The Master of the Strange Realm

Use the metal spoon on the lab table to carefully take out the powder and put it in a container, then hold your breath and evenly apply it on the letter paper. Some words that were not seen just now appeared faintly in the gap between the words of the original suicide note.

He couldn't help showing a smug expression on his face, and he didn't forget to gently stroke Chocolate's little head as a reward. Seeing that it was not satisfied, he scratched his chin again until the cat made a "purring" sound before stopping.

[The great second master, the ancient god of death, the blood still flows in the world. It has been confirmed that the Augustus family is the target, but the blood is very thin, and the test subjects have not shown the expected characteristics. It is speculated that the blood is hidden or completely disappeared. If no trait owner appears within 5 generations, the experiment is confirmed to have failed.

May the immortal lord watch me, and may my soul be with the lord! 】

"Master..."

The unexpected information appeared in front of him, and Jenkins' first reaction was that he was dreaming.

"Augustus family is the descendant of the master?"

He really couldn't accept this fact. Even God had never heard of blood descendants in the world, let alone the more mysterious master.

He turned his eyes to the letter again. There was no such valuable information behind it. The person who left these hidden words was just bragging about how smart and sharp he was.

To put it simply, this legend was only circulated locally. He did not tell anyone about his research, but planned to submit it to the church after getting the results in order to seek greater promotion.

So it was cheap for Jenkins 50 years later.

As for the reason why the undead could stay here for 50 years and why Carly Alex appeared in nun clothes, it was also recorded here.

The former was because when the mystery of the bloodline of the Augustus family was cracked, even if they were cautious, some unspeakable power still affected this land, allowing the undead to stay longer.

The latter was because of a special gift C-12-1-3011, the shrouded nun's clothes. There was no recording function, but it was claimed that it would be "left here and sealed temporarily, but it might also leak power."

This is probably why the Eye of Truth cannot see it, but he has already spent enough time here, and he has no time to do any more searching. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then returned to the ground with the chocolate in his arms, but he took nothing away except the suicide note.

Draw a wooden board on the ground that is enough to cover the entrance to the ground, cover the entrance, and then pile up soil and stones.

This is all he can do. If he has time, he can come back to look for the gift. If he doesn't have time or if this place is discovered by others in advance, it means that Jenkins has no fate with this thing.

For those things that don't belong to him, Jenkins is very open-minded.

Chapter 395 Chapter 390 Plague

He did a full show, left the abandoned cemetery, walked around a long way, and walked to Augustus's family cemetery.

The landslide was indeed very serious, so much so that Jenkins stared at the scattered iron fences for a long time. Although he saw five or six middle-aged gentlemen standing together and chatting about something, he just couldn't see where the tomb was.

The old butler received Jenkins and told him that this was what the cemetery looked like now. Although the entrances of several ancient tombs were exposed above the ground, the Viscount would definitely not agree to these strangers entering the tombs of his ancestors.

Jenkins happened to want to find an excuse to leave, so he pretended to walk around the cemetery and turned back.

Perhaps considering that Jenkins was very hard today, after he returned to the antique shop shivering with cold, his father said that today's work could end here.

This was also considered to be two hours off work. Seeing that it was still early, he did not go home directly, but hired a carriage to go to the school where the professor worked.

The rapid development of the steam industry in recent years has also spawned some very strange inventions, such as a small copper kettle in the carriage.

It is about the size of Jenkins' two fists, and there is a built-in steam device inside. After putting in appropriate coal ash or coal slag, the starting device can continuously produce steam and spray it from the two mouths on the left and right of the kettle. It can not only heat up the small space, but also increase the humidity of the air.

But it also has dozens of disadvantages, such as the need to add water and fuel frequently, high risk, etc. Jenkins read an article mocking this device in the tabloids a few days ago.

It is said that the price of this thing is 11 shillings and 3 pence. Anyway, Jenkins will not buy it. He just laments that the deviation of the technology tree seems to be heading in a very strange direction.

Nolan First College is located on the west bank of the Westminster River. Sitting in the carriage and looking out, there are still ships sailing in the river. The ice period of the river in Nolan is about December, so now is the last day of the year when ships can sail.

I was still thinking about how to enter the school, but I didn’t expect that I just got off the carriage and handed the change to the coachman, and I saw the professor hurriedly coming out of the school.

He wore a black wide-brimmed hat, a heavy windbreaker, and a leather bag under his right arm. He lowered his head and hurriedly didn’t see Jenkins greet him.

"Professor Burns!"

He shouted again, and then he stopped. He ran across the street with his hat on, almost bumping into a lady, then grabbed Jenkins' hand and dragged him into the carriage.

"To the Church of Knowledge and Books."

He said to the driver anxiously, raised his hand to signal Jenkins not to ask anything, then covered his forehead with his right hand, looked up and closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?"

After a while, Jenkins dared to ask in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay."

The professor sat up and waved his hand weakly, "I ran too fast, and I sat in the office all day today. I was out of breath."

"Where are we going?"

He asked again.

"Something big happened. I happened to meet you. Let's go to the church together. I think they are looking for you now."

"What's the matter? I just came back from outside the city and didn't find anything..."

Jenkins felt a little uneasy, but he thought about it carefully. Since the beginning of this month, he didn't seem to do anything big except going to Loon, so what the professor said should have nothing to do with him.

"Plague."

"Hmm?"

"It's not accurate to say it's a plague. We haven't found out what it is yet. Anyway, since this afternoon, there have been frequent cases of inexplicable fainting in the Nolan area. The first police and hospital field staff who noticed this quickly informed the church, and then they found that there were extraordinary factors at work. Just now, one of my students at school also got sick, and I only received the church's notice at that time."

Chocolate climbed onto Jenkins' knees nimbly, and he didn't have time to pet the cat.

"I didn't notice anything."

"That's a good thing, it means that the spread of this phenomenon is not very large. Anyway, let's go to the church first and find out what the situation is..."

He touched his chin and asked, "By the way, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, it's a small matter, let's talk about it later."

In fact, I wanted to ask about the moon in the sky and the ancient god of death, but when it comes to such a thing, I'd better ask another day.

Just thinking about this, I suddenly heard a commotion outside the carriage.

Jenkins reacted quickly and took the lead in lifting the curtain on one side of the carriage. I saw two gentlemen holding a fat woman with her eyes closed next to the mailbox on the street, and one of the men was asking for help from two pedestrians on the other side of the street.

The weight of the woman was really beyond the two people's ability to bear, so they had to use the side of the mailbox to share some of the pressure. Faintly, facing the meager sunlight, there seemed to be two silver marks on the woman's face.

Blinking, I didn't see the black spiritual light, but a thin golden divine light appeared.

"It's not an event-type weird thing, it's a cult?"

Thinking in my heart, I looked at the professor, and both of them saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

When the carriage drove to the street where the church was located, the people carrying the stretcher almost blocked the door of the church.

The driver also asked the passers-by what happened, and the answer he got was naturally a strange plague in the city.

It was normal to carry them to the church. When an emergency occurred in the city, the free assistance that the city hall could provide was never enough, so the believers of each family were more inclined to ask the church for help.

After paying the fare, the professor and Jenkins jumped off the carriage. The main entrance was not accessible, so the only options were the side door or the back door.

As soon as they passed the alley, they ran into Mr. Schleich, who looked anxious. He pointed at Jenkins with a look of surprise on his face, and then, without even having time to say anything, he turned around and pushed open the door that had just been closed, leading the two into the church.

He was sent out specifically to find Jenkins, but he didn't expect to be so lucky to meet him as soon as he went out.

At this time, the church was crowded with people, and there were cries and prayers everywhere. The side halls that were not open on weekdays were full of people who fainted for no reason, and the priests and nuns tried to maintain order. The unconscious people, like the fat woman Jenkins met on the road, all had a thin golden aura on their bodies.

The professor was called away by a priest passing by in the courtyard. Jenkins said hello to his father, who was frowning and walking towards the second-floor red building, and was led by Schleich to the bishop's office.

Section 396 Chapter 391 Diffusion

Mr. Schleich did not enter, but motioned Jenkins to go in by himself.

I had a bad feeling the moment I opened the door, but I didn't expect it to come true. Mr. Coppola Bellini, director of the Special Items Handling Office, and his assistant James Hurt were standing on one side of the couch with a small box, and two nuns were holding basins on the side.

There were many senior priests and priests in the office who looked familiar but whose names I couldn't remember for the time being. Seeing Jenkins come in, they all stopped talking in low voices.

"What's wrong with the bishop?"

He put the chocolate down, then walked quickly to the sofa, where the old man lay peacefully with his eyes closed, and the silver lines on his face were very obvious.

"This happened half an hour ago... Miss Bevanna and the keeper came to see it, but we can't find the cause and solution for this phenomenon. Several other healers in the church have also tried it, but it didn't work. Mr. Bellini is trying to use B-01-..."

"Failed."

The middle-aged man interrupted the assistant's introduction and closed the box in his hand with a solemn expression.

"It still doesn't work, Mr. William, you give it a try. If it doesn't work, then we can only wait for the results from other churches."

"Have you contacted the Holy See?"

He took off his coat and handed it to the nun beside him, then squatted down and held the old man's hands.

"Not yet, Miss Bevanna is grading the incident, and the results will be available soon."

Mr. Bellini replied.

Jenkins nodded seriously, green air currents and dots of fluorescence appeared on his arms.

Chocolate climbed onto the bishop's surprisingly large desk and looked down at the documents while people weren't paying attention.

The door to the room was pushed open, and Miss Bevanna and several benefactors also walked in. Seeing that Jenkins was being treated, they all kept silent in a tacit agreement.

Jenkins also didn't know whether healing abilities could dispel the effects of magic. Although the spirit was constantly being consumed, he could feel some kind of power hindering the flow of healing breath into the bishop's body.

It was useless to continue like this. He concentrated and frowned, and his spirit transformed into green aura surging faster.

But this situation is not considered a bad state, and the purification candle has no reaction at all. While he was thinking about it, the green bead started to tremble, and there was a faint tendency to break away from the body.

"No, we can't expose this favor... Why can't we expose it? It's not stolen."

After observing the expressions of everyone in the room, he looked at the bishop lying down. After thinking again and again, he still let go of his control over the green ball.

As a huge green/air flow swirled around Jenkins' body, everyone waiting for the result had to take two steps back.

"This is......"

The young Mr. Hurt looked at the green orb emerging from Jenkins' eyebrows in surprise, but was immediately warned by Mr. Bellini not to speak.

The orb was immersed in the green brilliance, and the rich spirit of life flowed down like a waterfall. After entering Jenkins' body, after his transformation, it broke through the obstacles of inexplicable power with overwhelming force, and poured into the bishop's body. in the body.

Because it was the first time, Jenkins didn't control the intensity well, so the bishop's white hair actually showed some signs of turning black.

Miss Bevanna patted his shoulder in time, and Jenkins immediately let go of the bishop's hand.

Everyone came closer. The old man's eyelids moved a few times, and then he opened them in confusion.

"What's wrong? You're not working anymore?"

Although his voice is hoarse, he is very energetic.

As time went by, more cases of what was known as "Silver Vertigo" appeared in Nolan City. By the evening of that day, the number of cases reported in municipalities, hospitals and the five major churches had exceeded four digits, and the number was still increasing.

But the good news is that the rate of increase in cases is slowing down significantly, but even so, there are already some signs of unrest in the city.

Miss Bevanna has notified the Holy See of this matter that has affected the city, and the diocese itself is also actively looking for the cause and solution.

After investigation, there is no similarity in gender, origin and place of residence among the affected people, but most of these people belong to the "frail" group.

Either it is irreversible physical deterioration caused by age, or it is born this way, or it is a serious illness. Among healthy young people, fewer than 20 people have the disease.

After reading the information and summarizing the news from the Holy See, it took just half a day to figure out the origin of the light silver lines on the patients' faces.

It is a disease caused by the secretions of a rare insect that has never been discovered in this era - the silver worm. According to records, it feeds on metallic silver. Once humans accidentally eat this kind of thing, a large number of such marks will appear on the surface of the skin in a short period of time.

However, the secretion does not cause fainting in humans. The current view is that someone used that kind of thing in a ritual that caused mass fainting events, which caused the current phenomenon.

The rituals that require the use of silver worms are still being investigated, but they involve many rituals that have been completely lost, which would probably waste a lot of time.

As expected, the people from the Church of Knowledge and Books did not ask about the origin of Jenkins' gift. Miss Bevanna just asked him to register the items and complete the information after the matter was over.

Inspired by Jenkins' treatment, after a long period of testing, the conclusion was finally reached in the evening of that day - the aging rate of the comatose citizens is increasing, and the vitality is slowly flowing in a unified direction.

This clue was already obvious. The Zhengshen Church came to the Sage's church for a short meeting at twelve o'clock in the night, and then unanimously decided to temporarily list the [Life Sharing Alliance] as the first suspect.

Relevant operations have been carried out overnight, and the diviners have gathered at the astrological tower outside the city to prepare for joint high-precision divination.

But this operation will take longer. Miss Audrey, who happened to meet Jenkins, was a little worried:

"I have a bad feeling, Jenkins. It's best not to act alone these days."

The city has entered a brief state of martial law, and a curfew will be implemented starting tonight. Tomorrow morning, the entire country and even the entire continent will be able to learn about the disaster that has befallen the city through newspapers.

Jenkins was trapped in the church, and Miss Bevanna did not allow him to go out easily. But there is something that must be done. Even if there is a plague in the city, that thing must be completed on time: