The Master of the Strange Realm

"Which one is it?"

"Oh, sir, this is just 'heard'. No one can explain the specific things except the Zhengshen Church. This incident also led to the place being frequently visited by some gifted ones after that, and the church couldn't bear it and organized In one operation, at least ten unlucky guys who wanted to try their luck were arrested. From then on, no one dared to come here at night."

Jenkins snorted, so Mr. Hood chose this place because he was sure that no one would guess that someone else was so bold.

Everyone who attended the party arrived late or late. Jenkins felt some relief that no one seemed to have lost their lives as a result of what had been happening so frequently lately.

As usual, everyone exchanged information one by one. There was nothing new for Jenkins this time, and everything everyone discussed was what happened on the 31st or the chaos of the previous week.

Mr. Black Cat said a lot. He seemed to have gone to the front line of the battle and obtained some intelligence. He described the details of the witches launching a ritual to summon the hanging shadows in such detail, as if he was present at the scene.

The others probably had the same idea, so they subconsciously moved a few steps to the side.

This time the exchange of information took longer than before. After all, too many things happened in Nolan City during this period. And Mr. Black Cat told everyone that he was ready to leave here.

Although there are some benefits to the frequent occurrence of things, he still thinks that his life is more important. Therefore, this is the last time Mr. Black Cat attends everyone's party.

As for the so-called New God believers, everyone has the same opinion. No one now doubts the authenticity of the existence of this group of people. The focus of the discussion is who they are.

Mr. Hood believes that the believers of the New God should be extremely high-level non-registered gifters, and there should be no close connection with each other. Compared to a church with a clear organizational structure, they seem to be directly taking orders from the false god.

Considering that the New God appeared not long ago, it is understandable that the number of his followers is sparse.

Jenkins did not participate in the subsequent trading sessions. Except for items that were inconvenient to carry, such as a fruit plate, a walking stick, and a Ouija board, all his belongings were dumped in the water pool under the tree, and he did not have much cash on him. The only valuable things were the three ashes, because at that time, considering that he was going to enter the pool, he didn't throw them away.

But no one at the party was interested in this thing, and Miss Magic even showed some fear. Come to think of it, she was really hunted down that day.

After the party, Mr. Hood announces that the next time and place will be calculated from the date of the next snowfall. Winter in Nolan never lacks precipitation, so there is no need to worry about long intervals.

When the bell tower rang twelve times in a row, everyone left by drawing lots. Jenkins was lucky to be the first one, but he did not leave immediately after carrying the cat to the alley, but waited quietly.

Fifteen minutes later, Miss Magic also appeared.

"What do you want from me?"

She looked very alert, while Jenkins stood behind a pile of wooden boxes and she refused to take a step inside the alley.

"There are indeed some things... Why are you so cautious? We are acquaintances. Are you still worried that I will harm you?"

"I know nothing about you followers of the New God."

Sure enough, she guessed it and guessed the lie that Jenkins spun.

He shrugged and took two steps towards the woman. Although she flinched a little, she did not step back. Since Miss Magic did not reveal to the people at the gathering just now that the two had met in the Evergreen Forest, it meant that she was not as fearful and frightened as she appeared now.

"I have something big to do recently, and I may not be able to attend the next party in time, so if I really don't show up, please inform me of the time of the next party. Just use the communication method used during our last transaction. ”

"What are you going to do again?"

she asked nervously.

"It won't involve you... don't do this, I mean, although I don't know your true identity, this matter will not involve ordinary citizens. Now please tell me, do you agree? ?”

The woman was silent for a while: "Okay."

"That's good."

He smiled, comforted the yawning cat, and thought of one more thing when he turned to leave:

"One more thing, there is something wrong with the ritual you were entrusted to repair last time."

"There can't be a problem."

When talking about this issue, she suddenly became much tougher:

"There's absolutely no way there's a problem."

"No, no, no, ma'am, don't be so excited."

The man stretched out his hand and pressed down, "Your repair was very successful, but it was a little too successful."

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Chapter 413 Chapter 407 Ancient Ritual

"The ritual is very easy to use, far beyond my expectation. The effect now seems to be much better than what I described. To use an analogy, the effect I know is like a pebble, and the effect you have after repairing it is ours The three-story well-decorated building next to me.”

"Of course."

Miss Magic sounded a little proud: "I searched for some information and found out that the ritual was based on the divine descending ritual of the 14th era. But I happen to know a little about it, so I can achieve better results."

"God's descending ceremony?"

As he asked, he felt that the current effect seemed to be really similar to the projection of a god.

"Yes, although the great gods can choose the time and space when they come, their power is unimaginable to mortals. But in very ancient times, it was far more difficult for gods to come to the material world than it is now, and I don't know the reason. "

She cleared her throat and said again:

"Looking through the records of gods and saints in the Zhengshen Church, we can also find some clues. The initial divine descending required a mortal body that was at least level 8 and had three sets of very complex chain abilities. These three sets of chain abilities It has long been lost because it is not practical, but one theory is that mastering them simultaneously in the modern era can allow the gods to descend directly without using any ritual aids.”

"What chain ability?"

Jenkins enjoys learning these interesting rumours.

"Mr. Candle, you are very lucky. I happen to know the names of two of them: [Energy Body] and [My God is Here]!"

Hearing the familiar phrase, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression immediately changed.

He didn't even notice when Miss Magic left. He just kept thinking about where she got the chain ability traded from Hathaway.

That deal was one of the few that Jenkins lost money on, so the memory is very vivid. If it were any other ability, he wouldn't behave like this, but it's no joke when it comes to gods.

"Where on earth did she get that chain?"

With such questions, he hurriedly left from the other side of the alley.

There was one more thing that needed to be done tonight, so he changed his appearance several times and put the cat in his arms to let it rest for a while.

It was now close to one o'clock in the morning, and only police patrols were still strolling on the streets. There are no lights in the city, only the biting cold wind blowing through the alleys makes strange sounds.

Tonight is the time for [Witch's Kiss] to be delivered. Since the three ashes cannot be sold, he now plans to use the money from selling the medicine for future travels. Although the church has arranged for his board and lodging, he cannot be reimbursed for purchasing souvenirs.

I don’t know who the buyers Miss Miller contacted were who would actually agree to deliver the goods at such a late date. The transaction location is also in the city, which is a large warehouse near the dock area. In this month before the freeze period began, a large number of goods were shipped out by sea, leaving many warehouses idle.

Fortunately, it's not far from St. George's Street, so I can get home quickly after the transaction.

While walking on the road, I thought Nolan was unusually quiet at night in early winter, but after getting into the alley, I realized that there were quite a lot of chaotic people.

In addition to drunken drunkards, some ulterior secret gatherings, private meetings, and contraband transactions all take place during this time. Jenkins even accidentally interrupted the conversation of the two Gifters, but luckily he ran faster.

Emerging from the alley, the cold wind howled through the street. A row of low warehouses could be seen in the distance. The man leaned his back against the brick wall and took out his lady's pocket watch.

"There's still half an hour, I'm early..."

Jenkins would never arrive early for a transaction with a stranger. Out of caution, he walked around the warehouse and even let the chocolate go to see if there was anyone on the roof.

It can be seen that Chocolate is on the verge of getting angry, and it is time for it to sleep. There's reason to believe that if he doesn't get home within an hour, Jenkins will need to fight the cat's paws.

After going around in a circle and returning to the alley, I didn't expect that there was a dark and thin young man standing against the wall. He was hunched over not knowing what he was doing there, but like Jenkins, he was surprised by the sudden appearance.

"Ordinary people."

This put Jenkins at ease.

"Hi~"

The young man greeted awkwardly, pinching a sparkling cigarette in his right hand, and waving a rough-made cigarette case in his hand towards Jenkins with his left hand: "Sir, do you want a cigarette? This is a good product, it's only a pound elsewhere. You can exchange it for Wusi, it’s cheaper here.”

As he spoke with a beaming expression, a puff of light yellow smoke came out of his mouth.

Jenkins frowned, and after the crisp sound of the safety bolt being pulled open, he raised the pistol:

"roll!"

"Oh, don't shoot!"

The dark and thin young man threw away the cigarettes and cigarette cases in his hands, and even pulled out the afterimage when he raised his hands: "Sir, just say whatever you want, but don't shoot!"

"roll!"

He repeated impatiently.

The young man with his hands raised sneered and stepped back step by step. When he finally reached the alley, he suddenly twisted his body and fled towards the other side of the street.

"There really is everyone."

Jenkins was thinking in his mind, and stepped forward to stamp out the burning cigarette butt with the sole of his boot: "You are so unethical, what should I do if it causes a fire?"

He turned around and wanted to leave, but stopped, squatted down and picked up the cigarette case. After pulling it open, what appeared in the moonlight were five white cigarettes lying quietly.

The color of the cigarette paper is really pure white, which can even be compared with the document paper used in church offices.

He hesitated for a moment, then ignited a flame in his hand and burned all these things. Although they were valuable, Jenkins didn't need to be a cigarette dealer; there were many other ways for him to earn gold pounds.

After standing in the cold wind for another twenty minutes, I walked into the warehouse in a hurry. Most of the traders had the same idea as Jenkins, and the seven or eight women arrived within two minutes of him.

Yes, all the traders are women, two of them are gifters, and the rest are all ordinary people.

When Miss Miller contacted the buyer, she had already agreed on the price. A small bottle is about half a pint (about 284.13 ml) and sells for £20. Jenkins didn't even bother to calculate how many times the profit had increased. The price even made him think about moving to Shire City.

Chapter 414 Chapter 408 The Dream of the Ancient God

But fortunately, Jenkins is the kind of person who hates changes in his life. At least until Nolan City is completely destroyed, he will never have the idea of ​​moving elsewhere.

The women buying medicine didn't say anything and covered their faces with hoods and other clothing. They just took out rolls of banknotes and exchanged them for glass bottles from Jenkins. But based on the physical characteristics when walking and the faint smell of perfume on their bodies, it can be judged that they are all wealthy aristocratic girls and ladies.

In fact, those who can afford this thing can't possibly have no money.

In this transaction, 23 bottles were sold, and the harvest in one night was about the same as a small house in downtown Nolan. After handing over the last bottle of potion, he stood there waiting for the women to leave, and then walked to the street.

"What on earth am I doing~"

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. A few days ago, I was still fighting the cultists for the peace of the city, but in the blink of an eye, I became a businessman selling contraband late at night.

"Forget it, just take it if you have the money."

If there's one thing that's still bothering Jenkins after last week's events, it's the man who showed up in the end and attempted to attack him with a pistol.

The church investigated the identity of the body while Jenkins was in coma, and even invited Miss Audrey to perform a divination on the body. Surprisingly enough, there were no clues at all.

This person seemed to appear out of thin air. There was no trace of him locally. The divination was blocked by strange powers. He tried channeling but could not find his soul.

But at least the church is convinced that he is not a believer in the New God, nor is he a member of any illegal organization that has been active locally recently. The secret keeper seemed to have found some strange traces on the body, but the details were unclear.

Wednesday was supposed to take Miss Bevanna's fighting class, but in order to attend Mr. Hood's party in time, Jenkins had to excuse that he was too tired, so the class was moved to Thursday.

The place where the two trained was at a training ground underneath the church. The place was scary and empty. Since Miss Bevanna wanted to use it, no one dared to go down during this period.

The first session of training started with a physical fitness test, which was not a problem for Jenkins. In fact, although the specific function of [Immortal] is still unclear, after waking up that day, I clearly felt that my body was growing stronger.

In order to arrange the subsequent training sessions, the physical fitness test lasted all night, and it was not until the early morning that Miss Bevanna announced the end of the first session.

At the end, she found two soft cushions and taught Jenkins a set of extremely weird dance-like moves.

This set of movements does not require the body to assume a posture that violates human body functions, but every time it is repeated, you can clearly feel fatigue coming from all parts of the body.

Miss Bevanna did it all over smoothly, and after Jenkins repeated it completely on his own, he was panting as if he had just fought with chocolate over the bath.

"Sorry what is this?"

he asked as he lay on the cushions, not wanting to sit up at all.

"At least before the 13th Era, various powerful alien creatures were still active in the material world. Gifters relied on abilities, and ordinary people also had their own methods. Some ancient families also inherited some fighting skills, but in fact they all Rely on extraordinary medicine and long-term training to maximize your body’s capabilities.”

"I have never heard of these things, and Dad never talked about them."

"Of course."

Miss Bevanna reached out to Jenkins and pulled him up:

"No matter how powerful ordinary people are, they are just ordinary people. Coupled with some things that are inconvenient to say, most of these ancient technologies have been lost. The set I taught you is also defective. It was developed by my mother's family. Passed down, I think I should be the only one left to master this set of moves.”

As he spoke, he inadvertently revealed some loneliness.

He woke up the cat lying beside him and walked upstairs along the stone steps side by side. As soon as I arrived at the corridor, I heard a noise coming from the front.

"It's all a dream... wake up soon... hahahaha~"

The sound got closer and closer, and when I turned the corner, I saw Captain Binsi and several team members holding down a middle-aged man who was squirming crazily on the ground.