The Master of the Strange Realm

"No, no, no, some letters are indeed worth collecting, but most of them are meaningless, and reading them once is enough."

Hearing Jenkins say this, Miss Michael remembered the content of the letter that this dull man told everyone at a dance party one night.

In order to maintain the perfect image of a lady, she had to raise her hand to cover her mouth before she dared to chuckle.

Looking at the man's puzzled expression, she had to doubt whether the romance between William and Hesha that she had guessed really existed. After all, this man didn't look like the kind of playboy who would actively pursue ladies.

"Where are we going?"

He lifted the curtain of the carriage with his fingers and saw that they were gradually moving away from the city.

"A manor in the suburbs, the owner there can treat us to dinner, but the game is not there, we have to walk for a while after leaving the manor."

"Manor..."

In the distance, the shadow of the building can be seen. Jenkins is very familiar with this road. He has been here and encountered some accidents when he returned to the city from this road.

"Is this Viscount Augustus's manor?"

"Huh? You actually know Viscount Augustus?"

The manor, which originally seemed deserted, finally showed some popularity after the efforts of the old housekeeper and servants for half a month.

Servants had long been waiting for the arrival of guests outside the manor and led them to the restaurant of the manor.

The organizer of the game was Miss Lindsay, but the owner of the manor was Mr. Augustus. Although it was unknown why he agreed to entertain this group of young people here, the Viscount seemed to be in a good mood.

He saw Jenkins at a glance, and took the initiative to come over when everyone was talking in groups of four or five indoors. At this time, the two were in the snow, and the Viscount was wearing a thick cotton coat.

Jenkins showed an apologetic expression to Miss Michael. The woman smiled gently, nodded to Viscount Augustus, and walked into the house.

"Long time no see, you look good today."

Jenkins greeted first.

The Viscount's complexion was indeed much better than last month. Although it was still sallow, it was finally a little lively. But even though he praised him, Jenkins felt that the Viscount's health might not recover so quickly.

"Hello, Baron Williamette."

He also greeted Jenkins very kindly, but they just exchanged a few words before parting ways. After all, this kind of weather was not suitable for talking outside. The Viscount would also attend the dinner later. He told Jenkins that their "adventure" later was really bold.

But when Jenkins asked where the game was, the Viscount said that it was Miss Lindsay's secret and he couldn't tell it before it started.

Jenkins looked back at the viscount's back and said to the butler standing beside him:

"Is Viscount Augustus worried about something? I noticed that although he looked good, he was frowning just now."

"Oh, Mr. Baron, this is not a secret. You probably didn't read the recent newspaper carefully. The family cemetery was stolen. The tomb of the viscount's 7th generation ancestor was dug up, and the bones and burial objects of poor Earl Abbot J. Augustus were stolen by the thieves. This is really terrible. Who would want to desecrate the bones!"

The old man closed his eyes pitifully and drew the holy emblem on his chest. Probably because there were guests, he didn't grit his teeth and insult the thieves.

Jenkins thought of more things. After the [Life Sharing Alliance] arrived in Nolan, for experiments and rituals, it purchased corpses from many channels. Maybe those corpses that were completely buried underground during the growth of plants were Augustus' ancestors.

When collecting information on the bottom floor of the wine cellar, I seemed to have caught a glimpse of the surname "Augustus", but I was in a hurry and didn't read it carefully.

Chapter 362 Chapter 357 Abandoned Cemetery

Things about the burial of corpses are not suitable for discussion in this occasion. Jenkins kept this in mind and walked into the restaurant.

The Augustus family in the past must have been very grand. The area of ​​the restaurant and the slightly old gold ornaments and tableware all showed how glorious the family was in the past.

Jenkins found that, just as Miss Michael said, the girls participating in the event all brought a male companion. And when young men and women get together, it is inevitable to show off to each other.

But surprisingly, most people seem to know who Jenkins is through his face. Although he also participated in everyone's conversation at the dinner, those offensive sentences or temptations all tacitly avoided Jenkins.

The only thing that intersected with him was the rich food in front of him. This is a city by the sea, so he saw the fish with eyes open sticking out of the thick soup again.

He looked at his female companion in confusion, wondering why everyone deliberately kept the confrontation away from him, but the latter just gave him a gentle and feminine smile.

Ms. Michael's friends are mostly descendants of nobles. The origins of male companions are very complicated, and the only thing they have in common is whether they are very good-looking.

Jenkins talked to several of them, including young nobles, the son of a marquis with low inheritance rights, a young teacher at the Academy of Arts, and a violinist.

While he was touching the chocolate and eating, he also maliciously guessed how many of the men here would become "lover reserves" in the future.

But then I thought that I was also one of the invited male companions, so I stopped thinking about this issue.

The ladies all loved Jenkins' cat, but Chocolate remained aloof and refused to be petted.

So they asked Jenkins to talk about what it was like to raise a cat. Seeing Jenkins talking and laughing with other ladies, Miss Michael seemed a little unhappy. It was very rare for Jenkins to understand such emotions, so he maintained his aloof image and was unwilling to speak, just sitting there interacting with the cat and Miss Michael.

After dinner, Viscount Augustus took a glass of wine and said a few words of safety to everyone. Everyone stood up and thanked the Viscount for the hospitality, and then left the manor together.

"Where exactly are we going?"

Jenkins was still puzzled by this, but Miss Michael just smiled and didn't answer.

There were 8 men and 8 women in this group, but walking in the suburbs at night did not seem scary. After all, there were three times their number of servants carrying kerosene lamps and driving carriages along the side. It was more like an outing than an adventure.

Jenkins walked beside Miss Michael, cane in hand. Her skirt was not a good choice in this kind of terrain, but it was good that she wore flat soles instead of high heels.

After thinking tangledly for a long time, Jenkins slowed down and walked to her side, bending his arm for her to support.

The woman glanced at him hesitantly, and then took her arm generously.

This is the performance of Miss Michael in Jenkins's eyes. If Hathaway is next to him now, then a lecture on proper etiquette is indispensable.

The road was not difficult to walk, but it was covered with snow and required servants to explore in front. The night wind in the suburbs was more biting than in the city, and everyone walked with their necks hunched. It seems that, like Jenkins, most people don't know their destination, but Miss Lindsay says it's the mystery that's most interesting.

After walking for about half an hour, everyone finally saw the point.

"Is this here?"

Jenkins gulped.

"Yes."

Miss Michael nodded firmly.

"Ha~"

He really couldn't understand what kind of courage it took for these bored young people to go to the cemetery with a Ouija board to play Ouija games on a winter night.

What was in front of him was an abandoned cemetery, and a big hole appeared on the roof of the gravekeeper's hut. But the fence surrounding the cemetery still survived, allowing Jenkins to identify where it was.

Because it is a wilderness that few people set foot on, the entire pastoral cemetery is covered with snow.

Jenkins couldn't tell where the tombs were based on the terrain, but this kind of place was definitely not a place where psychic rituals could be held casually.

There were also commotions among the people who came together, and not everyone knew the location in advance like Miss Mihail.

In a world with a strong religious atmosphere, young people, no matter how courageous they are, must carefully consider the possible consequences before taking risks. Desecrating a corpse is an extremely serious crime.

Perhaps sensing everyone's hesitation, Miss Lindsay called the servant to lift the kerosene lamp, and then said to everyone:

"Please rest assured that this public cemetery was abandoned twenty years ago. At that time, all the remains and coffins here were sent to the newly opened cemetery for reburial. And this process was led by the great death and death. The church will supervise the whole process now, although it looks scary, but in fact there is nothing underground!”

Jenkins pouted, even so, coming here to play psychic games in the middle of the night is definitely not the right choice.

He looked around, surrounded by vast expanses of wilderness. I heard that there was originally a village here, but then the village disappeared and only this cemetery remained. Because there is really no population, only corpses that have no money to bury will be transported here, so after rigorous discussions, this cemetery has come to an end.

Servants were not the only ones following, guards and bodyguards were among them. There were three other benefactors, namely Miss Lindsay, Miss Michael and another bodyguard named Megan. This discovery made Jenkins relax a little.

"It's not necessarily that something will really happen."

He thought mockingly to himself, thinking that he had encountered too many incidents recently, so he always thought that something would happen. This was a sign of mental illness.

He was well prepared for going out this time, with the spiritual striking cane in his hand, the pistol at his waist, the bullets he had consecrated, and the charms near the chocolate. Ordinary evil spirits should be able to be dealt with.

It was now close to eight o'clock in the evening, and there were still four hours left before the appointment with Miss Miller. He hoped that the games here would end soon. Although participating in such activities did make some friends and broaden his horizons, Jenkins still missed his fireplace.

Because it was winter, there were no weeds growing wildly. After the servants made sure that the tombkeeper's hut was safe, they cleaned it a little and lit candles, and then a dozen young people walked in one after another.

The twin moons are secretly hidden behind the dark clouds.

Chapter 363 Chapter 358 The First Channeling

The ground under the snow is full of potholes, so be very careful when walking. Jenkins was not afraid, he was as nimble as a cat in his arms, and Miss Michael moved her body's center of gravity slightly towards Jenkins.

The woman's golden hair peeked out from the lace pattern on the edge of the velvet hat and swept towards Jenkins' face. He felt it and thought it was more comfortable when the chocolate tail swept back and forth on his face.

The night wind was slightly cold, and there were a few dead trees growing unexpectedly in the cemetery. The charred branches looked like strange hands with teeth and claws. All this adds a bit of a weird atmosphere to the cemetery.

An unknown aristocratic girl was walking behind. She did not support her male companion. Instead, she grabbed Jenkins' left arm holding the cane with her hand.

He looked back and saw the pretty girl smiled apologetically.

He shrugged and said nothing.

Miss Lindsay must have been prepared in advance, because there was actually no dust in the stone house with a hole in the roof.

The servants moved the chairs and small tables leaning against the wall to the center with ease, and someone lit the stove in the room.

There was no room for so many people here, so after everything was cleaned up, apart from the young people who came to participate in the game, there were only three maids standing by the wall who were still here to take care of the fire.

Jenkins took a glance and saw that the three benefactors were not far outside the house... In his peripheral vision, he seemed to catch a spell item with a dazzling yellow aura.

The bright yellow color was very close to Jenkins, and he was startled, thinking that there were precious items left behind by his predecessors in the house. But when he looked again, he discovered that the aura came from the inside of the package that Miss Lindsay was holding.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing that he might encounter some trouble tonight.

"Isn't your Ouija board used today?"

He asked softly to the sitting blonde woman.

When the women sat down just now, Jenkins thought that the chairs would be very cold in this weather, and the careless servant forgot to bring cushions. So he rubbed his hand on Miss Michael's chair a few times, which was actually warming it with the flame for a few seconds.

As a result of this action, the woman has not spoken to Jenkins until now.

He suspected that he had accidentally touched a social taboo.

Miss Mihail's face, illuminated by the firelight, turned a little red. This was because of the light.

“Laura brought it.”

"Did you buy that Ouija board at the old store you mentioned?"

"Yes."

The corner of his mouth trembled. He originally thought that the Ouija board he was going to use was Miss Mihail's. It seems that I should find time to visit that store recently.

The Ouija board that Miss Lindsay took out looked exactly the same as the one that Miss Mihail asked her father to identify. But whether it's a Ouija board, a small statue or a drop-shaped dart board, the aura is extremely strong.

Since Dad didn't pass Miss Michael's one, I thought of similar numbered items. So this Ouija Board is probably an item that was created recently and has not yet been discovered by the Orthodox Church.

Since it was not a monster, Jenkins inevitably had the idea of ​​possessing it.

"Dear friends!"

Miss Lindsay had begun to speak, and the young people looked at her.

"Thank you all so much for coming to the game so late. We are all pioneers in the pursuit of mystery and the unknown. Channeling, divination or prophecy are all things we are happy to try. In..."

She was delivering something similar to a speech there, and Jenkins listened indifferently while wondering when this group of people would overturn.

He has decided to tell Hathaway about this and ask her to warn Miss Michael not to associate with this group of people again.

In the conversation, Jenkins also knew that they had done some crazier things, and that Miss Mihail had only recently joined, and this was the first time she and this group of people had been out. This group of young people have been testing the edge of danger for many years, and maybe they will all fall off next time.

The Ouija board is not big, so there are only eight ladies participating in the Ouija game. The men either sit aside or lean on the wall to watch them. Anyway, soon there were only eight women left at the round table.

"Hey, Mr. Willamette, do you also believe in the great sage?"

The man standing with Jenkins asked. From the introduction at dinner, he learned that he was a pianist, and a very famous one. Old William once took his whole family to his concerts. The man also came with a woman, but he didn't seem interested in this kind of activity.

"Of course."

As he spoke, he drew the goddess's holy symbol on his chest. In fact, they were observing the round table. Miss Lindsay was telling them some taboos. For example, they were not allowed to leave their fingers off the bamboo board before the invited guests were sent away.

Jenkins knew nothing about psychic abilities, nor did he know how the Ouija board in their hands worked. But since he is not a gifter, then just playing casually shouldn't cause too much danger, right?

"I am also a believer in the sage!"

Mr. Kevin, the pianist next to Jenkins, was still talking.

"Oh? I thought a musician like you would choose [Wonderful Movement] as his belief."

"Actually, the sage's priesthood also has music-related parts."

He explained it this way.