The Master of the Strange Realm

Mrs. Tiffany's recent etiquette class has become even more boring, and she can't understand the math class at all. Only the equestrian class allows her to walk outside, and my "little red date" is also looking forward to running with me. Potter, do you know how to do math? I have attached some homework assignments from Mr. Warren at the back of the letter. I hope you can help me.

Note: May the [Spirit of Nature] bless you. If you really understand, please be sure to reply as soon as possible, otherwise Teacher Warren will definitely kill me because of my stupidity!

Your loyalty,

mary

The letter is made of fine snow paper, and the edge of the paper is outlined with gold lines to create a slightly rolled parchment-like writing space. According to Jenkins' understanding, this kind of paper is sold by the sheet in Nolan City, and his weekly salary may not be enough to buy the paper in his hand.

The handwriting of the letter is elegant and graceful. The "Mary" who wrote the letter should be an upper-class lady with good education. Because the carriage he rode this time was a carriage without a roof, Jenkins did not do anything ungentlemanly like "sniffing".

Use the same paper at the back of the letter to write down two pages of math problems.

"It's a very simple classical probability problem that doesn't even require integrals."

Jenkins analyzed all the questions with some interest. He didn't know the academic level of this world. But since tutors can already teach such complex probability problems, the prototype of integral points should also appear in top universities, right?

Although this was only a high school problem in the previous life.

For reasons he didn't even understand, Jenkins didn't get off at the post office and went straight to Dad's Antiques. During the lunch break, he borrowed paper and pen from his father. First, he apologized frankly. He opened the envelope in order to know whose letter it was. Then he answered all the questions one by one, sealed it with the original letter, and prepared to mail it in the evening.

"My math skills are very good, but my handwriting is too ugly."

Dad naturally wouldn't comment on Jenkins' actions, but he attacked his fonts mercilessly.

"Perhaps that Miss Mary thought I was a math madman, a weird Frankenstein kind of person...and I was just doing good things. Runen is not the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo. "If I don't help her, the lady may not have time to send another letter."

Jenkins shrugged and explained the mathematical symbols of his previous life in the letter in straightforward language, while his father had a helpless expression of "young people are always like this."

After sending the letter back, Jenkins secretly expected to receive a reply again, but the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo was in the far north of the continent, so he used ordinary postal mail to save money. If the letter really arrives safely, even if the lady whose pen name is "Mary" replies immediately, it will probably be next month.

"Mathematical genius" Jenkins put the incident behind him after a few days.

He looked down at the jet-black flintlock pistol in front of him.

"Dad, what does this mean?"

"Pack up and go out with me. I received news that a batch of good goods came from the dock warehouse. Maybe you can find something good."

Dad said quickly and threw the coat that Jenkins was wearing to him.

"But why carry a pistol? Is this the so-called gang trade?"

Jenkins still found it puzzling, especially since his father could easily pull out a loaded gun from the counter.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just for self-defense."

As he spoke, he put away a similar pistol and at the same time counted out several brass bullets and put them into the inner pocket of his coat.

"Young man, relax, it's just self-defense. By the way, I asked you to go to Mr. Ink's club to practice shooting. Are you insisting on going?"

A smile appeared on Dad's face.

The frightened Jenkins followed his father along the road towards the dock area, and then as expected, they got into an alley. Ten minutes later, the two came to a dilapidated bungalow.

A young man wearing only a short shirt and dressed as a gangster squatted in front of the door looking at the ants in boredom. He raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

"Dad Oliver, are you a little late this time?"

"The young apprentice was delayed a bit."

The father greeted him skillfully, while the janitor carefully took note of Jenkins' face.

"Let's go in. Many old customers have already gone around."

Section 34 Chapter 33 Gang fight?

Dad pulled Jenkins inside and explained to him in a low voice: "The Kingdom of Fidicli usually imposes very high taxes on antiques imported and exported, so some fishermen or big ship owners will also take on some smuggling business. This kind of stuff usually doesn't come to the market directly, but is handled by those of us in the 'industry' first."

He whispered:

"These people are not gangs, they are just a fixed smuggling team. They call themselves the [Sea Skeleton and Snake Federation], but they are actually made up of a group of dock workers, fishing boat owners and local antique dealers. The one who was guarding the door just now is Little Jimmy, who is famous in the slums, is actually a pickpocket. Just don’t say anything and just follow me. This time I just want to let you know.”

"But, this is illegal..."

Jenkins hesitated to speak.

"Of course, but where there is light, there are shadows. You are twenty years old too, don't you still believe that everything is black and white?"

"Of course I know that."

Jenkins pretended to be enlightened, but he was talking to himself in his heart. He used to be just an unlearned and unlearned playboy. It would be strange if he accepted the things here so easily.

This is a warehouse composed of three bungalows connected and all furniture and pipes removed. In addition to the guards and the person in charge, there are five or six sellers inside.

According to the introduction of the old man, in addition to the colleagues in the antique shop, there is also a history professor at the local university.

Following behind the old man, looking at the bottles and jars or metal utensils on the ground, Jenkins quietly raised his hand and pressed it to his temple.

After a quick scan, in the field of vision of the [Eye of Truth], the only thing glowing in the warehouse was the light strip in front of the old man and Jenkins.

"I said how could I be so lucky."

But this also means that there should be no accidents on this trip, so Jenkins followed the old man honestly and watched him bargain with the seller.

Half an hour later, there were only two buyers left in the warehouse. The old man, who hadn't bought anything, took Jenkins to the small door on the other side of the warehouse. The middle-aged man in a black hat nodded to the old man, and the two walked out of the warehouse through the small door.

It was another ten minutes of quiet journey. Jenkins didn't say a word as the old man asked. They finally stopped in front of a shabby building with steam pipes almost all over the outer wall.

Pushing open the door, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard was lying on a tattered sofa, squinting his eyes and smoking low-quality tobacco. Jenkins tried hard to hold his breath.

"Dad Oliver? How did you find this place?"

The middle-aged man got up unexpectedly, shook his wrist, extinguished the match, and then exhaled a puff of light yellow smoke from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you smoking?"

The old man covered his nose and frowned, "Brown, isn't there a batch of goods at the dock? Don't fool me with those fake things in front, Dad is not that old yet. This time I am here with my new apprentice to learn more, don't try to embarrass Dad!"

"This is a good thing, one pound can only be exchanged for five silks."

Brown shook the thing in his hand proudly, and then pointed to the sofa.

"Well, since Dad has accepted a new apprentice, I will take out the "good stuff". You sit first, I will be back soon."

After saying that, he walked straight around the two people and walked out of the door, leaving only an empty room and a broken sofa.

"This is a real gangster. It is said that he is the boss of a great noble in Nolan City. Whether it is the antique business or the church's duties, only in the hands of such people can you find what you need. People in our business will often deal with such people."

The old man explained to Jenkins meaningfully, and Jenkins was still surprised at the old man's current performance.

Sure enough, none of the antique sellers are normal businessmen.

Jenkins was waiting here with his father while wondering if the "new stuff" his father mentioned was the smuggled goods that Miss Bailing mentioned at the party.

It had been a long time, and his father didn't seem to be interested in continuing the conversation. Jenkins tapped his temple out of boredom, and was surprised to find a dim golden light emanating from the corner of the wall.

Compared with the badge he saw at the head of the bed in the ward a few days ago, the gold at this time was like rust on gold.

"What could it be?"

Jenkins thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud, after all, he had no reason to know that there was something underground.

"Is that Mr. Brown an ordinary person? Or an unregistered gift giver? Damn, I have to develop the habit of regularly checking the identities of strangers I meet in the future."

He thought without limit, and suddenly came up with the idea of ​​wearing that black robe at night and stealing the things in the corner.

"You're crazy!"

He thought his idea was funny again. Let's not talk about whether he had the ability of a thief. You have to know that he is a positive person with a decent job. It's not a smart thing to steal because of greed, and then lose everything if you're not careful.

"What's there has nothing to do with me."

Nodding secretly for his own conduct, Jenkins moved his eyes away from the corner with satisfaction, and then unexpectedly found three clusters of light spots outside the room again.

Jenkins was able to see through the aura in the state of [True Eye], which he discovered when he first met Binxi and was interrogated. He also tested it in daily life, and then found that the range of perspective was related to the strength of the aura and the thickness of the barrier. It's a pity that the strength of the aura cannot be quantified, otherwise Jenkins would be able to derive a specific relationship.

What's more regrettable is that perspective can only see the aura.

"Blesser?"

Jenkins was startled, and then found that the three clusters of light spots were getting bigger and bigger-they were moving quickly towards here.

"Be careful!"

Dad actually issued a warning earlier than Jenkins. He was originally in a state of resting his eyes, but suddenly opened his eyes, and his old hand wiped the pistol from his waist.

"Something is wrong."

He stood up and faced the door with a gun in his hand, and warned in a low voice.

Jenkins also stood up, and heard a slight crackling sound from outside, and the three light spots in his vision were entangled together, and from time to time one of them would shine brightly.

Dad took out a bullet from his pocket without saying a word and threw it to Jenkins:

"Stay here and don't move. Put this in the gun, this is a sanctified bullet, which has extra lethality against non-believers of the true god."

After saying that, he rushed out of the room neatly. Jenkins only had time to see a pool of black bugs emerge from the shadow under Mr. Brown's feet and swarm towards the other two strange men.

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Section 35 Chapter 34 His body exploded!

"Is your luck so bad?"

Jenkins stood against the wall and "saw" the light spot representing his father also joined the battlefield. There was a continuous sound of bullets/bullets going off, but it seemed like there was more than just a gun.

The perspective effect of [Eye of Truth] is very weak on the three types of permanent extraordinary items. Through the wall of his bedroom, Jenkins can no longer see [Mr. Hunter's fruit plate]. As for the blue feather, it is covered by the towel. Wrapping it up can completely block the aura. But at this moment, he could clearly see a dim golden statue luminous object moving with him under the light spot representing Mr. Brown.

"I can probably guess what's going on, but if that's the case, that's really unlucky..."

An even more unfortunate thing happened soon. Jenkins originally thought that hiding himself would be enough. He fully trusted his father - his father had the most points of light. But after another sound similar to an explosion, a man broke through the door and flew in.

He rolled awkwardly on the ground a few times and stopped after hitting the wall.

Raising his head, the two looked at each other.

Bang~

With white smoke coming out of the muzzle and his heart beating violently, Jenkins exhaled and put down the pistol.

"Feel sorry."

He said to the dead body, which still had a surprised expression on its face, and red and white stuff was flowing out of the small hole on its forehead.

"At least my marksmanship is pretty good."

Jenkins tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart about the fact of killing, and looked at the body in a blink of an eye. The light spots representing abilities were gradually extinguishing, and there was a very dim yellow light in the pocket of his jacket.

"The color is so weak? Is it a temporary item strengthened through a ritual, a spell or a weapon?"

He guessed, but didn't waste time searching the body. After confirming again and again that the man's light spot was completely extinguished, Jenkins swallowed and rushed out with a gun.

Outside the door, Mr. Brown was lying on the ground like a tattered bag, and the light spots were disappearing. Dad was entangled in the threads coming out of the stranger's body, and his movements at this moment were as stiff as a puppet.

That's why Jenkins rushed out to help.

Bang!

Jenkins pulled the trigger again, this time firing that particular bullet. The stranger was unable to dodge and was hit by a bullet in his right arm, but the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Be careful, he is a member of the [Light Chaser Club]!"

The [Light Chasers Club] is a real "illegal association." Jenkins heard his father mention it. They are a group of gifters who believe that "human beings can become light" to avoid the coming "catastrophe that will end the world." The reason why it is illegal is not only because all its members are unregistered Gifters, but also because they believe in a cruel evil god.

"Where's Ronnie?"

The stranger grinned and showed a terrifying smile to Jenkins.

"died."

Jenkins replied expressionlessly, keeping moving his hands, reloading the bullet and firing it again.

He intended to hit the heart, but instead hit the head. The man was still not dead, but turned his head to look at Jenkins with interest.

"That loser is dead? Great!"

His line wrapped around Dad, but the same Dad restrained his movements, and Jenkins wasn't worried about being punched to death.

"May the [Sage of Inheritance] bless you and let your light illuminate the path forward for mankind."