The Master of the Strange Realm

Probably overwhelmed by Miss Miller's strong momentum, she did not ask about the specific situation of the two of them, but thanked them coyly, and then carefully looked at the strange man beside her with her peripheral vision.

My acquaintance with Miss Miller began with the letter she sent from Mr. Williamson. Although it only lasted less than a week, Miss Stuart had already been impressed by this woman's extraordinary conversation and outstanding knowledge. At this time, she knew that she was the benefactor, and she actually had a feeling of "it is true".

But growing up in a palace, she would not trust someone so easily. Although I have a good impression of Miss Miller, I still need to carefully investigate her identity and background after going out.

Miss Miller then asked Miss Kingsley the reason why she entered the strange place. It was impossible for her to enter on her own initiative.

"I was leaning against the wall, waiting for Julia to pick me up, and then all of a sudden I fell in."

"..."

The three of them tidied up a bit and then walked towards the old man together.

His dull eyes looked at the three of them one after another, then twisted his body stiffly and pointed at the potted plants on the round table.

"Each person chooses two pots and water them."

Jenkins took this opportunity to look at the round table. There were all kinds of strange plants on the table. Only a few parts are similar to ordinary flowers and plants, and most of the rest have colors and shapes that are definitely not what normal plants can have.

The three pots placed in the center are particularly eye-catching. One pot simply has a branch inserted in the soil, and the other pot has a human head with a mouth and tongue. There are green stems below the head where the neck should be. , the mouth opened and saliva flowed, and Jenkins saw the tufts of black hair in the mouth.

The last pot has an ordinary style, but the seven petals are seven different colors. He knew this, the rainbow flower. The blooming flower had the supernatural ability of [Small Effect Malicious Wishing Technique].

Blinking again, colorful auras filled the entire table.

"There's no kettle here."

He pointed this out and turned around to see Miss Miller lifting up Miss Kingsley who had fallen.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't look at the third pot of flowers in the second circle outside on the left."

Miss Miller warned carefully, "There is something special growing there. I'm not sure if it's what I think it is."

Jenkins nodded and moved closer to the women. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced carefully at that spot on the table, and his densely packed eyeballs hung on the lantern-like plant. Although I felt a little nauseous, I had no other discomfort.

"I didn't see the kettle."

He repeated himself again.

"With your blood."

The expressionless old man said this, his cold tone not resembling a living person at all. Of the people who hosted the mystery so far, only the train conductor who knew how to ask for a bribe could feel human.

What is so special about that guy?

“How deep do we need to water it?”

"Until they're done growing."

He answered with almost no pause, and his tone was still as steady as a machine.

Jenkins nodded and looked at Miss Miller and Miss Kingsley.

"What do you think? Also, is it getting colder here?"

"This is normal. A strange place is not a refuge. Don't expect to stay here for a long time."

Seeing Miss Kingsley looking hesitantly at the two people who were not nervous, Miss Miller kindly added:

"Although we are both low-level gifters, we have experienced a strange situation together, so we have some experience. Oh, I am level 2."

The corner of Jenkins' mouth trembled. Although he wanted to complain in his heart, he still nodded heavily: "I am also level 2."

"Well, I'm also at level 2."

Miss Kingsley followed suit.

Although everyone was lying, Jenkins felt that he and Miss Miller probably knew Kingsley's true level, and the latter was probably in a state of doubt.

The first impression of this lady has almost been established. She has qualified caution and vigilance, but due to the limitation of her strength, she cannot do better. Compared to her peers, this was already outstanding, and Jenkins guessed she must be around eighteen years old.

"So are we really going to shed blood?"

the young lady asked hesitantly, but not daring to look at the table anymore.

"We must abide by the rules of the treacherous realm, it's just a method. We must do at least two things: drip blood, and let the two pots of blood grow."

As Miss Miller spoke, she stretched out her slender finger and tapped it in the air. Miss Kingsley looked puzzled, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on her. And Jenkins could see that she was using a large-scale chain ability with [Mathematical Principle] as the core, and at least six light points lit up at the same time.

"I have a divination-type ability."

She explained to Miss Kingsley, and then looked at Jenkins: "How about you come first or me first?"

Chapter 389 Chapter 384 Difficulty and Simplicity

Jenkins shrugged, "It doesn't matter. Although I have always respected women and advocated that ladies come first, in this case it is better for me to go first."

While he was speaking, Miss Miller pointed to the left with her finger in a position where only two people could see it, then drew three more circles, and finally made a number 1.

"Monsieur Poirot..."

It took several seconds for Jenkins to realize that Miss Kingsley was calling him.

"It doesn't matter. Since I'm here to rescue you, I definitely can't let you take risks."

He touched his nose to hide his discomfort at being disgusted by his words.

"I choose that pot. Yes, it's the first pot on the third outer circle on the left. Can you help me pick it up?"

The old man held the oil lamp and turned it at an angle, but did not move his steps, just so that the light could be concentrated on the pot of flowers that Jenkins chose.

"May I?"

he asked again.

The old man just stared at him until Jenkins felt the hair on his back.

"This time's treacherous situation is not that simple. I'm afraid it also contains a certain degree of fighting."

Miss Miller reminded.

Jenkins almost understood it. He guessed that the plants closer to the inside were more likely to be watered by blood and grow, but to obtain them would be affected by the plants on the outside that were not easy to grow.

If it were in the material world, he would have plenty of ways to kill these weird things, but the rule here is that an ability can only be used once, and...

Looking at Miss Kingsley out of the corner of her eye, she stood behind Miss Miller as worriedly as a small animal.

"You also have to be careful of her. I have no idea who this is. Be careful... No, I don't only have abilities."

He suddenly realized that the blazing flames immediately rose up and wrapped his right arm in it.

He slowly leaned out to grab the flowerpot chosen by Miss Miller, and as expected, the surrounding plants started to move. Green vines emerged from the soil and crawled toward Jenkins like snakes. Fine powder was sprayed out by the plants and dispersed into the air. The leaves shot out like flying knives. Some plants even crawled out of the pots, like mutations. Like a green animal, it pounced on him.

However, the plant's fear of fire cannot be changed easily. The flames rising around the arm easily withstood the first wave of attacks. When the right hand grasped the flowerpot, only some fine powder adhered to the clothes.

He grabbed the potted plant and quickly retreated. With a soft sound, a black vine popped out from the left side and instantly broke through the flames and wrapped around his arm.

He frowned and swung his left fist out to hit the vines, and the frost quickly spread to both sides. The pulling force of his right arm became slightly lighter, and with a sudden force he finally took out the strange potted plant.

"do not come!"

He said to the two ladies, frowning as the sleeve on his right arm was corroded. It seems that Miss Magic has really achieved the ultimate in "projection", but I don't know if the clothes will be corroded after returning to Nolan.

He neatly took out the knife from his pocket with his left hand, cut off the sleeve and threw it on the ground. After a squeaking sound, it was quickly corroded into a pool of yellow-brown bubbles.

"Are you okay?"

Miss Miller asked.

"It's okay. You have to be careful later. It's best to hold your breath. Those invisible powders are really powerful."

Compared with other weird-shaped plants, the flower chosen by Jenkins at least looks like a flower. However, the stems, branches, leaves and petals are all icy blue, and the cold air can be easily felt by the hand holding the flower pot.

Speaking of cold, the temperature here seems to be getting lower and lower.

"This seems to be an anti-freeze flower. Throwing the petals of this flower into the water can ensure that a large area of ​​water will not freeze within two years. But it does not seem to need blood to grow."

Miss Kingsley said uncertainly.

"It is true that flowers do not freeze. This should be a special rule of this strange place."

Miss Miller said, nodding to Jenkins. The latter cautiously squatted down and placed the flower pot on the ground. He looked up at the old man who was holding an oil lamp to illuminate him, and then placed his right arm with no sleeves exposed above the flower pot.

Avoiding the artery, he used the knife he had just made to make a small incision on his arm. Blood quickly seeped out from between the white flesh.

And when the first drop of blood fell on the closed bud, the whole plant trembled. A few seconds later, before the second drop of blood slipped off, the plant slowly grew two inches taller, and nine buds bloomed at the same time, displaying the strange ice-blue flowers in front of the three of them.

The shape of the flower is similar to a rhombus. If you look closely, you can see transparent light blue veins transporting light red nutrients inside the leaves.

"So simple?"

This was completely different from Jenkins's guess. He originally thought that the two potted flowers combined would cost at least half of his life.

Turning around to look, Miss Miller was equally confused.

"Maybe the difficulty is just getting the flowers."

Miss Kingsley guessed carefully.

"Impossible, this goes against the original intention of Weird Realm."

Miss Miller shook her head, and then asked the old man: "Is this okay?"

"Can."

The old voice was unusually deep.

"Do I need to put it back?"

"It belongs to you."

Jenkins once again understood that high risk means high reward, and this time the high risk of the treacherous environment also increased the reward.

It was Miss Miller's turn. She did not ask any more questions, but followed Jenkins' example and extended her right hand to the round table.

Her movements were much neater, with fine characters rotating around her arms, and no attacks landed on her.

"Eternal sleep grass is the main ingredient of a powerful sleeping pill. If taken directly without processing, it is equivalent to ordinary sleeping pills. It was often used as an anesthetic in ancient times."

She gave a brief introduction, then took Jenkins' knife and lightly slashed her white wrist. The blood drips and nothing changes in the plant.

"Huh, sure enough."

Glancing at Jenkins, both of them still remembered the huge life force that Jenkins' body absorbed when they were at Bonton Winery. This is probably why Jenkins' blood works so well.

Press your wrist firmly to squeeze out more blood. This process did not last very long, and when the green buds broke out of the ground and grew vigorously, there was no expression of discomfort on her face.

After standing up, he tore off the fabric of his clothes and pressed the wound to stop the bleeding. The two of them looked at Miss Kingsley together.

She nodded, knowing that these two people had tested it for themselves first, and it was already the limit of what they could do. She herself didn't think that they would take the risk to get a pot of flowers for her.

Although she is a princess, she is also a qualified benefactor.

Chapter 390 Chapter 385 Double Act

As the time spent in the strange environment became longer and longer, the temperature changes became more drastic.

Miss Dolores Stuart took a deep breath, and a figure appeared vaguely from behind. It was a warrior holding a bow, his body was transparent, and his body was wrapped in light blue ice armor, with looming runes flashing on the armor.

The warrior walked forward to the table and flexibly stretched out his hand without a bow. It successfully obtained a flower pot near the center of the round table, but the price was that its body was completely broken and crushed into ice chips by the crazy vines.

If Jenkins hadn't stood close and reacted quickly to catch the falling flower pot in time, then Miss Kingsley might have done a useless job.

However, Jenkins always felt like he had seen that archer image somewhere.

"Yes, the Frozen Archer Chess, this gift is introduced in the information! But aren't the chess pieces returned to the Stuart family? Can this thing be loaned out too?"

He handed the flower pot to Miss Kingsley, who thanked her quietly. Turning to look at Miss Miller, she smiled and winked at Jenkins, not knowing what she meant.

"This is dragon's blood grass. A plant that can only grow by watering with dragon's blood with a purity of over 83.2%. Its value is higher than dragon's blood of the same purity."

As if she were an encyclopedia of plants, she recognized what it was again.

Miss Kingsley followed what the two of them did just now and slit her white and tender wrists. But her bleeding time took much longer than the previous two people. When she stood up again, her face was terribly pale and she almost lost her balance.

Jenkins and Miss Miller could not help her in this process because the old man's clear request was to water two pots of flowers each.

"I'm a little dizzy, just take a rest."