The Master of the Strange Realm

He is slightly fat, with a protruding belly. He is wearing a brown vest with silver buttons, and he looks a bit like the bookseller Mr. Bro. According to Jenkins, this person should be a middle-class or even upper-class gentleman with a prosperous life and a successful career.

"What's going on here?"

Miss Bevanna asked with a frown. This is a church and making loud noises is absolutely prohibited. Pressing down with his right hand, the noisy sound immediately disappeared.

"Feel sorry."

Captain Binxi asked the team members to control him, and he straightened his legs and lowered his head to apologize:

"Today is our team's turn for night patrol. We just found him at the intersection of Hamster Lane and Second Steam Avenue. I thought this was A-12-02-4099, so I brought him back."

"Go to the secret keeper and be careful not to let him speak again."

"OK."

He waved his hand and escorted the middle-aged man away.

Jenkins looked back at them with a surprised expression. The middle-aged man did have a black aura on his body.

"A-12-02-4099, Dream of the Ancient God."

Before Jenkins could ask questions, Miss Bevanna took the initiative to introduce them. The two of them did not continue walking, but held on to the railings of the courtyard corridor and looked at the twin moons in the sky:

"This is a strange thing that can be transmitted through the message itself, so it is normal for you not to understand it. It is an extremely weird phenomenon. In fact, even among all the weird things that have been numbered and recorded by the Zhengshen Church, it is the most bizarre phenomenon. Strange."

"Can you explain it in detail?"

Jenkins asked tentatively. Chocolate, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his left eye and looked in the direction where the group of people disappeared just now, and then closed his eyes with peace of mind. .

"Oh, of course, you should also know some information in this regard. After all, the blessings of the sages have always protected you. This is a phenomenon that has no symptoms, but it only affects humans. They claim that they suddenly realized that we The world is unreal. The dream of a great ancient god is all there is to it. The moment the ancient god wakes up, the world will collapse, and the only way to escape the fate of destruction is to believe in that ancient god."

He shook his head with a smile and added:

"They firmly believe in this and tell others their thoughts. And the humans who hear their oral descriptions also have a very low chance of believing and being infected by [Dream of the Ancient Gods]."

Jenkins nodded and smacked his lips:

"So what's the name of the god they call dreamers?"

Chapter 415 Chapter 409 The Funeral of Augustus

"Name? Oh, you believe it too?"

Miss Bevanna asked, tilting her head.

"No, just curious."

This kind of thing cannot be thought about deeply. The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

"Mortals cannot pronounce the true name of God. Once it is pronounced, it will awaken the ancient gods sleeping in the boundless chaos, causing the world to collapse in advance - this is how the infected person of [Dream of the Ancient Gods] explained it. Okay, okay, don't Thinking about this matter again will increase the possibility of you being infected. Do you know that Nolan’s Orthodox Church is going to award you a medal of honor in the next few days to thank you for your help.”

Jenkins nodded again, first looked up at the moon in the sky, then lowered his head and closed his eyes, slowly drawing the square holy symbol of the sage on his chest.

Regardless of whether this world is real or not, Jenkins' life goes on. Since it has been confirmed that we will depart on Monday and stay in Beldiran for at least a week, we must take advantage of the weekend to finish the things at hand.

Mr. Augustus's funeral will be held on Friday and he will be buried with his ancestors in the ruined cemetery.

A portion of the estate was allocated to the maintenance of the cemetery, which was overseen by professional executors, and Jenkins was responsible for supervising the executors.

The number of guests attending the funeral was unexpectedly large, and Jenkins later discovered that most of them were local nobles from Nolan. An ancient local family disappeared, and they needed to witness this moment for whatever reason.

During the funeral, the lawyer led Jenkins to meet with the executors of other parts of Augustus' estate. They all seemed to be upright and reliable gentlemen.

“If they’re not reliable, I’m going to find a way to make them reliable.”

Mr. Augustus had no relatives, so Jenkins, as his "best" friend, had to lead everyone in the chapel to remember this man.

If Dad hadn't shown Jenkins the information about Augustus, the scene might have been very embarrassing.

In short, the surname Augustus can only be seen in historical documents from now on. At the end of his reminiscence, Jenkins talked about the changes of the times, the end of ancient things, and then talked about the disappearance of the "great Augustus family".

His original intention was to explain that nothing is eternal, but except for the invited old priest who looked in agreement, everyone else sitting on the bench had very strange expressions.

Viscount Augustus did not have the financial resources to build a large-scale underground mausoleum. All he owned was a small tomb. The tombstone was chosen by Jenkins. Since the Viscount left no explanation, the words on it were also chosen by Jenkins:

[The last descendant of Augustus, the great survivor. 】

After the funeral, Jenkins was approached by a middle-aged gentleman from Belduran. He was entrusted by the royal family to attend the funeral of the last member of this ancient family. Of course, there was another thing.

"Hello, Baron Willamette, I am Stitch Grant."

He pressed his left hand across his abdomen and stretched out his right hand naturally. At the same time, he drew his right leg back and bowed to Jenkins.

"Hello, Mr. Grant."

Jenkins nodded hesitantly, not understanding why this person was looking for him.

Since the Augustus family has no heirs, the title will naturally be taken back, so the arrival of this person is not unexpected, but he does not seem to have anything to do with Jenkins.

"I am honored to tell you that you have won this year's Rhett Award. On the 22nd of this month, that is, next Thursday, the King will personally award you the award at Cold Spring Palace."

As he spoke, he handed over a white envelope with the sealing wax in the shape of the royal family crest.

"Oh, yes, I haven't been officially notified of this matter yet!"

He understood, thanked softly, and took the envelope. I didn’t open it immediately, but I was still wondering if the letter inside would be rimmed with gold.

The funeral lasted until about three o'clock in the afternoon, and the guests seemed to regard Jenkins as the real heir to the Augustus family fortune, so whenever someone was about to leave, they would have a few words with him.

This gave him the illusion that he was the owner of this place.

In addition to leaving a large sum of gold pounds to Jenkins, Mr. Augustus also left him the land near the cemetery. But the area only has this cemetery and the abandoned cemetery on the other side, and it doesn't have much development value.

As for the manor, it had been entrusted to be auctioned in the will, and the money from the sale was evenly distributed among the servants who still worked in the manor until Mr. Augustus died, and who signed the deed of sale. With this money, they should be able to live a good life.

Jenkins also wondered whether this ancient family might hide some magical items. He told his father about this idea, and his father mocked him unceremoniously:

"If you were born 300 years ago, you might be able to get a bargain. The Augustus family has long since declined, and the manor outside the city is not the ancestral home. If there are no memorials passed down by the family among the relics, then there will be no Nothing more. Young people, one chance to pick up a gold pound from the street is enough, fate will not always favor one person."

All in all, Jenkins was the last person to leave the cemetery after the funeral. Although it has not been completely restored, at least the outer iron fence has been reinstalled and a reliable tombkeeper has been hired.

He stood at the entrance of the cemetery with some regret, sighed, closed the iron gate with his own hands, and then turned and left.

Although he had the Ouija board with him, he was not in the mood to visit the abandoned cemetery now. Walking along the path, boots making a disgusting sound on the mud, you can see Augustus's manor in the distance.

The auction is scheduled for the next week, and Jenkins has asked the bishop to help oversee the execution of the will while he travels. He also had the key here, given by the lawyer, so he greeted the sleepy gatekeeper and pushed the door open.

Although the excuse was to take a walk and breathe fresh air, Jenkins also knew that deep down in his heart, he still had the luck-taking mentality.

Walking along the trail, looking around, I realized that the Kung Fu Garden had been abandoned for a few days. After entering the building, he put the chocolate out and walked around the deserted manor with one person and one cat.

“If this place never sells, maybe there will be strange rumors about it being haunted many years from now.”

He said softly, Chocolate looked up at him, flicked his tail and ignored him. Looking up at the portraits of the Augustus family hanging on both sides of the corridor, he really felt that time was destroying all mortals.

Chapter 416 Chapter 410 Ancient Jewelry

On the wall of the corridor that is separated from the dining room, special dye is used to write the genealogy of the Augustus family on the wall. Jenkins had heard of this item in the Viscount's last recollections, that his father and grandfather had put it up together.

Touching the wall with his hand, starting from the first prominent name on the left side of the corridor, and then to the familiar name at the end, there are no witnesses to all this.

After expressing his bored feelings, the man and the cat continued to wander aimlessly, while Jenkins kept the [Eye of Truth] open.

After coming out of the cellar where food was stored, he remembered that there was an underground library in the manor, where the rubbings of the "Devil's Document" were found.

The underground library is directly below the manor hall, and the entrance is in a guest room. Because it was built so long ago, the mechanism does not use steam equipment, but a relatively primitive gear structure.

The library is not very large. After summoning the starlight ball lighting, you can see everything at a glance while standing on the stone steps going down. What was also seen at the same time was something shining with yellow aura on the wall.

"Are you saying I should take it?"

He asked back to the cat standing at the entrance looking down.

"Meow~"

It's a pity that Jenkins can't understand cat language.

He thought about it and thought that doing so would not harm anyone's interests, and if the next owner here was just an ordinary person, it might bring him some trouble, so he no longer hesitated.

By the intensity of the aura, it can be seen that it is behind the wall. He first used the flame to heat, and then used the Frost Fist to cool down. He concentrated on drawing a chisel in the air with his chanting, and quickly tapped it on the wall. He soon discovered that there was actually a small chisel in the wall behind the bookshelf. square space.

He reached out on tiptoe and groped on the inner wall of the square. After a few minutes, he took out two necklaces, three crowns, a bracelet, seven or eight rings, a dozen gold coins of different styles, and four bracelets.

These things were packed separately in exquisite velvet boxes and wrapped with waterproof oilcloth, so they could still remain shiny even after many years.

These were antiques, the kind of troublesome ornaments that ancient nobles would wear to show their status. Jenkins's target was one of the gold necklaces, which was pendant with a rare black gem inlaid in a honeycomb-like silver shell.

There were some letters engraved on the outer ring of the silver shell, but the light at this time was really hard to see. He drew some blue ink and soaked it, and then used the paper he brought with him to copy the letters.

Under the silver light were some slender ancient characters, which had extremely obvious characteristics of the 10th era. Unfortunately, this kind of text has been lost and no one can translate it.

He stuffed the velvet-lined boxes into his pockets, then gently wiped the gap in the wall, and perfectly filled the gap with the painted part. He didn't have much psychological burden to take these things away, because before the auction house was sealed on Sunday, the manor had no owner legally.

(Chocolate yawns...)

Ding-dong~

The bell rang, and Jenkins, who had paid the fare, pushed open the door of Dad's antique shop.

"Didn't you say you don't need to come? You should prepare more for the next trip."

Dad was wearing a pair of glasses and holding a pencil, sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace and reading some manuscripts. This is the first edition of "Frozen", and Jenkins needs some suggestions from readers.

"The luggage is almost packed, and there are other things."

He took off his hat and threw it on the counter, then put the chocolate on the carpet in front of the fireplace, then looked at the door nervously, and then began to take things out of his pocket.

"Why is it like a thief... Oh, God, you robbed a jewelry store?"

Of course, this is a joke. Jenkins, who just inherited the estate recently, would only do those things if he was crazy.

Dad temporarily put down the novel in his hand, took out his monocle, and leaned over the counter to start identification. These things are genuine, that's for sure, but the fact that their history can be traced back to the 16th era really scared Jenkins.

No matter how much gold and silver jewelry is collected, it is difficult to keep it as bright as new after thousands of years. Therefore, no matter how poor the bankrupt old nobles are, they rarely sell the jewelry handed down from their families unless they are about to starve to death. This is the only place where they can laugh at the "lucky ones" who got rich overnight. This is the real historical heritage.

"Are you short of money now?"

Dad asked an irrelevant question.

"No."

The money earned from selling banned drugs is enough to support the inheritance.

"Then keep it for yourself. Such antiques are hard to find on the market. It is the right thing to do to hold it in your hands and pass it on to the next generation. Besides, you will also need a set when you get married...Okay, okay, I won't mention this matter anymore. Don't show that expression. Also, don't let your cat scratch my carpet again. Now tell me, how did they come? Why does fate always favor you so much?"

There is no need to hide this matter, just tell the truth. Jenkins also took out the black gem necklace and asked his father to help find information.

It is very dangerous to explore the purpose of a spell item by yourself. Since he was forcibly invited to the gem party by rubbing the lid of the pot last time, he never dared to touch such dangerous items easily.

And his father's sense of morality is definitely at the same level as Jenkins. He doesn't think it is wrong to take things from the manor. He just asked him to wait patiently for a few days. He should be able to identify the results before leaving Nolan.

That evening, Jenkins was invited to Miss Audrey's house. Tonight will be his first astrology class, and he almost forgot about it.

Chocolate naturally followed. The maid of Miss Audrey's house also prepared a soft cat bed for it like a baby basket, but Chocolate just liked to lie on the sofa and watch the two of them.

"Although you have to leave Nolan for a while, our divination course cannot be delayed."

"Isn't it astronomy?"

He only dared to think about it in his heart, and sat cross-legged on the carpet like Miss Audrey.

She was wearing a white robe with silver patterns today, and there was also the holy emblem of the Destiny Hermit on the robe. This made the scene look very formal at this time. Jenkins didn't know if his outfit was appropriate. He just put on a brown warm vest over a white shirt as usual.

Chapter 417 Chapter 411 Farewell and Commission

There was a stack of cards between Jenkins and Miss Audrey.

"How much do you know about divination?"

"Not at all."

He told the truth.

"That's good. Then we will start with the most basic. I hope you don't think these contents are boring. History and tracing are the cornerstones of divination."

"That..."