The Master of the Strange Realm

"Everything has two sides, young people, be optimistic!"

He reached out and patted Jenkins on the back, and then reminded:

"However, it is best to report the pianist's matter to the church. It is dangerous for ordinary people to come into contact with secrets and must be recorded."

"I know."

The future friendship that Mr. Kevin traded out seems to have taken effect. After this incident, Jenkins did not want to be friends with him at all.

Although selling what belongs to you in order to survive does not seem to be a mistake. But thinking of Mr. Pisco buried not far away, he just didn't want to see this man again.

It would have been rude to leave now, so the two men stood together talking for a while.

The topic shifted from Jenkins' Rhett Award, to the knighthood after the award, then to the rumors among local nobles, and finally came to a matter related to Jenkins.

"I heard from students that the daughter of the Lindsay family was taken away by the [Death and Endings] Church. Look over there, those are Viscount and Lady Lindsay."

Standing near the cemetery were a man in black formal attire and a woman whose face was covered with black gauze. They were two middle-aged men, and a muscular man who seemed to be a bodyguard stood beside them.

"Because of what?"

"I heard it was blasphemous, but who knew?"

The professor shrugged: "But it's probably related to the Giver, otherwise the news wouldn't be so hidden."

"I probably know something about this..."

He introduced the Ouija game that night and felt great regret that he could not invite the professor to study the Ouija board together.

"Do you know the follow-up treatment? I haven't heard about it."

Professor Burns looked very interested, and the two chatted quietly while taking drinks from the table.

"I heard some information from my father this morning. The Ouija board was not found. The church went to the cemetery again to check, and no traces of evil spirits or other spirits were found. This is all I know at the moment, but my father said that for Lin Miss Sai will be punished and warned, and I only learned from you that the last one to deal with is the Church of Death and Ending."

"This kind of thing is usually left to them. This is the norm."

The professor said this and took a sip from the wine glass. Jenkins also tried to take a sip of the wine and found that it was fruit wine with a very low alcohol concentration, but he always felt that there was a strange smell in it.

"Even if she is the granddaughter of the Speaker, this kind of thing cannot be forgiven. You know, my students are spreading rumors that this incident is related to Lindsay's dead lover."

"What exactly is the professor doing in school every day?"

He cursed in his heart, while his face showed surprise: "But, that's a girl..."

"This kind of thing is very common, why are you so surprised?"

Professor Burns looked strange, and then said: "Speaking of ladies' love, I remembered that both Oliver and the bishop talked to me about your private life. Some of my students are your admirers. Why? So, do you have time to come out and meet me?”

Jenkins felt his headache return.

(Chocolate housekeeper...)

After returning to the city after the funeral, I saw that it was still early, so I went home to pick up my cat and returned to the antique shop.

After introducing the businessmen he met at the funeral, his father asked Jenkins to report to the church by himself. He had to count out a batch of goods that had just arrived today and had no time to take care of these things.

Mr. Coppola Bellini, the director of the Special Items Handling Office, received him. After patiently listening to the whole process, he nodded and wrote down the information.

"I understand, we will deal with the follow-up matters. You are really lucky!"

His tone and expression were very similar to the professor's a few hours ago, but Jenkins really didn't think it was luck.

Since I arrived at the church, I went to talk to the bishop for a while. Jenkins told him that he had found a temporary etiquette teacher and that he could at least learn all the etiquette before going to Belduran.

The bishop's eyes were full of meaning.

After staying in the Secret Library for half an hour, I couldn't find any information related to the Ouija board.

In desperation, Jenkins had to give up, refused the invitation to have dinner in the church, and hurried back home. He still has a lot to do before various classes start next week. The second contact with Miss Miller will begin tonight, and the two will try to project Jenkins to Luen.

As night falls, the city is also shrouded in darkness. Only the dock area still has some light. The berthing boats are quietly parked at the dock, and the workers unload and load the goods without fatigue. Whether it was night or day, sailors and workers were always there working.

After dinner, Jenkins played with chocolate for a while before remembering that he might stay in Loon for a long time tonight, but if he put chocolate at home again, it would definitely rebel.

Chapter 385 Chapter 380 Snow in a Foreign Country

In fact, after returning from the suburban cemetery this evening, Chocolate was already trying to show dissatisfaction with his paws, so he could not be left alone at home tonight under any circumstances.

Jenkins thought for a while and tried the ritual method submitted by Miss Magic. He unexpectedly found that chocolate can also become a projection target, and it is much easier to carry it to Loen than carrying a person.

There is no need to think about the next thing, and the cat will also have the opportunity to experience the customs of the strange king's capital in the far north.

I changed my clothes on purpose, stroked the kitten lying on my knees and looked at the pocket watch on the table.

At seven o'clock, a pulling force from above gave him the illusion of flying into the air. After a short second, he still remained sitting, but the scene in front of him had completely changed.

There was no gas lamp in the dim room, only the flame of the fireplace was swaying.

In front of the fireplace was a soft blue and white carpet, around which were five or six heavy back chairs. Miss Miller and Jenkins sat on a chair respectively.

The decoration in the room could be barely seen clearly. This was really a big house.

Judging from the furnishings, this should be a living room or a reception room. The large space behind the chair was very empty. At the other end of the room was a coffee table and a sofa; there were also bookshelves and storage tables against the wall, with some gold and silver items on them.

After sniffing, Chocolate pulled on his clothes and wanted to get into his arms.

"It's so cold here."

This was his first opinion about a foreign country.

"You'll get used to it."

Miss Miller fiddled with her hair and chuckled: "It seems that the process went smoothly. I was worried that your ceremony would go wrong. This is really an interesting ceremony. I really don't know where you got it from."

"It cost me 8,000 pounds, all my property."

He spread his hands to the fire in the fireplace to warm himself, and thought of his lost assets.

Miss Miller's life here seems to be very good. Such a house is not something that ordinary people can easily rent.

There is still some light outside the window. The light of the double moon allows Jenkins to barely see the snow outside. This is the real ice and snow kingdom. Nolan's snow can't be called snow at all.

"Is life in Rune going well? Do you need my help?"

He asked this out of courtesy.

"It went very smoothly. I made some new friends."

Her smile seemed to have other meanings, but Jenkins didn't understand: "If it's convenient, you can indeed help me, but the main task tonight is to take you around the city. If you want to improve your new book, then you must not miss the night view of Loen."

"Then I'll trouble you."

He nodded.

Stretching out his hand, the flame rose from his palm: "The man who emptied my wallet did not lie. The improved ritual can really make the projection have all the power of the body."

Of course, this has a price. The loss of spirit is almost twice that of the normal state. If not, Jenkins might suspect that Miss Magic is the god of ritual.

Following Miss Miller out of the door, even if there are some guesses in his heart, the area of ​​the residence is still beyond Jenkins' imagination.

This is simply a small manor. What's more terrifying is that this is actually the center of Loen. From a distance, you can see the brightly lit palace where the royal family lives on the hill.

"Can learning mathematics really make you rich quickly?"

He thought in surprise, and stepped on the snow with Miss Miller to go outside. He didn't feel at all that he came to Loen by projection, and all the feelings were real.

As long as he didn't leave the spiritual magnet in Miss Miller's hand, his spirit was enough for him and the cat to move around here for three days.

The premise is not to use any abilities and gifts.

The snow in the yard had been cleared, but the cleared path was threatened by snowflakes floating in the sky. Chocolate hid in the coat pocket and refused to come out, no matter how Jenkins slapped it, it didn't obey.

"This is the house of a friend I just met. She saw that I didn't have a place to buy in Loen, so she lent it to me temporarily."

Miss Miller explained, leading Jenkins out. The cold wind was very biting, and a breath could form white mist. Fortunately, I changed my clothes before coming here, otherwise I might catch a cold tomorrow.

"Will projection catch a cold too?"

He thought to himself and couldn't help but feel funny.

"Your friend is really quite wealthy. Is she a benefactor?"

"Yes, I discovered this by accident. But this person is very vigilant. I need your help to prevent her from 'accidentally' discovering my identity."

"That's totally fine."

Jenkins believes that his acting skills have reached a superb level.

The Kingdom of Hampavo is the largest of the three kingdoms in terms of land area, but due to extreme weather, there are many areas here that are completely unsuitable for human habitation.

But thanks to the vast territory, factories do not have to compete with cities for land. The royal family is very far-sighted and has set aside special areas around large cities to build factories, so that factories of the same type can be located in one place, which is convenient for traffic planning and the transportation of product raw materials.

This has led to excellent air quality in Loen, and even a column of smoke cannot be seen from a distance.

But the urban planning and public service facilities here are also very backward. There are mostly two- or three-story stone houses with a sense of the times along the streets. Due to planning problems, steam pipes are all climbing on the outdoor walls. This has also led to poor viewing of the streetscape, at least not as good as Nolan or Shire.

After walking out of the mansion, Jenkins and Miss Miller walked side by side on the street for a while, listening to her explain some local interesting things and rules.

The fluttering snowflakes soon covered his shoulders and hair, and two sets of footprints extended from behind. I heard from the newspaper that Rune was also planning to build street lights in the city, but at least not now.

Turning the corner, two patrol policemen came from the other side of the street with oil lamps. I subconsciously wanted to dodge, but soon realized that this was a legal action and there was no curfew in Loon.

The police gentlemen wore heavy coats, probably because Jenkins and Miss Miller had extraordinary temperament and did not look like bad people. They just greeted them politely and reminded them to go home as soon as possible, and then walked in different directions.

There were no pedestrians on the street, and there was no noise of drunkards and whispers in the alleys that were common in Nolan nights. Loon nights in winter are quiet nights.

The double moons still shine on Jenkins.

PS: Don’t say this chapter is watery, this is a necessary description. I hope to make this book more real and vivid, and the necessary description of the environment is absolutely indispensable.

It’s a pity that I haven’t read enough foreign translated literature, and I can’t write that flavor, so let’s leave it like this for now.

In addition: Although the manuscripts are insufficient, I plan to add more during the Spring Festival. The number of additional chapters this time will not be large, so I won’t open a reward, just add it directly. Please wait patiently for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Another thing: Now I can feel that the 8,000 pounds was well spent.

Chapter 386 Chapter 381 The Disappearance of the Noble Girl

The night view of Loen is indeed unique, but it is too cold. At almost eleven o'clock, the two of them entered an alley, and Miss Miller knocked on an inconspicuous iron door. After entering, it turned out to be a hidden bar.

Specifically, this is the bar of the Gifter. Looking around, everyone has a light spot on their body. But the highest level is still Miss Miller, and the lowest level is the bartender, who is only level 0.

I chose a table against the wall and sat down. At Miss Miller's suggestion, I asked for a low-alcohol drink.

The bars in this city hardly provide other drinks without alcohol. Due to the extremely cold weather, before the development of the steam industry, people needed to rely on alcohol to resist the severe cold, which led to the city's tradition of alcoholism.

"This place is similar to the black market in Nolan's underground, but the rules are looser, and sometimes vicious // incidents occur."

Miss Miller said in a low voice, and Jenkins looked around with great interest.

After sitting in the bar for only a short time, the two set off again. It was easy to find an idle carriage, and the driver curled up and almost fell asleep. They went out of the city and got off the carriage on the side of a small road.

After walking through the snow in the birch forest for a while, they finally climbed a small hill.

"Ha~"

Jenkins let out a long breath, took off his hat and shook it, took two steps forward, and looked at the city at the bottom of the mountain.

The stars and lights barely outlined the shape of the city, and lying there was the capital of one of the greatest countries in the world.

"It's spectacular, but it's a pity that there is no such location near Nolan to overlook the city."

"There are many interesting landscapes here. Next time if we have time, we can go around during the day. Recently, there are terrible things haunting near Loon. It's not a good choice to stay away from the city where people live in the dark."

"Terrible things?"

Jenkins turned and asked.

Miss Miller blinked at him: "Yes, weird things."

I was terrified all the way back to the city, but fortunately I didn't encounter the so-called "terrible things". Chocolate seemed to have slept in Jenkins' arms. It was not until they returned to their residence that it lazily moved on his chest and let Jenkins take it out.

After a long walk in the city, the time was close to midnight. According to the plan, the two would continue the last topic and discuss the complicated question again.

But before they could say a few words, the hurried footsteps interrupted the two people's thoughts.

The footsteps in the corridor stopped in front of the door of this room, followed by an anxious knock on the door.

"Come in."