The Master of the Strange Realm

"So, that face..."

Jenkins could only ask proactively.

"Be patient, patience is also a very valuable quality."

Dad was sure that Jenkins would not be able to help but ask, so he smiled when he taught him a lesson:

"After comparison, the restored face is that of Shelley Howell, a thief who has been missing for almost 30 years. This is a thief who roamed the continent in an era before you were born."

Chapter 359 Chapter 354 Trees and Elves

"Shelley Howell himself is a believer of the false god-[Five-Handed Stalker]. This is not an evil god, but his believer is addicted to stealing. In those years, Howell made several things Major cases, these cases almost covered the entire continent, but then he disappeared without any sign. The church once suspected that he was killed by his enemies for revenge, but there was no evidence. He did not expect to die in the end. We are here."

While telling the legendary story of the thief Howell, Dad sighed at the passage of time. But finally I remembered the reason why I told Jenkins about this:

"The coroner's examination of Howell's death has not yet been completed, and we have no way of knowing through divination who killed him, or why he lived as he did. But what is certain is that this man and the dozens of missing items There is sufficient evidence to prove that those items were stolen by him, and these items were certainly not hidden in the opera troupe’s luggage.”

Jenkins nodded in surprise, indicating that he fully understood what his father said:

"The body of a thief who has been missing for decades is found in the sewer. This is indeed very shocking news. Could it be that the person who killed him was also after that batch of items?"

"I can't answer this, but I think the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe will never be able to leave Nolan."

What Dad said makes sense. In order to track down the stolen goods of the thief Howell, the Orthodox Church will definitely ask the people who know him best about his experiences over the years. The people of Eldron may still be waiting for the opera troupe to visit, but the church will never let them leave Nolan for at least a year. This is also to protect their safety.

"Eldron? Oh, I have to check my account again recently."

With this thought in mind, he began his quiet and peaceful day as an apprentice.

Last month, Mr. Bellini spoke with Jenkins at length about the lessons he would need to learn as a new gifter. Among the five courses of fighting, firearms, astronomy, arithmetic and etiquette, astronomy is taught by Miss Audrey, while Dad is in charge of arithmetic and firearms courses.

But he believed that Jenkins' arithmetic did not need to be taught at all, and firearms had already begun training in the Mr. Ink Club. After lunch and briefly asking Jenkins some questions, Dad became even more convinced that extra teaching is a waste of time.

"So, the arithmetic and firearms courses are nominally taught by me, but in fact we still study rituals and symbolism as usual. Is there any problem?"

he asked casually.

"No problem, sir!"

Jenkins replied.

"Very well, your progress is a little behind. My original plan was to at least proceed to the content of the Seven Star Ceremony Array before the start of November. This will help us better explore the field of mysticism. Now, please answer me "What are the seven basic elements corresponding to the seven stars in the traditional sense in the old days? If your answer still includes elements such as earth, wind, water, fire, earth, and air, then the weekend tasks will be heavier."

Regardless of whether Jenkins could answer his father's question, at the same time, at the ruins of the Bonton Winery, Miss Bevanna raised her head and looked up at the scary towering tree.

The forest is not covered by constant falling snow, and the temperature here maintains an optimal range. The snow had long since turned into water, absorbed by the rich root system buried deep in the soil.

An equally young woman came with Miss Bevanna. She wore a white scholar's robe, with a starry sky in the middle of her chest.

"It's really amazing."

The woman praised softly, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the tree trunk nearby. Faint green light spots emerged from the tree trunk and were absorbed by the woman.

"What exactly happened here? Did those cultists who believe in the [Immortal Lord] suddenly change their minds and switch to the [Spirit of All Things]?"

"It's still impossible to divine. It's not just the reason for the energy riot. The whole thing seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist, blocking some of the most critical things."

Miss Bevanna said, looking up at the crown of the giant tree, the lush branches and leaves rustling in the wind. The sparrows who are lucky enough to have discovered this place are ready to settle here, and those less intelligent creatures are more likely to be attracted to this kind of location.

"Like everything else related to the New Gods."

The woman from the [Starry Sky and Balance] Church added that she is Carter Frieda, the local demigod-level benefactor of the church, and has the same status as Miss Bevanna. What happened in the city involved too many people, so two level 8 benefactors came here to investigate the situation.

"The explosion of the spirit of life can indeed give birth to plants, but this tree is not naturally formed."

The starry sky believer squinted his eyes and concluded, "The special trees I know do not seem to include this variety."

"I couldn't identify what kind of tree it was either."

Miss Bevanna also admitted.

The two women took a deep breath together. Their strong perception made them clearly feel that the spirit of life in the air simply entered their lungs and then spread throughout their bodies. This is unimaginable anywhere else.

"There is another possibility..."

Miss Befanna reminded.

"I know, but how could the World Tree appear here? The World Tree and the elves have left with the great Ninth Lord. Do the long ears want to return to this world?"

Miss Frieda felt more and more absurd, but when talking about the Lord, her tone was still very respectful.

"It may not be the trunk of the World Tree. Don't forget that there are many branches scattered outside. Moreover, the great Lord of Flowers, the guardian of the World Tree, the favored one of the spirit of life, the elven royal family Lachino, may still have a thin bloodline in this world."

Miss Befanna continued to guess.

"That family has no male descendants, right? And they have almost no elven blood. That was how many epochs ago? If I hadn't studied in the Frozen Tower for a period of time when I was young, I wouldn't even know that there was such a history."

"That's right."

Miss Befanna nodded and reached out to catch the leaves falling from the sky.

"This incident is classified as a fight between the believers of the new god and the believers of the [Undead Lord], which caused a hazard level 2-5 incident. Next, arrange personnel to track down the wanted cultists and step up contact with the believers of the new god."

"That's great. As for this area, everyone will divide it equally, and the starry sky will take 2 parts."

"Books will take 2 parts. It just so happens that there are new people in the church and they haven't completed the ceremony yet."

Chapter 360 Chapter 355 Psychic Game

Miss Frieda didn't ask what "that ceremony" was. She stepped on the green leaves and tender grass, sighing as she walked towards the vibrant forest with Miss Befanna.

There is a clear boundary between the forest and the outside world. The snow and the grassland do not interfere with each other with the valley as the boundary. It is really a wonder.

"The Middleton family will be extinct, and another ancient family will disappear forever. I think the blood of the elf priest will never appear in humans again."

This is what she lamented.

"Not only that, from a secular point of view, the disappearance of the orthodox royal family of Fidictelli may not cause any trouble. The king has decided to give the throne to that lucky foreigner."

At this point, Miss Bevanna paused obviously:

"Maybe there are illegitimate children in the royal family who are wandering outside."

"At least this generation and the previous generation do not have this. This can be confirmed from the turmoil 12 years ago."

Miss Bevanna nodded and stopped discussing this topic further. She remembered a conversation two months ago. The protagonists of the conversation were Bishop Palod and Robert William, and the cause of the conversation was that Jenkins asked the church to help investigate the reason why the William family became rich.

The result has been found out long ago, but Robert insisted on not telling his children after learning the truth.

"Only a wise man can come up with such an interesting script, this is really..."

She smiled and shook her head, waiting for fate to arrange the roles for the protagonists on the stage.

(Chocolate is sleeping...)

Although Jenkins was tired from studying and working in the antique shop, he still did not forget tonight, and promised Miss Michael to participate in the psychic game.

When Dad heard Jenkins talk about this, his eyes were a little strange. He also specifically asked if Hesha would go with him, and according to Miss Michael, Hathaway strongly opposed her to participate in such activities again, so she didn't know about this at all.

Hearing this, Dad looked at Jenkins with even stranger eyes. It felt like observing some rare animals.

Although it was just last week, due to the constant repetition of the 31st, when recalling it, it always felt like half a month had passed. When holding Chocolate and boarding the carriage waiting at the door of the antique shop, Miss Michael's beautiful face always made him feel like he had returned to peace.

After all, this is the only ordinary person who is not a gifter among his very few friends.

Chocolate naturally accompanied them. Perhaps the cat was too young when they adopted it, and they didn't know how to take care of cats at that time. The relationship between the two was a little too close, so Chocolate developed his clingy personality now.

Although Jenkins didn't hate this.

"Long time no see, your clothes today are really beautiful."

Even in the early winter season, Miss Michael still wore a skirt. But such a skirt is deliberately thickened, and you can see how thick the skirt with blue lace is with the naked eye.

She was also wearing a long windbreaker for warmth, with a tweed coat and a white embroidered sweater inside, and you could vaguely see the fashionable collar of the shirt inside from the unbuttoned collar.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Miss Michael said with a smile, no lady would hate such words.

And such words were taught to him little by little by Hathaway in the constant interaction with Jenkins.

They didn't have dinner, because there would be a special evening to entertain everyone before the game started later. In the carriage, Miss Michael also briefly introduced what happened today.

In fact, the organizer of the game was not her, but a friend of hers whose last name was Lindsay.

"Lindsay? This is not a common surname. The only Lindsay I know is Mr. Speaker of the House of Lords."

"Yes, Laura Lindsay is the third granddaughter of Mr. Speaker. Although her father is just an inconspicuous viscount, Laura is deeply loved by Duke Lindsay."

In the eyes of true nobles like Miss Michael, the title of viscount is just "inconspicuous", especially for those nobles who have no value and can only rely on the title.

Miss Laura Lindsay's Ouija board was bought in a second-hand store after being introduced by Miss Michael. In fact, many of their friends have bought the same items there.

Later, Miss Lindsay organized this psychic game, not knowing whether she was bored or just curious about this aspect. Miss Michael was naturally invited as a good friend, and Jenkins was the male companion.

In the parties and salons held by unmarried ladies, male companions are as important as beautiful jewelry.

This is not just childish comparison, but sometimes involves more complicated issues.

All of the above knowledge was learned by Jenkins when he was reading court novels recently. When he thought of this, he felt that the church was absolutely right to set the course of noble etiquette as a compulsory course for the first batch.

"It seems that I should go to the bishop earlier to ask when the class will start."

Because he had just finished work, Jenkins was still wearing his very stain-resistant black clothes.

He explained his request to go home and change clothes before going, but Miss Michael just smiled and said to Jenkins:

"It doesn't matter. The game venue this time will be very special. We don't need complicated clothes, just casual clothes. I have to say that Mr. William's clothes really make you look younger."

Jenkins stopped talking immediately, fearing that she would see that the so-called "young" was true.

Due to the heavy snow yesterday, the whole city was covered with silver. But it was only November after all, and this was the coastal city of Nolan, not the city of Loon in the far north. In the evening, there were some signs of melting snow.

Looking at the snow outside, Jenkins took the initiative to bring up a new topic, which was the great writer's new book "Frozen".

He had a new idea. Since the advent ceremony was two-way, he could go to Loen to directly observe the appearance of the ice and snow kingdom.

And the book was actually completed. It was only waiting for Jenkins to fix the details before it could be given to the publisher. This was also the last big income he planned for this year.

Vegetables were very expensive in winter, and it was very difficult to eat some meat in this season. Although at the end of autumn, Jenkins stored a large number of vegetables that were easy to preserve for a long time at home according to Mary William's instructions, he really didn't want to spend the whole winter eating vegetables.

In the past few months, he has fully experienced the inconvenience of this era, but it was not until recently that he realized that winter food was the most unbearable thing.

Chapter 361 Chapter 356 The misfortune of Augustus's family

Jenkins has fully experienced the inconvenience of this era. For example, according to people's custom, a whole roast goose is the most important meal on the New Year's Eve table. But in fact, there are very few families who can do this.

Not to mention, the price of live geese in this season is enough to scare off a large number of middle-class people. Even if they are rich, they must join an organization called the Goose Club and pay a full year's membership fee before they can get a goose at the end of the year.

Yes, it's just possible.

These things sound ridiculous, but they are the norm of this era. Jenkins has already thought about it. If he can't get good food on New Year's Eve, he will go to the church and spend it with the bishop. There must be geese there.

It's not that he doesn't want to go home, but an adult man like him who has moved out usually won't go home at that time.

Miss Michael listened attentively to Jenkins's description of the general content of the new book. Although many syllables in the doubtful words sounded like "goose", she was attracted by the content of the story and would not interrupt easily.

This story completely meets Miss Michael's preferences, palace secrets, magical ice and snow magic, pure and flawless feelings between sisters, and the strong Princess Elsa... Although this is just a coincidence, all the elements of this book are accurate and fit her requirements.

"Please don't go on."

Miss Michael reached out to interrupt Jenkins just after she had told half of the story.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, opening her beautiful green eyes and looking at the man sitting opposite:

"Mr. William, I'm sorry, you don't have to go on. I thought this would be another warm fairy tale, but I didn't expect it to be so... Sorry, I can't find an adjective. It's great! I will slowly savor the story after your new book is released, so please don't go on."

"Oh, yes, I shouldn't reveal the content of the story in advance."

He smiled apologetically, "I don't think I have to wait much longer, the story is basically finished, and it will be published around the end of the year."

"That's great. I hope the new book will be as popular as "The Stranger's Tales". I wonder if Mr. William has read the recent newspapers? Your story collection has been very popular and highly praised throughout the continent."

"I haven't read the newspapers, but there are many letters from readers. To be honest, I made a mistake in buying firewood last month. These letters are enough for me to get through the winter."

"What a humorous statement, but don't I need to collect those letters? These are all..."