the bronze door that had opened a crack.

The second floor of the Secret Library was still filled with the scent of expensive candles. Jenkins took a deep breath and felt that his originally irritable mood immediately calmed down.

"Calm down."

He said to himself, standing there for a few seconds, and then strode to the depths of the bookshelf.

Because he knew the number and the name, the information of C-08-2-2218, [Stopped Clock] was quickly checked.

The church has very few records of this [Gift], only a very blurry black and white picture and a half-page of parchment text introduction.

[The original origin came from the founding of the Artisan Church in the 7th era. The church mainly solved a special time weird incident (for specific information, you need to apply to the Holy See for permission to view). The clock absorbed the blood of a devout believer, the weak divinity and the residual power of the time event, thus forming the [Gift]. The function is unknown, related to time control, and the details are unknown.

Note: Time control is a very dangerous behavior, and the control of time requires a disproportionate price. 】

"Master craftsman, great god..."

Jenkins looked serious. The formation of [Gift] was indeed related to the gods, which could be gradually confirmed in many events.

Section 320 Chapter 315 The Secret of Time (12/15)

Although the specific information of the clock is unclear, seeing the serious reminder of the person who wrote the information to the younger generation of gifters, Jenkins believes that if he encounters the middle-aged shop owner as an opponent next time, he will be able to win without consuming divinity.

He already has an idea.

"But Miss Befanna has already dealt with it. The possibility of this person escaping is very small, and it is probably impossible to meet him."

Although there is only one level difference between level 7 and level 8, there is a reason why level 8 can be called a demigod.

Now that he was here, he also looked up information about the other two stolen gifts, the Metal Heart and the Thunder Hammer.

The information about the former has pictures, and it can be confirmed that it is C-08-2-5373, the [Mechanical Heart] that Jenkins learned when listening to the whisper. This gift was given to mortals by the great god [The Craftsman] himself, and its symbolic meaning is the same as the [Heart of the Ocean] lost by the [Ocean and Exploration] Church.

"Why is it that as long as it is a heart-shaped gift given by the gods, it will definitely be stolen..."

He thought very disrespectfully in his heart and continued to read the information.

The information about the Mechanical Heart is even less than the clock just now, because after this gift appeared in the world, it has been collected by the [Craftsman] Church. The church only knows that there is such an item, knows its appearance and name.

Other than that, there is no valuable information.

The last hammer related to thunder and lightning, there is no information. Jenkins does not know its possible number and name, so he can only search by type-weapon.

After reading for the whole morning, it was just a waste of time.

Because he spent too much time in the dense library, Chocolate was sulking until lunch. After chatting with Bishop Palod for a while in the afternoon, a nun came to inform Jenkins that Miss Bevanna was back and wanted to meet him.

"Did it go smoothly?"

Miss Befanna was still wearing the same outfit as when they parted in the morning, and she seemed to be in a good mood. The two stood in the corridor at the back of the courtyard, looking at the snow scene in the courtyard. Under the corridor was the precious seeds of "Growing and Trying".

"It went smoothly, but the man escaped. Oh, by the way, that man is the vice president of the [Gear Craftsmen Association], and the archbishop-level gifter of the evil god [Gear King] Church. His name is Lux Haripia, what a pity."

"What about the clock? Is there a problem?"

He didn't have time to deal with the man's affairs now, the clock was the important thing.

"That's a gift."

Miss Befanna nodded at him, "That's a gift related to time control. Haripia can only use it to speed up his own time, but he only needs to limit his range of movement in advance. Then he tried to consume the soul and control the local time flow rate to limit my..."

"Please wait a moment."

Jenkins interrupted her, then realized the impoliteness of this behavior and smiled apologetically.

"I want to know, what does it mean to control the local flow of time? Can we use that clock to reverse time?"

"Impossible, the power of ants is not enough to make the water flowing forward flow backwards. The best the benefactor of 7 can do is to speed up or slow down time within a certain range, which is already a very remarkable act."

Miss Bevanna took out her pocket watch from the pocket of her coat. Compared with Jenkins's, this one was obviously much smaller.

The silver chain hung from her hand. After opening the cover, the ends of the three pointers were not arrows but three letters that Jenkins did not recognize.

"These are letters in the Lodge language, and the words they form have the meaning of time."

She explained briefly, then pointed her finger, and the glass cover protecting the dial melted like snowflakes.

Signing Jenkins to pay attention, Miss Bevanna hovered her green fingers above the still moving second hand:

"If you want to reverse time, it is not only the price you have to pay, but more importantly, how to generate such a great power. And the relatively simple control of the flow of time..."

The finger pressed down hard, and the second hand stopped due to the action of external force. There was a subtle click inside the pocket watch, as if the gears that were originally biting together were pushing the companion who was suddenly stuck.

"But there is a price to pay for doing this."

She looked up at Jenkins and asked an irrelevant question: "Have you studied natural physics?"

"Well, I have learned some."

Jenkins said modestly, and then stretched out his right hand like last time, with his index finger and thumb almost close together, leaving only a gap.

Compared with the great natural world, the pitiful physics knowledge he mastered was indeed insignificant.

"There is such a saying in the discipline of natural physics, and some scholars believe that this is one of the truths of the world: the action of force is mutual."

Jenkins nodded again. He is a writer and a mathematics lover, but not a physicist. Therefore, although Jenkins has read "Mathematical Principles of Natural Science", he is still a stereotyped mystic researcher. It is impossible for him to suddenly propose a theory that changes the course of science, nor can he publish a physics book that affects the direction of human development.

"It's a very interesting statement."

He commented.

Miss Bevanna didn't notice that Jenkins was chattering about the knowledge of the other world in his heart at this moment. She signaled Jenkins to continue to pay attention to his watch.

"You see, I interfered with time with my power, but in contrast, time also interfered with me with the same or greater power. In the field of mysticism, there is no concept of equality in most cases, so in fact, humans who interfere with time will pay a greater price. The gifter who uses the clock will also bear the price, and the size of the price depends only on what he interferes with..."

This is a very vivid metaphor and teaching, and Jenkins has also strengthened his idea: "If I meet an opponent who can interfere with time again, I will definitely not be as embarrassed as last time."

The two were silent for a while, standing in the corridor, watching a group of priests in the distance leading some shabby children through the main hall. Some of them can't walk by themselves, so they can only be held by older children; some only wear an ill-fitting long-sleeved shirt with many patches, and don't even have a pair of shoes on their feet.

Every child's face showed a nervous look, and some even dared to walk with their heads down, not daring to look up and look around. Even if there are some brave children, once they make eye contact with people in the church, they will immediately look away like a frightened rabbit.

Section 321 Chapter 316 Break-in (13/15)

In winter, the Church of Knowledge and Books regularly carries out charity relief activities. The church will vacate some spare rooms for homeless orphans to spend the winter here. The church prepares food and shelter for them, and they also have to do some work in the church, such as sweeping the floor or helping to scrub.

Only in a large diocese like Nolan City will there be time, gold pounds and manpower to do such things. And compared to the poor people hiding in various places in Nolan City, such help is only a drop in the bucket.

Of course, the orphans helped by the church must declare that they believe in the sages in this life, spread the teachings of the gods, and safeguard the interests of the church. This is not an empty oath, but a specific agreement must be signed.