The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins can't comment on the behavior, other than to say that other people's stories may be more exciting than his own.

"Because of his actions, Stepi gained the trust of non-believers and therefore gained access to some secrets. This is something we have never known. We can only say that we are lucky."

After coughing, the two walked from the corridor in front of the preaching hall to the courtyard, and then entered an empty confessional through the back door. Although it was small, it was safe.

The metal chair was the only furniture in the room, so the two men leaned against the wall. Captain Binsi raised his hand and turned the unlit gas lamp to the right. The sound of the collision of gears and the rolling of metal chains came from under his feet. With a bang, metal plates fell from the door and screen window, completely blocking the room from the outside world. isolation.

Jenkins was slightly surprised. The original owner had been coming here since he was a child, but he never knew there was such an institution.

Captain Binsi shrugged and continued: "Stipi told us that the Magic Eye Collection Association is now on the verge of splitting, but both parties are unwilling to give up the thousands of Magic Eyes that the association has collected since ancient times. He didn't know what the believers wanted to do, but he knew what the cultists were doing - summoning evil gods to come to the world."

"Oh~"

Jenkins made a sound of exclamation, "So, the purpose of their coming to Nolan is also related to this?"

"Yes, there are three people from the association who came to this city. The chief priest of Thousand Eyes is a cultist, but not the one who had entanglements with the believers of the New God. The item they are looking for is also a magic eye, and it seems to be a strange thing. Then This eye has the potential to become the core of the divine descending ceremony. This information is very important. We must not allow such a cruel evil god to come to the material world! Once it succeeds, half of the continent will be in danger."

The information obtained from Captain Binsi made Jenkins very worried. He believed that the mysterious magic eye stolen by his father was probably the target of the cultists.

But then I thought about it, the only person currently active in Nolan from the Magic Eye Collection Association is not a believer of the evil god. If he really stole something from the antique shop, it would make the Void Beholder's coming to the world even more impossible.

PS: The Chinese name that appears in this article is the protagonist of the author’s previous book, and the two of them know each other. Of course, Li Qian will never appear in this book, nor will it have any connection with the previous one. This is just a joke, and by the way, the number of words in Strange Land in this chapter exceeds the number of words in Investigator.

Another: As for whether there have been any updates recently, it’s hard to say. There are more things to do after returning home from the holidays, so I’ll try my best.

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Chapter 376 Chapter 371 News from the Knights of Justice

When you think of those cultists who give people headaches, you will unconsciously think of the suicide eyes buried in the basement. Although the thing had been completely suppressed by its real name, Jenkins still didn't want such a dangerous item in his house.

He tried to search for a way to destroy the eye, but unfortunately failed.

After leaving the church, Jenkins froze on the street for a while holding the cat, then let the chocolate retract back to his collar, put his hands into the pockets of his coat, and walked towards the bank.

The number of gold pounds in the account has risen to a surprising value. At least so far, his plan has been implemented very smoothly.

And it's possible to go overboard smoothly.

Jenkins takes time to go to the bank almost every day. As of today, he has not only recovered all the principal invested in this matter, but the money has even increased 30 times...

"Are the folk customs of today so simple?"

The return of proceeds promised in the letter was only made once, and the explosion of money in the account appears to have occurred just after that day. Judging from the records, remittances came not only from Eldron, but also from scattered remitters around that city.

Although the quantity is small and the money invested is also very small, the sum of the small amount can add up to a considerable amount.

The numbers in the account can only be seen by the owner of the account, so the girl who served tea to the disguised Jenkins thought the man with a gloomy face was in trouble.

She really wanted to care about what was bothering this handsome man, but the man left quickly.

After taking the cat for a spin around the city, the bad air made visibility in the city very low. Even the driver complained to Jenkins about this.

He paid enough tip and got out of the car at the entrance of the alley where the Pig Head Bar was located. He said hello to the bartender and came to the black market.

The middleman clown seemed to have been standing still since the last time they met, with candles burning quietly at his feet.

The temperature in the empty and dirty sewer pipes is lower than on the ground. This seems to have made the black market business a lot worse. At least Jenkins has never seen such a deserted black market.

"Is the Huntress back?"

After purchasing some cheap materials, he came to the clown, who nodded silently.

"It's not easy to meet you. If I remember correctly, the time we agreed on should be Monday this week."

Jenkins said very meanly to the woman sitting across from him.

"Things are always like this. A life that always goes smoothly is fake. But at least I completed your commission. To be honest, I may have received less commission this time."

"Are you in trouble?"

"Yes, it's a big trouble. The specific situation is in the report. I hope you don't take the initiative to provoke those believers of [Eternal Blazing Sun]. This will cause trouble for everyone."

"I know this very well."

He said with a sneer, pushed the balance to the female hunter, and picked up the bound report with his other hand.

"So, the believer of the great man is still in Nolan?"

He asked casually while reading.

In fact, he was more curious about what kind of trouble the female hunter had encountered to miss the meeting time, but he also knew that the woman opposite would never give up any opportunity to squeeze his gold pounds.

"Yes, the fatal armor has left Nolan, but there are at least five members of the Church of Justice in this city, one of whom is level seven, and I was almost discovered by him."

"That's because you are not capable enough, so don't easily accept such complicated commissions in the future. It's not good to delay other people's business."

Jenkins "kindly" advised, and the woman opposite somehow didn't open her mouth to fight back.

I have to admit that the female hunter really completed this commission very seriously. The investigation report records in detail the recent whereabouts of the Knights of the Church of Justice. The rich details even make Jenkins suspect that this is a forgery by the female hunter.

Here I want to add that according to Jenkins' understanding, among the twelve orthodox churches, the Church of All Things and Nature, the Church of the Sun and Justice, and the Church of the Earth and Harvest are recognized as the oldest beliefs.

They all came from the oldest era, and it is even suspected that they have existed since the birth of the world. Therefore, some people call the Spirit of All Things, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the Mother of the Earth the Three Original Gods, representing the special status of these three great orthodox gods.

The development history of the Church of the Sun and Justice is closely linked to the history of the nobility. The church's gifters are called "knights", which is also a name handed down from the old times.

It is said that several eras ago, "knight" was a title exclusively for the gifter believers with aristocratic status. But the power of time has changed everything. Like the other 11 churches, it is also insisting on eliminating the influence of secular forces on the church, and it has done very successfully.

Since the selection of believers of [Spirit of All Things] and [Mother Earth] is special, in fact, the number of believers of [Sun and Justice] Church ranks first in the human world.

As for why there is no Justice Church in Nolan City, which is so important, this is not a problem that Jenkins cares about.

According to the report of the female hunter, these knights of justice are now temporarily staying in the [Night and Secret] Church, going out on time at 8 o'clock every day and returning in the evening.

They always wander around the city without a purpose, and sometimes walk in the suburbs. The female hunter marked the places they often appear on the map, but these places are irregular.

Her investigation is indeed worth the price of 50 gold pounds, and daily tracking is already troublesome enough.

Soon the report turned to the last page, Jenkins still couldn't see what these people were looking for.

"Could it be that drop of divinity?"

Thinking of this, he became a little anxious. If this matter is not clarified, he will worry about being followed even when he goes out on the street.

"Is there anything else special? Anything is fine."

He asked unwillingly again.

"That's all I have. If they don't live in the church, I might be able to sneak into their residence. Of course, if you are willing to increase the commission fee to 100,000 pounds, I can consider organizing people and taking the risk of attacking the Church of Darkness and Secrets when their strength is at its weakest, and help you find what you want to know. Of course, you have to pay the full amount regardless of success or failure, and be responsible for part of the pension."

She really succeeded in making Jenkins laugh.

Chapter 377 Chapter 372 Neighbor Scandal

Jenkins found it difficult to understand whether the hunter's proposal was serious or a joke. Anyway, he had no money and didn't need to think so much.

"One hundred thousand pounds? If I had even 10,000 pounds, I would have moved out of this dangerous city long ago, damn New God believers!"

He said hatefully, feeling that he was getting more and more skilled in doing this kind of thing.

"I think that the recent events should not be entirely blamed on the New God believers. Although that group of people is really bold, at least they should not be considered absolutely bad people."

The hunter said, picking up the banknotes on the table and counting them skillfully, and a smile appeared on that ordinary face that would be forgotten after a glance.

"I like customers like you who pay directly in cash. Can you believe it? Last time, someone paid me with a blue-blood cod in a wooden box. I still keep it in the fish tank."

Blue-blood cod is a special fish that can only be found in the deep sea, most of which are one-eyed. This fish is born with a weak [Danger Premonition] extraordinary ability, which is a skill that is almost free of cost and very rare.

"Maybe you can gain its ability by eating it."

Jenkins made a joke and didn't mean to leave immediately.

"So, you think the believers of the new god are not the reason for the repeated turmoil in this city?"

"Don't try. No one who lives here knows the legend about the fate stage at the end of the era."

The woman said mockingly: "If you have any other commissions, just tell me directly. It is indeed my fault for delaying the end of the mission this time, so I can give you a 10% discount on the next commission."

"There is indeed one more thing..."

Flames leaped out of his hands and burned the stack of documents. He touched the area on his chest, not knowing whether the next entrusted decision was right or wrong. But the doubt has been in my heart for a long time, and there must be an answer.

"There is an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of Nolan, 10 miles east of the city pet management center, about..."

"Needless to say, I will not accept any commissions related to that hospital."

"Can I ask the reason?"

The woman put down her crossed left leg, put her right leg up again, and looked at Jenkins with squinted eyes:

"Because I don't want to die."

"What's there?"

"Thirty thousand pounds. After telling that answer, I will move out of this city."

"..."

Although he didn't know why Huntress thought the moving expenses were three times what Jenkins casually mentioned, he couldn't afford even half of it.

In the end, I still didn't enjoy the 10% off entrustment service, but at least I saved another amount of money.

Before leaving the black market, I wandered around without giving up, hoping that I could purchase cheap and useful items as easily as the protagonist in the story, but this once again proved that the story was just a story.

Even if reality were a book, Jenkins thinks he might not be the so-called protagonist.

Returning to the street, I took Miss Miller's pocket watch out of her pocket and realized that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

The original plan was to go home and kill the rest of the day by reading, but halfway through, I remembered that the commission from the detective agency seemed to be over.

He patted his head and reached out to play with the cat's head a few times. The latter squeezed out the head from the tight collar again like liquid, and as soon as Jenkins lowered his head, his chin could touch the top of the cat's head.

So he deliberately lowered his head and rubbed the top of Chocolate's head with his chin a few times. As a result, the irritation of the soft fur on the skin made Jenkins unbearable at first.

Compared to the deserted streets and black markets, Howard Detective Agency's business is very prosperous.

As he walked up the stairs, an old woman wearing a turban happened to be walking down. She was wearing an outdated black jacket with silver lace. He stepped back down the narrow stairs in a very gentlemanly manner, letting the woman go first. She didn't react at all, she just lowered her head with a sad look on her face.

Although he would guess what kind of story she had, Jenkins would not be so bored as to casually ask about other people's affairs.

Detective Deke Irfan, who accepted Jenkins' commission, was unfortunately not here, but the commissioned files and reports were ready.

This was just an action that the church sent Jenkins to test for safety. Even the commission was made up casually, so he felt that there was no need for the detective to report to him personally.

The typist lady brought Jenkins a cup of hot tea. He sat on the couch in Detective Irfan's reception room and untied the rope from the paper bag.

The middle-aged man's rigid handwriting described in detail the entire process of tracking the widow who lived alone. The final conclusion was that the widow did often go out at night. The reason for going out was actually to have a private meeting with a man.

"Isn't Lady Margaret 50 years old?"

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times to clear away the somewhat mentally polluting images that appeared in his mind. Continuing to scroll back, Detective Irfan guessed through investigation that Lady Margaret was pregnant.

He listed many pieces of evidence and carefully attached a list of people who might have caused the widow's pregnancy, including several famous businessmen and nobles.

It seems that this neighbor also has a very exciting life, and Jenkins accidentally peeked into other people's privacy.

He pretended to sit there patiently and read the information, then paid the balance at the front desk of the office, and politely declined the suggestion to listen to Detective Irfan's final report.

"I just want to know if my neighbor is doing anything illegal. Since Detective Irving thinks not, then I don't need to pry into other people's privacy anymore. Spending money on this matter is already boring, I don't want to I will waste my precious time again. Goodbye, beautiful lady, and thank you for the tea.”

As he said this, he turned around and left, not noticing that the lady behind him was hesitant to speak.

This time, I didn’t meet the magical lady whose real name was Agnes Howard, but Jenkins still remembered that she bought a copy of the ashes of the [Illegal Longevity Person] at Mr. Hood’s party last month.

"I hope things related to the [Immortal] will not implicate her."

Jenkins silently blessed this unfamiliar friend, but she will have to face the unknown price one day for offending the wishing tree.

After doing this, I only need to attend Mr. Pisco's funeral tomorrow. There is nothing that I have to do recently.

Thinking of Mr. Pisco, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Like the good-natured Mr. Barnard who died, he will always remember him.

PS: Yesterday I went to the cinema to watch "White Snake: The Origin". I went alone, surrounded by couples... but the movie was not bad, the graphics and characters were amazing! After a wave of Amway support for Chinese comics, the ratings are really high now.

There are rumors online that there are restricted scenes in the film, but in the end, they only touched on it briefly. I was looking forward to it... ahem.

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