The Master of the Strange Realm

"Mr. Candle is right. Mr. Magic, please don't take out such things. It will consume the participants' trust in our gathering."

Mr. Hood also supported Jenkins's approach, and Miss Magic did not get angry or object.

"Well, I didn't think it through."

As she spoke, she took out another palm-length blue feather.

"I don't know what this is, but it does contain spirits, so it should be some special material."

In Jenkins' eyes, the feathers emitted a faint white light, but not very strong.

"Okay."

He had no better choice, as long as it was not a golden light.

Jenkins told the history and characteristics of A-01-2-0198 that he had learned, but did not mention the black and white flowers. This was a secret of the church. Not only did the parchment signed by Jenkins when he joined the company prohibit him from leaking secrets, but it could also lead to his identity being exposed.

After this transaction, everyone exchanged several special materials with each other, and Mr. Hood still hoped to buy silver blessed by the [Natural Spirit] Church.

"I have an [Extraordinary] item here."

Just when Jenkins thought it was about to end, Mr. Birch coughed twice and announced unexpectedly in a low voice.

The biggest difference between [Weird Items], [Gifts], and [Extraordinary] and items made through rituals is that they are permanent and their spirits will not fade. Only a few ways such as gods, strange places, and natural formations can obtain these three items, so they are numbered and recorded.

"I don't think anyone here can afford it?"

Miss Magic chuckled, but it sounded like an old witch who eats people.

"Its effect is very inconspicuous, and its origin is not very legitimate, and I need some cash recently..."

"We are at a legal gathering, and we can't sell stolen goods!"

Mr. Hood immediately stopped him.

"No, please listen to me, this is not stolen goods, it just comes from an unknown source... The Orthodox Church has recorded it, B-01-5-92939."

"If I remember correctly, 5 means it can be used normally in any situation and is not dangerous."

Jenkins said, and Mr. Birch nodded:

"Yes, its name is [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Plate]. As long as you inject a little spirit, you can get three different fruits every day. Of course, they are ordinary fruits."

The other five people were silent.

"You can buy it with cash. This is also an [extraordinary]..."

At the end, even he couldn't say it anymore.

The thing in Jenkins' eyes was blue, a brand new color he had never seen before. He was a little interested, but he was worried that his savings were not enough.

"10 pounds. It comes from an unknown source."

Miss Magic said.

"Can you add more?"

Mr. Birch asked tentatively, and Miss Magic shrugged.

"11 pounds."

Jenkins spoke. Although the price sounded a bit against Miss Magic, the latter looked indifferent and said nothing.

In the end, Jenkins used half of his savings to actually buy a [Supernatural], although its origin was unknown and its use was useless...

Due to the giant octopus that haunted Nolan City at night and the incident of A-01-2-0198, the next party was postponed to two weeks later, and the password was also set as newspaper.

According to the order of the lottery, Jenkins was the second to leave. He wanted to ask Mr. Hood if he knew about other parties. But he felt that it was too imprudent to do so, so he gave up.

After wandering around in the alleys of the Sabine District for half an hour, Jenkins walked back to his bedroom along the big tree with confidence. Good, the door was still locked.

Tonight's party gave him the opportunity to know more secret news. Although it seems useless now, he is from the 21st century and knows the importance of information.

And this is also interesting, isn't it?

Without going to sleep immediately, he took out the dirty wooden plate from his arms, which was engraved with some common decorative patterns.

After inputting some spirit, an unripe green apple, a hazelnut and an attractive red cherry appeared on the plate under the moonlight.

"Is hazelnut considered a fruit?"

He frowned and thought, then put the cherry into his mouth, which tasted good.

Jenkins sometimes thought that although he was a time traveler, he might not be the so-called protagonist, because life returned to peace again in the next week, and he thought he would encounter abnormalities one after another.

"But this is not bad."

Jenkins, who was lying on the counter copying the tadpole script on the photo, suddenly said something, which scared the old man so much that he almost broke the porcelain in his hand.

Regarding the publisher, the old man was still in contact. Originally, both of them thought that they could solve it by relying on the relationship of the church, but later they found that publishing formal books also required the so-called book batch number, which was the official book publishing qualification issued by the kingdom, and the church happened to have run out of it.

The old man had found a professional printer under the church, and he admired Jenkins' fairy tale collection. If Jenkins was willing to wait until the last quarter of the year for the next batch of numbers to come down, that gentleman would be willing to be the first to print and publish Jenkins' book, but Dad didn't think it necessary to wait that long, so he contacted his church partners, which also took some time.

Jenkins' study finally turned from theory to practice, not only in antiques, but also in occultism.

That day, under the watchful eye of his father, Jenkins independently conducted a "prayer ceremony" in the warehouse in the backyard of the antique store. As the name suggests, the purpose of the ceremony is to pray to the [Heritage Sage]. Under normal circumstances, the god can be watched by the god for a short period of time.

Because of his identity, Jenkins was very resistant to this. But he couldn't find a reasonable way to refuse, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and draw the sage's holy symbol on the ground with the ritual chalk that was not used up last time. He knelt on the holy symbol with one knee and prayed to the lady for her attention. In front of him is a small piece of silver as a sacrifice.

"Silver" is just a symbolic sacrifice. According to Dad, letting the gods look at you also comes with a price. But the righteous gods are very generous. As long as they don't put some rotten food or garbage, they won't care.

This process was unexpectedly smooth. When Jenkins lowered his head and finished reciting the last note, he immediately felt a gentle gaze that seemed to be substantial suddenly appeared, looking down at him from above with great pressure.

Section 32 Chapter 31 I pray for your attention (Part 2)

Although the gaze was so majestic that Jenkins could not raise his head, it was also so kind and broad that when the gaze disappeared, Jenkins was stunned for a long time before standing up.

For the first time, he realized that there really were gods in the traditional sense in this world. They were not extremely powerful humans, but higher beings that were fundamentally different from themselves.

"He didn't find anything wrong with me and got away with it?"

Praying to one's own God is the simplest ritual, but for believers in the true God, it is of extraordinary significance.

On the one hand, they could offer sacrifices to the gods in this way, like the small piece of silver that disappeared after the ceremony. If you can gain the favor of the gods through sacrifices, improvement in worldly power is only the most basic benefit. In some special cases, gods can even directly grant [abilities], [gifts] and even spirits.

On the other hand, being watched by God is a special form of baptism. Curses that are not very complicated, or other weird things, will be directly annihilated in the eyes of Zhengshen. Of course, if it is for the latter purpose, it is best to prepare some sacrifices of sufficient weight. It's not necessary, but trying to get help from a great being with just a small piece of metal is also blasphemous in a sense, and normal believers would not do this.

Although Jenkins had independently conducted a ceremony to gain abilities, Dad still had to use this method to prove that he had started.

"This is an entry test that has been implemented since ancient times. It is better for us to be more traditional."

So how are believers in false gods tested? Praying to false gods? Are false gods also such great unknowable beings?

Jenkins asked the question, but received only a meaningful look from his dad.

He once tried to find the difference between true gods and false gods through libraries and other methods, or to understand the meaning of the months corresponding to true gods, but theological books very uniformly avoided these contents.

Jenkins did not give up, but waited patiently for his promotion to level 1 benefactor. At that time, he will be given permission to browse the church's treasured materials. For example, he currently cannot know the church's "Weird Creatures" records, but after level one, he will be able to see parts of the danger number "04" and below.

The most unexpected thing in the new week was that Dad suddenly asked Jenkins to go to church as an ordinary believer at noon on Wednesday. The weather was extremely gloomy that day, and the polluted gases released by the factory completely turned the sky yellow. Captain Binsi silently led him away from the side door, and then took a carriage to Nolan No. 5 Public Hospital, which was rumored to be haunted.

Although the name contains "public", in fact, people who can come here to see a doctor must have more gold pounds in their pockets than Jenkins.

The buildings in the hospital area look more like aristocratic villas, even the steam pipes are directly buried in the walls.

The two quickly walked into a room at the corner of the first floor. A man wearing leather shoes pretending to read a newspaper nodded and opened the door for them.

As soon as he entered, the stench that hit his face almost knocked Jenkins down.

"Dad Oliver should have told you what happened here, right?"

Captain Binsi asked softly, as if he was worried about disturbing the man on the bed.

"Said something."

Jenkins replied cautiously.

"That's good. In fact, what happened here is still not clear. What happened in the open sea, the octopus at night, the strange things you encountered, and the evil spirits here. Nolan City has not been peaceful recently... ...

Okay, let’s not talk about this. Try it and see if this wound can be treated? "

Captain Binsi said, gently lifting the curtain of the hospital bed closest to the door, allowing Jenkins to see the person lying inside.

It was a young man of not much age, his eyes were closed and his face was pale. In addition to some fruits on his bedside table, there is also a small badge with a metallic luster placed on a wooden stand. The badge is engraved with the holy symbol of [Heritage Sage]. .

In Jenkins' eyes, the badge radiated gold and green.

"Sacred items with healing properties?"

Jenkins guessed, then frowned and looked at the source of the stench - his right arm wrapped in white gauze.

The doctor, who was standing in the room when he entered, wearing white clothes and a large mask on his face, removed the gauze and let Jenkins and Captain Binsi see the one-finger-wide wound.

The flesh exposed by the wound was pale green, but strangely no blood oozed out. It can be clearly seen that the green flesh at the wound has a tendency to spread outward.

"The wound cannot be healed by any natural or unnatural means. Before that, we can only cut the flesh for them regularly."

The doctor's dull voice came from behind the mask, and Jenkins' mouth twitched. Although his ability is useless for curses, toxins and the like, it can just target the cut wound.

He nodded to Binsi and gently tapped his finger on the normal skin not far from the man's wound. After a moment, as the cold air flowed out of his fingers, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But this only lasted for a second, the green flesh seemed to wriggle, and then the wound broke again.

Jenkins continued to increase the output of "spirit", but the healing speed was always slower than the speed of the wound cracking.

"It's done."

Watching the wound crack and heal, Captain Binsey couldn't help but call a halt to Jenkins' actions.

But just when Jenkins was about to give up, his fingers trembled and accidentally touched the edge of the green flesh.

The candle soaked in spirituality suddenly shook, and Jenkins stared at his fingertips in amazement as a dim yellow flame emerged.

Before anyone could stop him, the flames engulfed the patient's entire right arm.

Jenkins took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground, and the flames slowly subsided. The bed and sleeves were not damaged, but the wound was still a wound, but it returned to its normal color.

The unusual noise alarmed the doorman to come in and check, and he got good news.

No one attributed this to Jenkins' possible possession of [Gift]. They seemed to think it was a hidden function of his ability.

"You'll be busy these days."

Captain Binsey touched the wounded man's arm, turned around and said to Jenkins with a smile on his face.

I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to be really useful. Overjoyed, Bin Xi immediately reported the matter to the church. The final result was that Jenkins asked for two days off from his father and treated patients with the same strange wounds in the hospital.

His spiritual limit was still very low, so he actually rested most of the time.

Section 33 Chapter 32 Pen Pal

Of course, he treated not only members of his own church, but also the five Orthodox Churches were involved in the hospital. Jenkins only treated them according to the instructions of Captain Bin Xi and an old man. Although the relationship between the Orthodox Churches should be good, it was definitely not free.

He was still thinking about Mr. Barnard who saved his life. After becoming a scribe, he was busy with work and did not thank him. Therefore, he specifically asked about the wounded of the [Night and Secret] Church, but regretfully learned that Mr. Barnard was not involved in the hospital.

When daily life resumed again, Jenkins not only received a bonus of 20 pounds, but was also allowed to learn dozens of rituals that he could not see temporarily with his authority. It was just learning. If he wanted to practice, he had to buy the materials himself.

After entering August - [The Month of Craftsmen and Rain], as the summer wind gradually weakened, the dim sky and pungent smell in memory once again occupied Nolan City.

This phenomenon was called "a sign of development" by factory owners and nobles, symbolizing that Nolan City would become better, and Jenkins was only worried about whether he would shorten his life.

This is the normal state of this city. Although it does not have the title of "Fog City", the shrouded smog is indeed completely similar.

In this fog, Jenkins also encountered a fog-like thing.

"Pen pal?"

Looking at the letter in his hand in the carriage, Jenkins frowned in confusion.

This was found in the mailbox when old Williamette took the newspaper. There was no recipient, only the address.

The family thought that the sender had carelessly forgotten to write, but after opening it, they found that they had sent it to the wrong address, because the letter was just a greeting to the pen pal, and none of the four people in the family had a pen pal.

Because Jenkins happened to pass by the post office on his way to work, old Williamette asked him to send the letter back. Bored along the way, Jenkins hesitated for a moment and flipped through the letters.

Dear Potter:

I am glad to receive your letter again. The little poem you wrote is really beautiful. I really hope that the weather in Loon can be like the poem with spring all year round.

Regarding the last incident, I am sorry that I still haven't found the book you need, but I have asked a friend to look for it in the library of the tower, and I believe there will be results soon.