The Master of the Strange Realm

he asked, rubbing his nose.

"Isn't that what you are?"

She replied.

There was no need to walk when we went back, everyone got on the carriage.

I don’t know how the vehicles were allocated, but when Jenkins got on the bus, he discovered that the five people in the car were all women except him.

Miss Michael sat next to him, happy that her plan went smoothly. The first purpose of inviting Jenkins this time was not to experience the psychic game.

Although she felt that it was rude to introduce the girl to Mr. Williams like this, but thinking of Hathaway's shy face, the woman strengthened her idea.

"In front of love, there is no right or wrong!"

But she didn't notice that not all the girls in the carriage came here for Jenkins' face.

The path was a bit bumpy, and the wheels would hit some rocks and the like from time to time. Whenever this happens, the people in the car will always shake a few times unable to maintain their balance.

Jenkins was tired as he dealt with the scratches from the women around him. Their sense of balance was so poor that they almost seemed to pounce on him on purpose.

In such a small space, everyone's body and arms can easily come into contact with other people's limbs. Jenkins was originally very proud that he solved a troublesome matter without much effort today, but soon his face turned red due to the frequent accidents in the carriage, and he could only lower his head and caress the lovely chocolate.

Miss Mihail looked at this funny scene, the corners of her smooth mouth slightly raised, and she couldn't help but smile. She really admired the honest, talented and kind-hearted Willemte, but sometimes he was just too...cute.

Miss Lindsay sat directly opposite Jenkins, touching his chest from time to time. She did not comment on the actions of the other unreserved ladies. Her focus was not on a certain part of her lower limbs, but on the place where the golden light erupted just now, where the always small and delicate brooch was pinned.

"Excuse me, where did you buy this brooch?"

She asked anyway.

"oh?"

Jenkins, who was petting the cat on his lap, raised his head and moved closer to Miss Michael, "Is this? This is a gift from Mr. Bishop, not bought. When Bishop Parrod became a priest, his The teacher gave the brooch to him, so it is considered a very historical accessory.”

Miss Lindsay showed an expression of sudden realization. In her opinion, the items used by the bishops of the archdiocese all year round must have the effect of exorcism. The scene just now was like a common one in novels and storybooks. The evil spirit tried to harm a devout and firm believer, but was harmed by the power of the religious artifacts carried by the believer.

Jenkins sat across from him and snickered. The truth was that this brooch roughly looked like a holy emblem, and it contained extremely high silver content. When he performed magical rituals, he often used it to replace the holy symbol in order to simplify the ritual.

Often contaminated with spirits that have the same origin as divine magic, it inevitably possesses an extremely weak aura. If Jenkins can use it continuously for a hundred years, there is even a small possibility that it will become a permanently effective Class B extraordinary magical item. .

As for the evil spirit just now, although it looks ugly, it is actually not very strong. This brooch is enough to solve it.

"Mr. Willamt, do you think ghosts really exist in this world?"

Miss Lindsay asked tentatively, and upon hearing this question, Miss Mihail sighed unconsciously. She already knew what Jenkins would say.

"Of course not. I never believe that there is any extraordinary power in this world other than the great gods! Only gods are eternal, only gods are noble! Praise the sages!"

He explained softly, but the enthusiastic expression on his face almost made Miss Lindsay afraid to look directly at him.

"Only such a mortal can defeat evil spirits with his own body."

She thought to herself that at this point, she no longer doubted that Jenkins had those magical powers.

There is no scenery to see in the mountains in winter, let alone it is night, and there is only darkness outside the carriage.

The weather was not very good, dark clouds obscured the starry sky, and only two full moons were faintly visible. Only then did Jenkins remember that when tracing the origin of the gear bug, the moon had only one round in its earliest history.

He planned to ask his father, although he might not know clearly.

The women in the car started chatting, and it was obvious that several other people were still angry with Miss Lindsay and didn't pay much attention to her.

She looked out the window blankly for a while, then asked Jenkins:

"Do you think that since gods have great power, then their churches also have that power?"

Miss Mihail's eyes also became sharp.

"As long as you have pious faith, God will naturally share the glory with His lamb!"

Jenkins has spent a lot of effort to integrate into this world. He has thought about this question for a long time, so the answer comes immediately.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Miss Lindsay's voice sounded a little disappointed. She was probably also admiring the exciting and interesting supernatural powers...or she was just worried about provoking those terrible undead again.

Chapter 369 Chapter 364 Under the trestle

Jenkins planned to mention tonight's matter to his father tomorrow. The church will probably sort it out from beginning to end, completely eliminating the possibility of Jenkins’ identity being revealed.

But he was really interested in the Ouija board, and if possible, it would be good to get it in advance.

"Are you going to be a thief?"

He asked himself, thought for a while, and nodded:

"Yes, that thing is always a hidden danger in the hands of ordinary people. I just took it away before the church took it back. And I will pay..."

Thinking of this, there was no grudge in his heart, and he began to plan his actions.

But the plan ended before it started. Jenkins's home was closer than the residences of the ladies in the car. Although two beautiful girls wanted to visit Jenkins, he remembered that he would contact Miss Miller later, so he politely refused.

And he thought that there was nothing worth visiting there.

He got off the carriage, exchanged a few words with the ladies, and pretended to walk to the fence of his own house. But in fact, he quickly summoned a black robe for disguise, and then activated [Cat's Grace] to chase after it.

He spent twenty minutes following the carriage, watching the ladies return to their homes one by one. Fortunately, the carriage was very slow, otherwise he would not be able to catch up even with his ability.

And the owner of the carriage, Miss Lindsay, did not go back, but asked the servant driving the carriage to the dock area.

The other two carriages had been waiting here for a long time. Miss Lindsay refused the warm cloak handed by the maid, and looked at Dali Cage, who was tied up tightly, with some sadness.

"Why did you kill her?"

She asked.

Mr. Cage could only make a whimpering sound because his mouth was blocked.

Miss Lindsay probably didn't want to get an answer at all. She waved her hand, and two sturdy servants immediately carried Cage onto the pier and kicked him down. With this action, Miss Lindsay cried out the name of Carly Alex in the night wind.

She quickly calmed down and handed the Ouija board and the bag containing the small statues and the planchette to the servant, and it was also thrown in the same place.

Nolan City has an excellent port area, and even on the pier, the water depth is more than ten meters. A group of people stood in the cold wind for five minutes, and Miss Lindsay turned and walked into the carriage.

After a while, Mr. Cage's wet body was pulled up and put back into the bag, and a group of people drove the carriage and disappeared in the dark city.

"Even if you don't want it, you can't throw it away..."

Jenkins walked out from behind the low warehouse, looking at the ocean in the distance reflecting the cold light of the two moons. He didn't care about the love and hatred between young men and women, he just wanted the Ouija board.

Those things were under the pier, and they could be seen with the real eye. They were not washed away.

But the problem is that the temperature is below zero now, and it's still in the water...

Chocolate climbed out of Jenkins' collar, and a furry kitten climbed up the brass steam pipe on the side of the house to the roof agilely. No matter how he called, he was unwilling to come down from the top of the warehouse.

"So, this is the reason for the current dress?"

Miss Miller asked, wearing a luxurious white mink coat, sitting in a chair opposite Jenkins.

This is Jenkins' living room. He sat on the sofa surrounded by a quilt, and the blazing fire provided him with heat. Chocolate was lying on the cushion beside him, fiddling with the metal block.

"If you catch a cold, it will be bad."

He answered like this, not feeling that it was very rude to dress like this to meet a guest.

"Did the journey go well?"

He asked.

"Very well, Mr. J.W."

The woman did not call Jenkins by his name as usual, but used an abbreviation.

Jenkins certainly understood what she meant, and could only awkwardly not answer.

"So, when are you going back to Nolan?"

"Not sure, actually there are other things to do in Loen, I need to find some information in the tower, which is very troublesome. The frozen tower is not something you can enter whenever you want, that place is very troublesome."

"Do you need my help?"

"No, I think I have found a way."

The woman answered like this, looking out the window, "I just arrived in Loen today, and I met some very interesting friends, those friends should be able to help me."

She did not tell Jenkins that because of the letter delivery mission, she had already connected with the third princess of the kingdom. The current situation is still unclear. She is not sure what kind of person the princess is. Therefore, she plans to observe Dolores Elizabeth Stuart for a while before telling Jenkins the information of this pen pal.

Jenkins would not think so much. He still thinks that Miss Mary is just an innocent rich lady.

The topic of the two people soon shifted to other aspects. Because they left Nolan City in a hurry, Miss Miller still had many things to do.

She first told Jenkins what the channel for selling [Witch's Kiss] was. This is very important to Jenkins. He is in urgent need of a way to make gold pounds. Miss Miller has arranged the sales channel very well. Jenkins wrote down the details such as time and place, and he can complete the business by himself.

Miss Miller's main job is a detective. She still has some commissions in her hands that have not been completed. Of course, Jenkins does not need to do it on her behalf. To be honest, he does not have that ability. Miss Miller just entrusted Jenkins to go to a certain place to pay the commission for her. Yes, it was the ready-made clothing store that time. There is still a large space behind the dressing room.

It is similar to a commission agency, where customers leave their needs and capable detectives/killers/mercenaries entrust them.

After explaining all this, the two spent nearly three hours discussing mathematical problems. It was not until all the hands of the clock at home pointed to the top and the soft carpet was covered with papyrus with calculations on it that Miss Miller took her leave.

The two of them agreed that she would start the ceremony next time and take Jenkins to Loen for a meeting. He needed to finish the last part of Frozen and wanted to see different parts of the world.

After sending Miss Miller away, seeing that Chocolate was already too sleepy, Jenkins hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash up, then brought the quilt from the guest room, laid it out, and then got into bed in front of the fireplace.

After thinking for a while, he took out the information stolen from the underground of Bonton Winery and planned to finish this matter before going to bed. If we stay until tomorrow, we may not encounter anything.

PS: It’s amazing that agency/agent is a sensitive word.

Chapter 370 Chapter 365 The Source of the Corpse

Due to the rush on the 31st, most documents only looked at the title to determine whether they were worth taking away.

Jenkins read through the documents by the light of the fireplace and found that so many words actually only talked about two things.

The first thing came from a stack of white papers stapled together. The handwriting was rather sloppy, and you could tell it was written in a hurry.

This is the experimental record of creating the monster underground in the winery. The cultists hope to find the cause of the monster's mutation through these records, but unfortunately the final conclusion is that this is just an accident that cannot be replicated.

In order to create experimental subjects, they reluctantly selected 5 corpses from thousands of corpses, but in the end only one could contain such a huge life force.

The origin of these thousands of corpses is very complicated, and most of them were obtained illegally.

Desecrating a corpse was a serious crime in this era, so even doctors could not obtain corpses that could be dissected through legal means, which gave rise to the profession of body snatchers.

They provided corpses to medical schools, scientific madmen, and benefactors, and received gold pounds. And the source of the final corpse was them. Through the records, Jenkins saw its source——

Abbott J. Augustus.

Jenkins had heard the name just hours before. This was the ancestor of Viscount Augustus, whose tomb had only recently been discovered to have been robbed. Apart from the valuable burial objects that had been looted, not even the remains could be found.

It seems that the tomb robbers really took away everything in the tomb that could be exchanged for gold pounds.

"Is it such a coincidence? That monster is actually the ancestor of the Augustus family?"

He thought about the rumors about Augustus and the God of Death, and felt that there seemed to be something fishy about them.

The cultists also investigated the Augustus family, and they also suspected that something about the corpse itself caused the accident. But that part of the investigative report was not in Jenkins' hands, and it's not known whether it was missing underground in the wine cellar or whether it didn't exist at all.

In addition, something else that surprised Jenkins was that the tomb of Abbott J. Augustus was not far from the abandoned cemetery where the psychic games are played today.

In fact, the small village named Yuka Village was itself part of the family fiefdom hundreds of years ago when the Augustus family was still in decline. The cemetery of family members is built next to the village. There is a theory that the entire village is actually the descendant of the family gravekeepers thousands of years ago.

But in any case, the cemetery of Yucca Village and the cemetery of the Augustus family are actually a whole. The reason why we don’t see other parts today is because a landslide decades ago destroyed the part belonging to Augustus’s ancestral tomb, leaving only a few lucky ones on the edge.

Among them is the tomb of Abbott J. Augustus.

"It seems that it is necessary to visit that place again."

Jenkins thought so and put the stack of information on the sofa.

Chocolate secretly opened one eye and glanced at the information. In that black and white photo of the tombstone, it seemed to see something very interesting.

The cat closed its eyes again, almost understanding what happened.

As for the second thing, it is the "Immortal Plan" that Jenkins has been pursuing for a long time.

As expected, the purpose of this plan is to obtain the white basic ability called [Undead].

Through the rubbings of ancient books, correspondence and confidential documents in his hands, Jenkins learned that the core material of this ability learning ceremony is a very rare thing - the ashes of illegal longevity people.