The Master of the Strange Realm

"These three wooden badges have unique shapes and strange patterns. They should be old things left over from the last century. Most of the information about the last century disappeared in the catastrophe, so I can't judge the specific period."

The old man curled his lips and shook his head, and Jenkins became nervous.

"This one should be pure iron from the material, and the weight is also consistent. I don't know the words on it, but the decoration style is in line with the style of the ancient Hikari Kingdom."

"......"

He evaluated the badges on the table one by one, and the old man didn't say a word during the process. After Jenkins finished speaking, he commented in the order Jenkins just said:

"These three are indeed modern crafts, but this one is decorated with wheat ears. It was a gift from the [Earth and Harvest] Church to the core believers during the last [Harvest Feast]. With a little work, the nobles are still willing to spend 100 pounds to buy it."

The style of this one is indeed the style of the founding of the Kingdom of Cheslan. It's a pity that the material is wrong, otherwise it would be an extremely exquisite imitation.

These three wooden badges are modern crafts. Turn right and go to Aunt Sally's shop. They are 1 shilling and 3. Oh, and this one made of pure iron is also..."

In short, Jenkins was wrong about all of them, so when he left in the evening, he had three more large books in his hands, and his father asked him to read them within two weeks.

It took some time to identify the badge. Jenkins took only those crafts, and entrusted the valuable ones to his father to sell in the store.

Of course, considering that Jenkins was busy moving recently, his father only asked for a twentieth commission, which was a very reasonable price.

The badge that his father had misjudged was one of the three wooden badges. It was only slightly larger than the brooch that Bishop Palod gave to Jenkins, and its shape was the common round, but it was not as good as the brooch that Bishop Palod gave to Jenkins. The front is welded with a rusty pin, and the front is a long sword standing upright.

The pin is not luminous, so it was added later.

That night, after the family fell asleep, Jenkins hid in the bedroom again to experiment with the new things. Compared with the metal cube that had no effect no matter how much spirit was injected, this badge immediately emitted light.

Jenkins held his breath and waited for the light to dissipate, but the light spot quickly split, rotating like a fairy, gradually occupying the entire room. When everything stabilized, the star-like silver flashes filled the room, rising and falling like the tide, and as charming as the stars.

"So, this is a... interior decoration?"

Jenkins looked at this scene intoxicatedly, and silently complained in his heart. The last blue spiritual light item encountered was the fruit plate. The similarity between the two is that they are all useless garbage!

So, the things hidden under Jenkins' bed with the unhealthy prints became four pieces.

The next day, Dad brought Jenkins a message.

"The fat woman yesterday morning is the owner of an apartment on Hamster Street in the slums. A lone tenant who rented there disappeared inexplicably, so she took out all that person's stuff and sold it. "

"Did Dad investigate her?"

Jenkins realized this only then.

"Yes, the stuff can be kept by yourself, but the work still needs to be done. In fact, every customer who sells something 'valuable' will be reported to the church for investigation. Recently, our staff has been involved overseas, so these things can only be temporarily backlogged. I was afraid that you would suffer a loss, so I used my own channels to investigate the woman yesterday."

Jenkins scratched his hair. It felt a bit artificial to thank him now, so he should give Dad some gifts next time for the holidays.

"Oh, by the way, the missing resident himself is a badge enthusiast. He has a lot of collections, but they were all sold to different places in batches by the fat woman. Some of the collections traced so far are all ordinary items, only the one here is different, good luck. "

Dad didn't finish what he said. He adjusted his glasses and his face became serious:

"The badge lover disappeared three nights ago. He didn't have any bad hobbies. He usually made a living by doing accounts at the dock. He might have encountered the octopus..."

In this context, the octopus must refer to the one that caused the original Jenkins' death.

"Didn't the church ask for help from other parishes?"

Jenkins was a little worried. After all, he was also a person who went out at night.

"Yes, because of the incident outside the city and the strange creature A-01-2-0198 that appeared at the same time, the cardinal on duty took it very seriously and dispatched three powerful scribe teams from the capital to support us. But when they passed by New Truman City, they were involved in a large-scale cult sacrifice ceremony. Those cultists treated the gift-givers dressed in the caravan as pigs. Now it has become a mess over there. If it weren't for the chaos on our side, it wouldn't be small. Captain Binsi even had to lead a team to support it. I even heard that the evil god gave birth to a son of God in our world. "

Dad lowered his voice before saying the last sentence, but since he said it, there must be a trustworthy source of information.

"Compared with what's happening over there, our alert level here is still acceptable, so I'm afraid these days of fear will continue for a while. "

"Son of the Evil God?"

Jenkins unconsciously stopped scrubbing the table.

"I just heard that New Truman City is quite far away from Nolan. Even if someone is going to be unlucky, it will definitely not be us."

Dad raised his eyebrows, trying to get Jenkins to relax, but Jenkins didn't think it would be that simple.

The badge that Dad took for appraisal was returned to Jenkins' hands three days later. Coincidentally, it was recorded in the church's documents. Dad put the copied information and the badge in front of Jenkins.

"B-10-5-9820, [Medal of Wisdom], can improve the wearer's thinking ability and strengthen the resistance to abnormal mental states."

Jenkins read it out.

"Yes, this is the information on the surface. The part that cannot be copied states that it was first discovered in an underground palace left over from the 7th Epoch. Because the safety level was evaluated as [5], it was used by someone in the royal capital. The unknown strong man applied to take it out. A hundred years ago, the strong man disappeared unexpectedly, and this thing disappeared. "

"Can I have it?"

"Of course. A lot of things have been lost from the Zhengshen Church over the years. Just don't shout loudly in the church."

Section 41 Chapter 40 Relocation Plan

Because it had to be worn on the chest to be used, Jenkins asked his father to help him use heated wire to securely fix the pin behind the badge. This item has since become a must-have for him when going out.

When he returned home in the evening, it was still drizzling. Jenkins changed his shoes, put away his umbrella and handed it to the maid. He raised his head and unexpectedly saw his eldest brother, Newman Willamt. He has already moved out of this home and is completely independent. He went on a study tour with a professor at the school a few days ago and only recently returned to Nolan. So this was the first time Jenkins met him.

The person in front of him with a smile on his face was a tall man with a resolute appearance. He inherited half of the old William's handsomeness, and the other half was like his mother.

Mary Willamette, as the name suggests, was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman. She was once a girl from the slums of Nolan City. When she grew up, she accidentally met Robert Willamt, who had fled from other places.

Compared with his status as a civilian, the young old William was extremely handsome, but he fell in love with this ordinary girl from Nolan City at a glance. Among the three sons, Jenkins looked the most like William Sr. This may be the reason why he could always prefer this unlearned son.

"My dear Jenkins, I heard that you found a job with the help of Bishop Parrod! Congratulations, that's great, I want to give you a gift, tell me, what do you want?"

The man gave Jenkins a warm hug with a smile on his face. Jenkins had adapted to getting along with his "family" during these days, and happily told Robert about his work experience.

To celebrate the reunion of the family, the Williams family had a sumptuous dinner today. Jenkins thought this might be a good time, so he stood up holding the glass of juice.

"I have something to announce."

All the family members looked at him.

"It's like this. I've been working at Dad Oliver's place for two weeks. Judging from the current trend, I'm afraid I will spend several years there. But Dad's place is really too far away from home. It’s not very suitable to go to work by carriage every day, so..."

His voice grew quieter, and Mary Wilhelmette's sobs grew louder.

"Please don't do this, mother, mother."

Jenkins was a little embarrassed.

"I have long expected that there will be a day when the sons who have worked so hard to raise will grow up one by one and move away from this home. Gradually, you are not willing to come back. Every year at the Reading Festival, it is just me and you. Father sat alone in front of the fireplace and read to each other the fairy tale books you read when you were children."

At this time, the whole family was embarrassed.

The sentimental Mrs. Williams finally stopped crying after being comforted by the head of the family, but she still looked on the verge of collapse.

"Jenkins, I'm so glad you're thinking about independence."

Robert raised his glass and gestured to Jenkins, "But is your savings enough for you to rent a decent apartment? Or are you willing to share a bathroom with those dirty poor people? I hope you can live a better life. Think about it again and you will be able to accumulate some savings by then. ”

As he spoke, he kept blinking to indicate to Jenkins that he should consider Mary's thoughts.

Newman Willamt stood aside and wanted to speak, but John Willamt immediately grabbed his sleeve.

"What do you want to do?" the younger son asked his elder brother in a low voice.

"I work as a teaching assistant in the university and have accumulated some savings, which I can temporarily lend to Jenkins..."

"Brother, it's not appropriate for us to talk at this time, do you understand?"

There was silence at the dinner table for a while, and Jenkins made up his mind to resolve the matter. Moving out will not only be good for you, but it will also prevent your family from getting into trouble.

"In fact, I conceived a book a few days ago. Dad Oliver helped me contact the bookseller. The publishing matter has almost been resolved, and I have part of the deposit from the publishing house."

This is a lie. Jenkins didn't get a single copper penny for the publication, and he paid a lot back. The money in his hand was leftover from the reward.

"Publish? Book?"

Newman screamed as he was silenced by his youngest brother.

Robert finally didn't find a suitable reason to stop Jenkins's move, but fortunately he was still looking for a suitable apartment, so this would not happen this week.

The whole family came to Jenkins' bedroom that night, sitting on his bed, leaning against the bookshelf, or cross-legged on the bed, quietly listening to Jenkins read the story he wrote.

Until many years later, Jenkins also felt that this was the warmest night in his life.

In addition to being regularly taken to the hospital by the elusive Captain Binsey to treat patients with strange wounds, Jenkins also developed the habit of going to church to pray regularly.

This not only represents his transformation from a "wild boy" image, but also reasonably explains the reason for frequent visits to the church-although most of the time he entered from the back door.

In the church, you can occasionally meet Bishop Palod talking to ordinary believers. In addition to handling daily parish affairs, he spends most of his time in the prayer hall or in the library open to believers on the side of the church.

"I read the fairy tales you wrote, which are very interesting, but your grammar and handwriting need to be improved."

The old man highly praised Jenkins's behavior of relying on books to seek independence, which is the highest quality that the goddess's believers should have!

I don't know whether he heard about Jenkins' relocation plan from old William or his father. He even offered to lend Jenkins some gold pounds, but was rejected by Jenkins with a wry smile.

"When I can't pay the steam bill for my apartment, I will ask you for help."

The matter of the evil spirit in the hospital was completely shelved. Although the appearance of Jenkins enabled the injured gifted to recover quickly, the church still did not find a way to fight the evil spirit after making many efforts.

Jenkins once suspected that it was an unrecorded [weird thing], but Captain Binsey denied it.

"It has all the characteristics of an evil spirit... Moreover, we already have an octopus and a little girl selling flowers. Norland City shouldn't be so unlucky that three out-of-control monsters appear at the same time, right?"

Jenkins was very skeptical about this, but he could only pray to the goddess, hoping that the team of gifters who went out to sea would come back soon, or that the support from the capital could solve their own troubles quickly.

Section 42 Chapter 41 The Ice Messenger

August is called the "Month of Craftsmen and Rain" for a reason. The continuous rain has not stopped since this week. This is the rainy season in Norland City. The moist air from the sea will bring a wet period to the whole city.

However, the air quality in the city did not turn better because of the rain. On the contrary, the damp smell of soil and the pungent smoke made pedestrians on the road hurried and unwilling to stay outdoors for a long time.

"I heard that the kingdom is going to introduce the "Air Quality Monitoring and Protection Act."

There were few guests in the morning, so Dad sat in an antique rocking chair beside him and picked up a newspaper to read while Jenkins was copying the tadpole text.

The rocking chair was also a fake. Jenkins saw his father buy it for 3 shillings.

"It should have been issued long ago, but I believe that the factory owners, capitalists and nobles who own shares will definitely not compromise so easily."

Jenkins answered without raising his head.

"I think so too. Those guys who should go to hell only care about money. By the way, I like the word "capitalist" you just used."

Jenkins' attention was still on the tip of the pen. He asked casually: "Hell? Really exists..."

Dingling~

The bell at the door rang, and both of them frowned and looked at the door. In this kind of ghost weather, who would come to the antique shop so early.

"Oh~"

They immediately raised their hands, and saw that the stranger who appeared at the door was wearing a pair of black rain boots and a dark brown long windbreaker that wrapped his whole body.

At this time, he took off the exaggerated hat on his head that covered his face with one hand, and held a revolver in the other hand.

"Senat revolver, 10mm caliber, primer/fire impact, spiral chamber, single shot."

The money and time spent in the [Mr. Ink Club] were not wasted. Jenkins recognized the gun in the man's hand at a glance. This pistol is enough to kill an adult man at such a close distance, but it can only fire single shots.

"What do you need? We give you money, don't shoot!"

The old man asked in a panic.

Of course, this is pretending. Jenkins knew that the old man had the habit of carrying a gun with him after the last accident. And compared to Jenkins, he is a real sharpshooter and quick shooter.

Jenkins huddled in the counter and carefully transferred what he was copying under the counter, and the man with the gun obviously didn't notice this.

"On the day of the fire in the dock area, were you the last people to see Brown?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the old man and Jenkins were all stunned. But fortunately, the church had dealt with everything from beginning to end for that day.

"I'm not sure, but he was still alive when we met him, and the damn fire happened after we left. Oh, sir, please don't point the gun at me, I'm too old and my heart is not feeling well."

"Did he mention anything to you?"

The man with the gun kicked the door of the store and walked forward a few steps. His black rain boots left a trail of muddy footprints on the ground that Jenkins had just swept.

"No, you can't use the Explosion Spell here!"

Jenkins denied his bold idea in his heart, and his father was still acting