The Master of the Strange Realm

I reached out to touch Chocolate's furry cat head, but it dodged immediately.

But no matter what, Jenkins's favorability towards this lady increased by at least twice.

The carriage sent Miss Miller and Jenkins to their residence and left. Miss Kingsley did not ask about their relationship, but since they both came from here, it was reasonable to send them back here.

Without rushing back to change clothes, Jenkins took off the ridiculous women's windbreaker on his body and looked at the carriage with two rows of ruts on the snow with his bare arms.

Chocolate was lying on his shoulder, also looking in that direction.

The man's face returned to his usual seriousness, and his eyes looking at the carriage were also meaningful.

"Miss Kingsley probably saw that I loved Chocolate very much and wanted to win me over, so she gave the flower to the cat. Doing so showed you her care for her friends, expressed her kindness to me, and deepened our perception of her as a 'naive noble lady'."

"Oh?"

Miss Miller's mouth curled up, revealing a chuckle.

"I didn't expect you to see this. I find that as long as it doesn't involve your feelings with the lady, your wisdom is amazing."

"My guide also said this... She shouldn't be named Kingsley, right? I've seen the information of that ice archer. The gift-[Frozen Archer Chess] has a lot to do with me."

"Yes, that's the daughter of the Stuart family, the third princess of the Hampavo Kingdom."

Miss Miller turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. The maid had come out to greet her.

The two returned to the reception room full of papers in silence, but they probably wouldn't discuss math problems tonight.

"The identity of this lady is very important, and unexpectedly she is a good person. I plan to deepen my relationship with her. Now I use a half-true and half-false identity, but I hate this kind of fraudulent friendship. After I am completely sure it is safe, I will reveal my identity."

The maid has brought new clothes for Jenkins. He leaned back on the sofa so that Chocolate could move freely.

"She will probably come to investigate your and my identities tomorrow, no, tonight. This kind of young people who grew up in the palace will never trust others easily. How will you arrange my identity?"

"No arrangement, you are a very mysterious gifter who can't find any information, that's enough. If all the information can be found, it will arouse suspicion."

Jenkins nodded, this is the same as his idea, it is convenient to work with smart people.

The two pots of flowers he got today will stay here, and Miss Miller will take care of them temporarily and find a seller. He has no space to store these things in Nolan's home, so it is more convenient to exchange them for cash.

Of course, the round bead called the star spirit Lakul and helped to send it back to Nolan.

When consciousness regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw a dark and deserted home. With a flick of his hand, the fireplace immediately ignited a blazing flame, and Chocolate also pretended to stand up from the cushion beside him.

The clothes on his body were intact, but when he returned, the spirit was inexplicably missing a lot. The current speculation is that the clothes are also part of the projection to Loen, and its damage and the damage to the body require the main body to pay the spirit as a price.

But this is also good, as long as the spirit is sufficient, the projection will not even die.

The green beads can be smoothly retracted into the body, but no effect can be seen for the time being. Seeing that Chocolate likes it, he did not put it away, and then let the cat push it to play by itself. It seems to like the new toy very much.

The short trip to Loen did not affect Jenkins' life for the time being. The next day during the day, he still had to pretend to be very energetic to go to work at his father's place.

Originally, I thought that there was no business in the antique shop, so I could be lazy and sleep on the counter for a while, but my father asked Jenkins to go out of town to Augustus Manor early in the morning.

When repairing the ancestral tombs that were covered by landslides, they found a large number of burial objects. These burial objects have a long history and it is impossible to tell which tomb they originally belonged to.

Although Viscount Augustus respects his ancestors with high titles, he has no psychological burden for selling these objects. He needs a sum of money to repair those tombs, so it is not considered blasphemy.

This is a very troublesome matter. The Viscount invited a group of professionals to help identify it. Dad still has something to do today, so Jenkins will go.

Of course, his level is not enough to take on the task of antique identification. This time it just shows that Dad's antique shop is also interested in that batch of goods. To put it simply, he is just a useless representative.

First go home to get the Ouija board, and then take the cat in the carriage and rush to the manor. Just like the last time the castle sold antiques, many people were attracted this time.

Viscount Augustus's body does not allow him to go out for a long time in winter, so he only receives buyers who are interested in the antiques that have been discovered in the manor.

But many people also said that they wanted to go to the cemetery to take a look. Viscount Augustus was worried that these people were tomb robbers at first, but later everyone jointly guaranteed that they were only interested in the ancient noble tombs, and would make a free restoration plan, so the Viscount sent the old butler and servants to lead the way and monitor.

Jenkins is already a friend of the Viscount. After the two met, they first exchanged a few polite words as usual, and then discussed the issue of antique trading.

Chapter 393 Chapter 388 The Gravekeeper Fifty Years Ago

Viscount Augustus looked very good today. He spoke with full energy and did not cough as he did when they first met. Jenkins hoped that the poor man would get better as soon as possible.

He then took the initiative to ask to go to the mausoleum and politely refused the servant's suggestion to lead the way. He headed towards the cemetery alone.

Of course, this was just an excuse. He naturally did not go directly to Augustus's family cemetery, but came to the abandoned cemetery where the psychic game was played.

It was still the same here, but because the church had sent people to collect clues, the door of the gravekeeper's hut that was closed when everyone left was opened again.

After walking around the cemetery and confirming that there was nothing wrong in the field of vision of the Eye of Truth, he carefully re-entered the gravekeeper's hut.

The round table and wooden chairs used a few days ago were still here, so he sat down directly. When taking out the Ouija board, he inevitably disturbed the cat in the inner pocket. It didn't seem to like it here, but it still jumped onto the table.

"How do I use this thing?"

Looking at the Ouija board in front of him with some distress, Jenkins thought for a while, got up and went outside, bent down to push away the snow that was about to melt, and finally found a relatively intact tombstone.

Imitating the process of the women's psychic communication last time, after putting the small statue in place, he wrote the name he just found on the decorative tombstone in the cluster with a pencil, pressed his fingers on the board, and began to call quietly.

I can feel the spirit in my body flowing, and the yellow spiritual light of the Ouija board itself blooms.

An extremely cold feeling spreads from the fingers to the whole body, frowning, and the eternal fire burning in the candle automatically drives it away.

At the same time, a strange human figure with a cane appeared in front of Jenkins.

Unlike the one summoned by the women, this undead did not show any aggression. Jenkins believed that this was because he used the Ouija board correctly, not just relying on its power.

Looking at the chocolate, it pushed the green beads on the table boredly, and sure enough, there was still no spiritual creature to be seen.

This is good. If it finds that the spirit Jenkins is different from the physical body, it may cause the cat to fall into confusion.

"Are you Rudolf Leggett?"

The dead stood there blankly, and the board led the finger to point: Yes.

"I heard that there are no bodies underground here. Why can your soul still be called out so easily?"

This is a very interesting question. Spiritual communication requires a medium, a medium that points to the dead. If you make a mistake, it is very easy to summon something terrible.

When Jenkins and the women that night tried the names of the bodies in the cemetery itself, they did not use any medium. There may be two reasons for success. One is that there are still bodies in the local area, and the other is that the deceased died here.

The board did not move, and the dead did not give an answer.

After squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, Jenkins asked again:

"Where is your body now?"

The letters were selected by the board in order, and the word pieced together was a public cemetery in the suburbs of Nolan City, which was the same as the information learned from Miss Michael.

"Where did you die?"

As he asked, he was alert. Every time he asked a question, some strange black mist would appear on the body of the dead. There were black particles visible to the naked eye in the mist, which made the emotions of the dead gradually unstable.

If the estimate is correct, it will hurt people after at most 3 more questions.

The word he pieced together was very simple: it was here.

"Who killed you?"

The speed of the plank moved faster, and the answer he got was the gravekeeper. When the plank stopped moving, the dead raised his face, and it was fierce.

Without a moment's hesitation, the old man with a cane rushed towards Jenkins, and then was beaten to death.

He sighed and went to the cemetery outside to find a new name. Not every name can be communicated with, and the names whose death time was close to 50 to 53 years ago are most likely to succeed.

It was not until he communicated with 4 dead souls that he almost pieced together what happened more than 50 years ago.

There is a coincidence in this, that is, the gravekeeper at that time was not from the Church of Death and Doom, but a lonely old man in a small village. He himself was a cultist, a cultist of the Lord of the Undead, and in order to accomplish something, he spread a plague in the village that could make people temporarily die.

When the "corpse" was transported, he really killed the villagers in the gravekeeper's hut, which led to the death of some of the dead outside.

A dead person with some knowledge recognized the holy emblem used in the ceremony at the moment before death, so Jenkins was able to know the truth 50 years later, which was also a lucky thing.

As for where the cultist went in the end, whether he left the local area by himself or was eventually discovered by the Orthodox Church, the undead were not clear.

Jenkins also found that the number of questions that each undead can bear is different. This is related to the quality of the spirit. There was an old woman whose body was scattered like mist when she was summoned by the Ouija board. When the first question was asked, she turned into a vengeful spirit and pounced on him.

But there were some unexpected gains. At least Jenkins knew that the cultist had another warehouse nearby for experiments. That place was located underground in the gravekeeper's hut, but the entrance had long been completely sealed.

According to the description of the undead, Jenkins spent a lot of effort to find some traces of the blockage at the back of the hut. Fifty years have changed a lot of things, and the memories of the undead are also very biased. He had to use his out-of-body soul to explore downwards before he found the right place.

"Twin Demons!"

The black shadow emerged from behind himself, then rushed to the flat ground and produced a huge explosion. Although he dared to do this after confirming that there was no one nearby, he still looked around nervously for a long time before he felt relieved after the loud noise.

The entrance was blown open at once, which showed that his judgment was correct. After the smoke and dust dissipated, there was a stone staircase down. Due to the closed space, there was no dust except for the dirt.

He dared to enter only after the oxygen content was sufficient, but after observing the traces of the entrance, he felt that it was more like it was sealed from the inside.

As expected, he summoned a silver light ball to illuminate and walked down the stairs holding chocolate. When the stairs reached the bottom, he saw a mummy lying on the nearest table at first glance.

Judging from the clothes, it was the cult gravekeeper 50 years ago.

"Tsk tsk~"

Jenkins sighed, then waved his hand to let the two light balls disperse, completely illuminating this underground space.

Chapter 394 Chapter 389 Bloodline

The underground area is not very large, and the objects are not oxidized much because of the airtightness. Bottles containing various organs fill the shelves, but on the test bench are some brass nuts and springs. In the corner is a very large steam machine, and the metal parts seem to be shining in the dim space. If the original owner's memory is correct, then this should be the first generation of steam engines, and it is an antique now.

"Huh? I remember this thing is very valuable?"

But since there is no spiritual light, it means there is no special item.

After looking around, a letter was found on the mummy, which was his suicide note.

"Seal yourself here, who is the suicide note for?"

This question was soon answered. From the information revealed in the letter, the mummy was sure that the location of this basement was not only known to him.

But no matter how sure he was, it was a fact that no one had visited here for fifty years.

There was little useful information in the letter, only that he was unfortunately poisoned during the research and could no longer contact his companions. He placed his research results here, and if any church members came here, they could take them back.

"Don't touch it!"

Chocolate stretched out his claws and tried to pull the paper in Jenkins' hand, and he quickly pressed the cat's head back.

This was obviously an unprofessional researcher, who did not leave a systematic experimental report and data record. Jenkins searched here for a long time before finding something like a diary on the third shelf of the bookshelf, which contained some records.

The cover of the diary was a very uncomfortable dark red, without any text. He frowned and rubbed the cover, and unexpectedly found some difficult-to-find raised lines.

After careful exploration, he found that it was the shape of the Encore Cross.

"Is it related to the undead again?"

He muttered to himself, feeling that this was a bit too coincidental.

But this guess was completely wrong, because about 50 years ago, the believers of the [Undead Lord] had no idea that the end of the era was coming. The information in the diary is the experimental record after the cultists dug up the tomb of the Augustus family and conducted experiments on the corpses.

The gravekeeper himself was a local villager. He had heard about the special relationship between the Augustus family and the god of death since he was a child.

Today, 50 years later, Jenkins knows that the current generation of Viscount Augustus has a special relationship with the god of death, which is a big difference.

The experimental data and process are all disgusting things. When he turned to the back to check the conclusion, he didn't expect that the guy wrote "The Augustus family has a special physique, and the specific situation needs to be further observed."

"Heh~"

He had the urge to kick the mummy down.

He put the diary back in place, searched on the bookshelf again, and then returned to the mummy.

Chocolate came out of the collar again, and stretched out its two front paws to try to pick up the suicide note next to the mummy.

Jenkins smiled, picked up the paper and put it next to its paws, but the cat pushed it away with disgust, and then returned to its warm arms.

"This guy."

Shaking his head, he wanted to put the suicide note back on the table, but his action paused.

"Is Chocolate trying to remind me of something?"

The kitten has been acting more and more spiritual recently. Jenkins guessed that with its sensitive perception, it might really be able to find out that there is something wrong with these papers.

He looked at the letter carefully again in the light, and then searched through the clothes on the mummy. Sure enough, there was a trace of the left cuff of the coat being torn apart and sewn back together. He carefully used a knife to open it along the thread mark, and some gray powder appeared in the lining.

"Such an old-fashioned method?"

Although it is old-fashioned, it does work. If it was a ritual, Jenkins would have discovered something wrong through the spiritual light.