The Master of the Strange Realm

"This Wednesday, we will hold a baptism ceremony for you outside the city. This is the tradition of the scribes, and the set time must not be changed."

PS: This volume is coming to an end.

Chapter 397 Chapter 392 Disaster in the City

"Is Jenkins going to be okay?"

Mary looked worried. It was past midnight, but she was still sitting on the sofa on the first floor of the house. Probably looking for something to do, I was still knitting a sweater.

The youngest son, John Willamt, has gone to bed. The silver vertigo has not affected the young people's school. Tomorrow is Monday and he will go to school.

Robert was still with Mary, but he was already sleeping and yawning all day long.

"Little Jenkins just went to the church to help. This is just like the big snowstorm five years ago. Aren't John and I also helping in the church? Go to sleep. If you are worried, we can go to the church to see him tomorrow."

"I'm afraid he'll get sick too."

Mary frowned and lowered her head to look at the sweater that accidentally had half an extra sleeve.

"Maybe Jenkins' cat will need this dress."

She thought so.

"Didn't it say in the evening paper that only the elderly will get sick?"

"But aren't the Brende brothers on the next street all taken to the hospital by carriages?"

"Ha~ Those two people have been hollowed out for a long time. Even if there was no plague, they would probably fall."

Robert's attitude was a little contemptuous. Seeing that Mary was still frowning, he comforted her in a low voice:

"It's okay, the sage will bless Jenkins. And everyone in the Williams family is healthy, very healthy. Have you ever seen me sick since we met? Oh, dear, the one the year before last doesn't count. , whoever falls into the river at that season will get sick.”

"But......"

Mary was still worried.

"It's fine."

He stood up and turned off the gas light in the living room. The shape of this lamp is very elegant, and the brass lamp body has extremely detailed text and symbols. This lamp was brought home by Jenkins some time ago.

Robert took Mary's hand and forcefully put the basket of wool aside.

"Come on, go to bed. We will go to church together tomorrow morning. You will definitely feel relieved then."

"Go to church tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay, go tomorrow morning, so we have to go to bed now, otherwise we won't be able to get up tomorrow morning and won't see little Jenkins."

Jenkins barely slept tonight. Although he had hardly participated in any treatment activities after becoming the Holy Son, he had to take action in this incident.

Apart from him, only the Church of Death and the End of the City has the means to wake up fainting people, and that method is more troublesome than Jenkins's. It takes almost two hours to wake up a person.

The rescue begins with the benefactors within the church. There are many elderly researchers like Professor Burns, and this age group is the hardest hit area.

The green orb has been temporarily named [Orb of Life], and the registration number has not yet been decided. Miss Bevanna directly announced to the outside world that Jenkins accidentally obtained it from a strange situation...

This seems to be the truth.

Afterwards, he also told his father and Miss Bevanna about the origin of the orb, but hid the location where the strange realm appeared in Loen.

Neither of them paid attention, and his father told him that his status in the church was now second only to that of the Holy Son in the previous seats, so there was nothing wrong with hiding these things.

"You should have some secrets of your own. This is very necessary for the Holy Son. As a saint on earth chosen by the wise, your destiny is destined to have unpredictable deviations. It is very important to carefully keep your secrets. ”

Many worries I had in the past turned out to be unnecessary troubles caused by myself.

The Life Orb can play a universal supporting role in Jenkins' healing ability. Whenever he uses his ability, the orb will automatically appear above his head and infuse the spirit of life into his body.

This greatly facilitates rescuing those who are unconscious. The only limitation is the capacity of Jenkins' own spirit.

It was impossible for Jenkins to use his power in front of ordinary people, so after saving the benefactors in the church, he was driven by a carriage to other churches to help.

I originally wanted to bring the chocolates, but I didn't expect that the guy might know that he wouldn't have a chance to rest all night, so he just stayed on the bishop's desk and refused to leave. He grabbed the ink bottle with his two paws, and made claw marks on the white paper with his back paws.

Jenkins could only leave it.

As the sun rose on Monday, the carriage broke through the thick fog and brought Jenkins back to the church.

Now very tired, Dad stood in the side hall on the right side of the corridor waiting for him in high spirits.

"Good morning, Dad, I heard, ha~"

Unable to suppress a yawn, the two of them walked through the corridor side by side, "I heard that the number of sick people has increased, and the number of younger patients is also increasing."

"Yes, but now it is certain that this matter is caused by the believers of the [Immortal Lord]. We raided a stronghold located in a small apartment in the slums and found some discontinuous information. They are collecting life force on a large scale. , to initiate a ritual to learn the ability of the [Immortal]."

"Have all the ashes collected?"

This sentence almost blurted out, but luckily it was suppressed. The cultists originally had nine copies, but Jenkins accidentally took away two. If the incident at the Mr. Ink Club a few days ago was related to them, then there should only be eight copies.

Did he get two more copies?

"You go and rest first. The combat troops will handle the rest... Oh, aren't these Mr. and Mrs. Williamt? Jenkins, your father and mother are here to see you."

The frost in the morning was a bit heavy. Stephen Binsey, wearing a coat and a melon skin hat, staggered out of the depths of the fog.

"Haha~"

His face was obviously drunk, he walked unsteadily, and his face had a strange blush.

"Damn drunkard."

At the entrance of Chicordi Machinery Casting and Inspection Factory, two tired young men cursed.

It wasn't that they disliked this strange drunkard who fell down at the door of the factory, but they were jealous that he could drink all night without having to be on duty like them.

Chicordi Machinery Casting and Inspection Factory is a common small steam factory in Nolan City. This factory area, like thousands of factories in this era, relies on squeezing the blood and sweat of workers, spewing smoke and pollutants, and earning a lot of gold pounds for the factory owners.

Even in the early morning, the factory's chimneys were still emitting black gas into the sky.

The two of them thought that the drunkard would get up on his own after falling, but they didn't expect that not only would he not move, he would also start snoring.

"you go."

"you go."

They didn't sleep a wink all night. At this time, neither of them wanted to deal with this troublesome matter anymore, but they couldn't leave him here, after all...

"I'll go ahead, you owe me two bodies."

Chapter 398 Chapter 393 Breakthrough

"Oh, you greedy guy. Okay, go ahead and get that damn drunkard away."

The companion made a long sound, thinking in his mind that he did not ask what kind of corpse it was.

Just as the gatekeeper who wanted to drive away the drunkard had just stepped out of the door, another sound came from deep in the fog. It was a carriage. Because there was an uneven gravel road in front of the factory, the wheels made a violent collision with the ground.

With some bad premonitions in their hearts, the two of them looked straight at the carriage heading this way.

The horse-drawn carriage whizzed by like the wind, with no intention of stopping at all. The moment it crossed the factory gate, several strange soft sounds came from the blocked position. After the carriage passed by, the gatekeepers were all lying on the ground.

One of them had bone spurs on his back, but more than half of them were broken off.

"Really, it's easy. Fortunately, I acted so seriously."

Captain Binsi stood aside waving his wrist, and the carriage slid to a stop. Eight men jumped out of the small carriage one after another.

Two of them stayed where they were to deal with the gatekeepers, while the remaining seven followed Captain Binsey and continued inside.

He held a pocket watch in his hand and muttered something while walking.

Directly opposite the door is a low red-tiled house with iron bolts hanging on the iron door. It seems that there is no one there.

Waving his hand, Schlaich carefully took out two steam bombs from his pocket, unhooked them and threw them accurately to the wall.

As the white steam touched the small opening on the side of the bomb, a huge explosion and crackling sound soon sounded. At the same time, similar explosions were heard from the other two directions of the factory.

Captain Binsey held a straw in his mouth, tilted his hat, and put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker. The team members stood behind him and stretched out their hands at the same time, and the page-shaped golden barrier with the holy symbol connected into one piece to block the aftermath of the bomb.

The violent shock wave caused by the explosion made the man's windbreaker float up. He spit out the straw with a sigh:

"Let's go~"

There was not much suspense in the ensuing battle. The three teams attacked from different directions. Although unexpectedly strong enemies appeared in the factory area, and even a large number of Inferi appeared in the central boiler room, it was impossible to defeat them with these alone. There are more than 20 well-trained giftees of the Righteous God Church.

The informant's information was correct; this was indeed the target. When the team led by Captain Binsi fought against the cultists, the impact of the corpse explosion caused the entire factory building to collapse. The successive detonations of the steam equipment delayed some time. Therefore, when they arrived at the warehouse where the fuel was stored, a team wearing black robes with The giver of the Death Emblem has arrived.

"How about it?"

Captain Binsi crushed the dead wood poles on the ground with his heavy boot soles and walked forward quickly.

The wooden boxes and piles of coal stacked in the warehouse blocked most of the view. After bypassing them, one could find a huge hollow area inside the warehouse, and the shiny ground was transforming these fuels into strange things.

"Sure enough, it's through the air."

This is already the second day since the strange plague appeared. As time goes by, a strange atmosphere envelopes the entire city. Although most citizens only heard about the outbreak of the plague in the city and their lives were not greatly affected, the hurried police patrols and the wild carriages on the streets cast a gloomy tone on people's mood.

The hospital has long been filled with fainting patients, and the church is gradually approaching saturation after receiving a large number of patients.

Anxious people asked their neighbors what had happened, and uncontrollable rumors quietly broke out.

The streets were deserted than ever, with overcrowded scenes only visible near police stations, churches and hospitals.

After sending Mary and Robert away, Jenkins found an empty room and slept for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a black and white tentacle...

"Oh, it's the tail of chocolate."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, grabbed the cat's waist and sat up.

Outside the window was a dim sunlight, and the fog was still so thick. I don't know when a dark blue striped quilt was added to my body. There was some bread and a pot of steaming soup on the table in front of the sofa.

"Are you awake?"

Looking to the side, Miss Befanna was wearing a pair of golden glasses, a light red lady's coat, and holding a fountain pen at the desk, writing something.

The kerosene table lamp on the table was much brighter than the gas lamp on the wall, and the metal pen tip shone with cold light.

"Awake... What time is it now?"

"Five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is about to set."

"What are you doing?"

"Work, some important documents. Oh, if you want to ask why I'm here, it's because we all think that your safety is the most important thing at the moment."

She waved her hand as she spoke, and the golden aura on the wall gradually dimmed.

Probably because I didn't rest well at night, my head hurt a little when I sat up from the sofa. Jenkins covered his head and frowned, then reached out to pick up the white bread on the table, and shook it towards the chocolate first, but it didn't even look at it, so he ate it himself.

"What's the situation now?"

I wasn't hungry at first, but I felt hungry as soon as the soft bread entered my mouth. Because I was still chewing in my mouth, my voice sounded a little muffled.

"We have found the key clue. Silver vertigo is transmitted through the air. The cultists used special methods to process the fuel and then burned it in a specific location, forming a huge ritual in the city.

It is very troublesome to explain it in detail. You can ask Father Oliver, he knows more details. However, those patients are a bit tricky. The effect of life loss has already appeared. It is not reflected in young people, but many old people have died of organ failure."

"Life force loss?"

"Yes."

Miss Befanna nodded and put the cap on the pen. "The cultist's ritual must destroy the core of the ritual to stop, otherwise no matter how many burning points we destroy, it will be in vain. I am not only here to protect you, but also to wait for news. Once they are exposed..."

The woman's eyelids drooped. Jenkins guessed that she didn't want him to see the fierce light in her eyes.

After a quick dinner, Jenkins went to visit Bishop Palod again. The old man looked very good, in fact, a little exaggerated.

This should be an accident caused by the treatment last night. Miss Befanna probably saw what happened to the bishop, so she stopped him from using his ability further in time.

Chapter 399 Chapter 394 Augustus's Request

Only a few people saw the scene last night, and the church would not let the rumor that Jenkins could "rejuvenate" spread outside.

And through observation, it seems that the bishop's physical condition has only improved a little, and there is still a distance from the real physical regeneration.