The Master of the Strange Realm

I quickly scanned the store and everything was as expected.

"You can start planning."

He walked quickly towards the unique clock in the corner. When he was about to reach out and touch it, the shop owner opened the back door and walked in empty-handed.

"As expected."

The time of his action was different from the previous times. It was obviously Jenkins' action that alerted him.

"guest."

"Lux Haripia, stop pretending!"

Jenkins said loudly without looking back, pretending to be confident: "I know who you are and what you want to do. Please die in peace. I will buy you a decent cemetery."

This sentence can be regarded as revenge for the last time.

He reached out and was about to touch the clock, and the clicking sound sounded clearly in his ears. In one slow second, the hands of the Grace Clock suddenly turned a slight angle, and the shop owner put his hand on Jenkins' shoulder.

The two of them kept moving like this. The former felt that he had a chance to win because he had gone back in time many times, and the latter also felt that he had a chance to win because he could manipulate time.

In other words, both men believe that time is on their side.

Haripia's face only showed surprise for a few seconds, and then he calmed down:

"Since you know who I am, why do you still think you can succeed? You don't think you can really destroy a gift, do you?"

"of course not."

Jenkins' hand hung two inches above the clock. "In fact, I am just a poor second-level benefactor. Even if you don't have this clock, I can't be your opponent."

"So you just hope to damage my clock and hope that your companions can avenge you?"

The corner of Jenkins' mouth curled up. Of course, Haripia behind him couldn't see this scene.

"I'm going to take action."

He issued a warning in advance and pressed his right hand downwards toward the clock. There was another clear click sound, and the shop owner, who had sped up his own time, looked at the back of the blond young man in front of him with a gloomy expression.

"You don't want your life."

He cursed in his mind, perhaps because he was worried that this man would be cursed with an explosion after death, so he did not choose to take action directly, but grabbed him, trying to interfere with their time at the same time and pull the young man away from the clock.

Of course, since he is the owner of the clock, during this interference process, only Haripia can keep his thoughts in sync while his body is being affected.

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Chapter 339 Chapter 334 The Price of Touching Time

"Although interfering with two people's time at the same time will pay a greater price, this is only a second-level gifter..."

Thinking like this, the middle-aged man mobilized the power of the clock to concentrate on his palm, and then extended it through his palm to the blond young man.

In the early morning of the 31st, since Jenkins did not show up at the church, no one had the tact to disturb Miss Bevanna from reading.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, although she is a woman, this demigod-level benefactor is usually very serious. But in fact, she would also read some chivalric novels and other books during her breaks to pass the time.

The book Miss Bevanna is reading today is not "The Legend of the Detective Knight" which has been selling well in mainland China in recent years, but a book brought by an out-of-town businessman from the Kingdom of Hampavo with poor sales. It is said that the author is a powerful noble of the kingdom, so it can be published even if the writing and story are a disaster, but most people would rather try the canned herring than read to the third page.

Bevanna likes books like this very much. It reminds her of her youthful days and the stupid things she has done. At that time, she also tried to become a writer, but after regretful failure, she decided to devote herself to the study of occultism.

"The author is probably young and has a simple mind, but his description of palace life is very realistic."

Seeing the ridiculous description, she couldn't help but squint her eyes and stretched out her hand to turn to the next page to see how confusing this book could be.

His fingers were hanging in the air and his brows were furrowed.

Putting down the book, there was something wrong with the clock in the corner behind the door. The three hands automatically rotate counterclockwise, and then rotate back clockwise after one revolution, repeating the cycle.

She took out her pocket watch from the drawer suspiciously and opened the cover with a click. The same phenomenon happened with the hands.

"This is......"

A strange feeling came from the east of the city. When I walked to the window, colorful stripes appeared in the eastern sky. In illusive colors, visions of unrecognizable cities are reflected in the sky.

"Miss Bevanna!"

The deputy, Mr Gaskell Peters, rushed in without even knocking. The woman didn't blame him, she just stared at the clock that had returned to normal for a moment, and then quickly opened the book on the desk.

"Now the entire city can see the illusion in the sky. It can be determined that the center of the illusion should be..."

"Please be quiet, Peters!"

She stretched out her hand to stop the man's report and watched the book in her hand turn pages automatically. Although the book is surprisingly thick, the action of turning the pages lasted for a full minute, which was still frightening.

It finally stopped. Bevanna lowered her head and glanced at the text displayed on the book. Her already frowning brows became even more worrying.

"There is a time disorder in a certain area of ​​the city, and it will not last long. The illusion in the sky is a display of the past and future of that area, and it will disappear soon, and..."

"Come and see! Oh, God!"

Peters groaned and interrupted her, lowered his head and drew the Holy Emblem on his chest in a panic.

Miss Bevanna looked out the window. The bustling city was obviously reflected in the colorful illusion in the sky. If she squinted her eyes, she could see a clear figure enveloped by the beam of light falling from the sky. Golden light burst out from his body, and pure white light covered half of the city.

This scene lasted for less than ten seconds before disappearing. If you didn't observe it deliberately, you wouldn't be able to see what it was from the chaotic colors and distorted pictures, but Bevanna, who happened to be watching this scene, understood it.

"At some point in the future, a god will come in a public form?"

There was no time to think too much, and the illusion in the sky finally disappeared. The colorful colors shrank and collapsed like squares. Looking at the snow outside the window, everything seemed like a dream.

"Notify the 7th, 8th, and 9th Standing Teams to immediately go to the location just now to check the situation."

She left Peters and walked out of the office, speaking to the people who were rushing over.

"But......"

A man said awkwardly.

"That's enough. This is not a trick, nor is it the power of God. One of the gifts is broken. Go to the scene immediately to check the situation and collect clues."

She turned her head again and said to the nun standing by with her head lowered: "Sister Rita, does Bishop Parrod know about this?"

"We have all seen that the bishop is now organizing the priests and nuns in the church to appease the believers. The bishop said that he has sent people to other churches to discuss countermeasures. I heard that he will announce to the public that what just happened was the fault of a certain righteous god. miracle."

"I won't interfere with worldly matters. It's good to handle it this way."

She has basically determined that what happened just now was done by mortals and has nothing to do with gods. Therefore, even if you pretend to be a miracle, it can only be regarded as immorally promoting the glory of God, not blasphemy.

Miss Bevanna turned around again and looked at the expressionless young man standing at the end of the crowd: "Are all the secret keepers here?"

"The three Your Excellencies are all in front of the Gate of Vientiane. What happened just now caused changes in several clock-like items behind the door."

"I would like to inform you that Mr. Smith is asked to go with the team. He needs to identify the situation at the scene."

"OK."

After finishing these things vigorously and resolutely, Miss Bevanna picked up her coat and walked to the yard with the crowd.

Ignoring the people who saluted and said hello to her, she squinted her eyes and raised her head to look at the sky just now.

"time......"

Jenkins also kept his head raised, with a stunned expression on his face.

"Why is the movement so loud..."

The moment the shop owner tried to exert the power of time on him, something went wrong as expected.

Although the body is a mortal, the soul is a god. The power of the gift naturally causes no small problems when it acts on the soul. The first person to bear the brunt was the owner of the gift. Before he could even express his last words or complain about the unfair fate, he turned into dust and scattered to the ground. Nothing was left except the test tube containing the germs.

Something was wrong with the gift itself, fatally damaged by the very nature of God.

Jenkins only remembered that the hands of the clock were spinning like crazy, and even afterimages were spinning. Turning around, the entire body was turned away. With all kinds of metal parts scattered on the floor, Jenkins almost fell down on the pile of ashes due to the intense nausea.

What happened next was visible to the entire city.

"Bless me, I didn't mean it."

PS: The wrong time is set!

Chapter 340 Chapter 335 Borrowing and repayment

The original plan was just to induce the store owner to include Jenkins within the scope of time control, so that he would suffer backlash. He really didn't expect that the gift would be directly destroyed by the essence of God and cause such a strong vision.

He had to leave as soon as there was such a big fuss. But this is good, at least the Orthodox Church and other strange characters will focus their attention here in a short period of time, which is conducive to the continuation of the next plan.

Before leaving, don’t forget to observe your surroundings with the eyes of truth. He would not take the germs away, and it would be useless to take them away. This time, he used the identity of "Mr. Candle". After all, it was not illegal.

And the clock that was scattered into a pile of parts was not all useless. There was still a rich white aura on the three hands. Although it can no longer be called a gift, the rich mystery of time contained in it is still very valuable.

After some hesitation, he finally didn't set fire to the entire store. After arriving at the backyard of the clock shop through the back door, climb over the back wall of the warehouse into the alley behind. After changing his appearance again, he wandered onto the road like a bored idler.

Even though the snow was still falling, pedestrians still stood in the snow indifferently, talking in groups about what had just happened in the sky.

"How will the church explain this?"

Jenkins thought to himself that the bishop must be in great trouble at this time. Although I felt a little guilty, I had solved a very difficult cultist after all, so I still thought I had done a good thing.

The time now is less than nine o'clock, and it will still be a long time before the two women from the Witch's House arrive at Miss Miller's house. Although it took Jenkins a while to find the carriage, it was within the scope of the plan.

"Is Miss Miller back?"

Knocking on the apartment door for the second time today, the landlady shook her head, but still let Jenkins in:

"She hasn't come back yet, please come in and wait."

Miss Miller did not come back with Miss Audrey, who was asked to help by the [Starry Sky and Balance] Church because of the vision in the sky just now.

But Miss Miller had already collected all the ceremony materials that Jenkins needed. Because they were purchased in a hurry, the price was certainly very expensive, but Jenkins could still barely pay.

He did not tell her in words how they worked together to capture the witches on the 31st last time, but directly used the ability of [Giving Knowledge] to share the memory of that period with her.

Miss Miller thoughtfully:

"Since you have to do it yourself, should we still use the Mystery Lock this time? Also, you weren't the one who caused what happened just now, right? Was that gift destroyed?"

"It was destroyed because of an unplanned accident."

He also didn't expect that the gift would be damaged so easily. I originally thought of keeping it for my own use, which would also be convenient for today's plan.

"But it doesn't matter, it's just a small accident. Yes, a small accident, the plan will not go wrong again!"

He promised, and then talked about the next thing: "You can't use the mystery lock. If you want to define what is my personal action, then things will become too complicated. Since we have interrogated the last 31 days, If we have useful information, then you don’t need to catch them this time. The plan we discussed is a fair power contract, so it should be fine.”

"This is good and very safe. However, I hope that after today's events are over, you can explain to me how the scene in the sky appears. Although I have probably guessed some, I am still a little curious. "

I was originally worried that the big move I just made would create a butterfly effect, causing the witches who were supposed to appear on time to give up their plans or change the time. But fortunately, the two women still appeared where they were supposed to appear on time.

Although accidental encounters with Jenkins often occur, at least this time, he has the favor of the great righteous god Destiny Hermit.

"contract."

The two stood in the center of the room, with a roll of parchment suspended in the middle. The power of the contract is fair, so if you borrow something, you must repay it. The last time in the strange situation, Miss Miller directly gave the [Knowledge Granting] ability to Jenkins, and this time Jenkins agreed to lend her power to Miss Miller again when necessary.

This is also considered an exchange of equal value.

The moment the two signed their names, the parchment burned to ashes in a white flame, and two palm-sized metal pieces were born from the ashes. The one with the bust of Miss Miller was picked up by Jenkins, and the other one was picked up by Miss Miller.

"That's it. Seriously experience the power of high-level gifters. This is a rare opportunity."

she reminded.

"OK."

Jenkins smiled and placed the card against his chest.

Because they had made arrangements in advance, the landlady directly asked Zhen and Meimi to come to the second floor. No math required this time, and their expressions were even worse when they opened the door, because Miss Miller and Jenkins were sitting on the sofa directly opposite the door.

"Welcome both of you."

Miss Miller said as the owner here. At the same time, Jenkins, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, colorful blocks of color appeared from behind him, and Miss Miller immediately took another step back, staring unblinkingly at the mathematical principles that were about to be manifested.

"Is this the power of high-level benefactors?"

He sighed softly and stretched out his hands, surrounding the surrounding color blocks, and densely packed symbols were about to emerge.

[Principles of Mathematics] is a white basic ability that Miss Miller has understood on her own. In her opinion, it is an active ability that can form a chain with many abilities after activation.