The Master of the Strange Realm

Bishop Strick specifically asked Jenkins if he needed an escort, whether he needed to be accompanied or secretly protected, but he was rejected by Jenkins.

"I'm just a tourist, walking around the city. There's no danger."

There are two things you need to do before starting the tour. Among them, the Tiegel Museum mentioned by the professor is closer, so this is the first destination.

The Tiegel Museum is a distinctive private museum with an interesting collection of pre-epochal objects. The museum's fees are not expensive, and you can visit it at 1 shilling and 7 pence. More importantly, adult tickets and children's tickets are the same price, but there are no cat tickets.

Since it was a tourist visit, Jenkins was in no hurry to contact Professor Burns' friends. He stood curiously next to the display cabinet and looked at the mottled antiquities. This era had lasted for nearly 2,000 years, so the items in the display cabinet were at least 2,000 years ago.

There are almost no people in the museum. After turning left from the entrance, there is a curved corridor with a wall full of black and white photos on one side and some decorative paintings on the other side.

"Keep your paws off."

He whispered a warning to the chocolate on his shoulder, then took off his hat and raised his cane to look up at the photo. This is obviously an excavation site, but the exact time and place of the shooting cannot be determined.

He walked closer to the wall, stood on tiptoes, raised his head with squinted eyes, and looked at the annotation text at the top.

[1823, excavation site of Kedru ruins]

"Krud's ruins? Dad seems to have told me about this..."

He whispered to himself, and only remembered when his eyes came to the blurred slate in the photo.

"Yes, there is a faceless monster from the 15th era sealed in the deepest part of this ruins. It was a creature far beyond the level of human life. All the archaeologists who discovered it went crazy, and a few members escaped. The church pursued him and even established a secret sect to worship the monster. This sect is still active in the southernmost part of the continent. "

For Jenkins more than half a century later, this is a pretty interesting thing. It is difficult to see such advanced beings with real spiritual pollution and intellectual pollution in the material world. Although they are fatal to humans, Jenkins believes that this is very helpful for him to find a way to improve his life level.

He carefully observed the old photos and thought about how many of the happy and smiling men in the photos could survive to this era.

Chocolate is not very interested in these things. From time to time, he rubs Jenkins' neck with his tail hair to ask him to quickly go to other places to take a look.

This private museum is quite large and is divided into two floors. The second floor, which is not open to visitors, is the archives and reference room.

In this era, there were no regulations for putting fakes on display in order to protect cultural relics. After all, everyone paid. Therefore, many antiquities are very valuable in Jenkins' opinion.

Since he studied with his father, he is half a student of archeology, but most of his methods of evaluating cultural relics are through valuation.

Chapter 427 Chapter 421 Mask and Pistol (2/10)

In the distant era, there was also a brilliant civilization, and there is even sufficient evidence to prove that the steam industry was definitely not the first time it appeared on this land.

The decline and ups and downs of ancient civilizations are a huge mystery to people of this era. People like Professor Burns have dedicated their lives here.

There are not many remnants of civilization that can withstand the test of time, so if you look at too many, you will inevitably feel the same. He soon discovered a huge carved stone slab. The main body of the slab was a man with his right hand raised in the air, and there were some people kneeling around him who could not see their faces clearly.

There were some writings on the slate, but Jenkins couldn't even tell which civilization they belonged to.

The most important thing is that among the scratches on the stone slab that represent the starry sky, there is only one moon.

"Would you be interested in this, Baron Williamt?"

Turning around, an old gentleman wearing round glass glasses was standing behind him, looking up at the stone slab standing by the wall.

"Are you...Mr. Teagle?"

Mr. Tiegel is the owner of the museum. He is a very wealthy businessman and one of Professor Burns's friends and research patrons.

"Yes, welcome to Beldiran, you look as young and handsome as Cosmo said."

Cosmo was Professor Burns's name, and since it was rarely mentioned, Jenkins was confused for a second before he figured out who he was referring to.

"You deduce from this that I am Jenkins Willamette?"

"No, young man. My basis is this morning's newspaper. The photo of you and the Queen is on the front page."

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, yes, yes."

He shook his head awkwardly, and then looked at the stone slab again.

"Excuse me, which era is this stone slab from? It looks so perfectly preserved."

"This was found in the ruins of the 16th Era."

Jenkins was stunned. How could there be only one moon in the sky in the 16th Epoch?

"But the content inside is clearly not from that era."

Tigre took a step forward and stood next to Jenkins: "Cozmo told me in the letter that you are also engaged in the antique industry, so you can definitely see that the style of the stone slab carvings is definitely not the sixteenth century, and it does not even resemble It is the artistic style of the 15th century. It is older, rougher and more primitive, so we speculate that this should be a copy of the original stone slab that we have not yet discovered by someone in the 16th century.”

He smiled and added: "Stone is an information carrier that is easily affected by the air, so the one in front of us was also carved according to the one I excavated three years ago. Some things are not suitable for public viewing. Exhibiting them in front of others is not to deceive, but to better preserve them.”

Jenkins also agrees with this point. The fakes displayed in Dad's store are also because most genuine products need to be preserved more carefully.

Jenkins nodded, "Sir, when do you think the content of the tablet was formed? Eleventh century? Or earlier."

"Hahaha, it seems that your archaeological skills are really good. Most people would not imagine that it comes from such an ancient era."

In fact, Jenkins' inference was based on a 13th-century occult material he had seen, which explained in detail the impact of double moons on starry sky rituals. Therefore, the era of a single month in the sky must be earlier than that point in time.

"I can't answer your question, young man. There are too many unknowns in the ancient times, but that's why they are so fascinating."

He took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on, then pushed open the fence surrounding the stone slabs. Carefully rubbing the words on the slate with your fingers, your eyes seemed to be shining.

Mr. Tigger also invited Jenkins to visit his private collection, which contained antiques worth thousands of pounds. There were no special items here, but Jenkins was still interested in seeing them, and kept thinking about how much premium he could sell these things for.

Professor Burns asked Jenkins to pick up a lot of information. After Mr. Tiegel wrapped them in brown paper, they turned out to be almost 4 inches thick (about 10.16 centimeters).

Taking the thick package of documents, before leaving the museum, Tiegel also gave Jenkins a mask with a weird artistic style as a gift.

The main color of the mask is deep black, with three irregular round holes of similar size dug out for the eyes and mouth. Two dots were painted with disgusting dark green on the cheeks, and then three circles of trembling ripples spread out from the center.

This is also an ordinary object, and in Jenkins' opinion it is quite ugly. He originally wanted to refuse, but the old gentleman's enthusiasm was too high.

He walked out of the museum door with the document in hand. He originally thought that it was just a few pages that could be stuffed into his pocket, and it would not affect the teacher who would visit Miss Audrey next. But in this situation, it was impossible for him to visit other people's homes with the package. He could only find a carriage to return to the church.

After walking two streets, I didn't see any idle carriages. I looked around and entered an alley to take a shortcut out of this pedestrian street.

The alleys here are as narrow and dirty as the alleys in Nolan City. The densely packed pipes on the walls make the already narrow gaps even smaller.

He had to watch his feet carefully before he dared to take a step because there was some excrement on the ground. The splendor of the city will never have anything to do with these places where the sun cannot shine. After all, it is meaningless to spend gold pounds to manage this place.

Just as he reached the middle of the alley, a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker came from the front entrance. He had a large hooked nose, and the collar of the windbreaker was turned up to cover most of his face.

Jenkins slowed down because the man stopped and looked directly at him.

Looking back, a stranger was walking behind me. It was a young man with a scholarly temperament, wearing a dark gray hat. If Jenkins remembered correctly, he was a visitor he had just passed by in the museum.

"What do you want from me?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked, and the chocolate on his shoulder made a threatening meow in response.

These two people are ordinary people and have no special items on them. But still, don't let down your guard, they are likely to have pistols.

While he was thinking about it, the two people in front and behind actually raised their pistols at the same time.

Chapter 428 Chapter 422 Immortality (3/10)

"Hand over your stuff."

"Oh, please don't do that, gentlemen. If you want anything, just ask."

He raised his hands, and the package he had been carrying fell to the ground along with his cane.

"It's not this, it's that."

The middle-aged man pointed his dark muzzle at the mask on his left hand.

"this?"

He asked doubtfully, then let go and the mask fell at his feet.

"Can I go please?"

Bang~

The gunshot was unexpected, and Jenkins stumbled down. The bullet struck him in the chest, and the force caused him to fall backwards.

"The car rolled over?"

A strong sense of disbelief came to my mind. The original plan was to change the situation of being attacked from both sides before taking action, but I didn't expect that they would dare to kill people without any scruples in a busy city.

"I'm just going to die here?"

Bang~bang~bang~

There were a few more gunshots, and there were a few more blood holes in Jenkins' body as he collapsed on the ground.

The men breathed a sigh of relief, put away their pistols, and moved towards the center to join together. The young one smiled and squatted down, but before his hand touched the mask, another hand held his wrist.

"Ah~"

The flames engulfed him in an instant. The man wrapped in blazing flames actually broke away from Jenkins' hand and rolled crazily on the ground, but the flames showed no signs of weakening.

Jenkins stood up with a sullen face, bent down to pick up the chocolate and put it on his shoulders, and took another look at the clothes with blood holes on his body.

"I almost died. This world is really dangerous."

The middle-aged man was too frightened to lift his legs. He watched helplessly as his companion was burned into a mummy, and some liquid flowed from his trouser legs and splashed onto his black leather shoes.

In his mind, the only people who survived being hit in the heart were the cruel and terrifying monsters hidden in the darkness from his mother's stories when he was a child.

His legs could no longer support his body, and he put his palms on the ground to rub himself backwards, but Jenkins' anger was uncontrollable.

"It was so close..."

He bent down and picked up the pistol, trying to keep his face calm, but his nose was still trembling.

"Almost died."

He pulled out the knife with his left hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun in his right hand firmly at his forehead: "Let me ask you an answer, you only have one chance. First, what are you here to do?"

"I, I, God...ah~"

The knife rubbed some rust on the steam pipe on the wall, then was thrust into his shoulder, and then quickly pulled out.

The middle-aged man's face, twisted with fear, was already occupied by tears and snot.

"If you don't answer, I will burn your body and throw your soul into the deepest hell. I will find your family members one by one, bring back the souls of your dead ancestors, and then desecrate them. I will Curse all your relatives and friends..."

Even in a furious state, he still knows what words are most effective.

"I came here to find that mask, because I saw you taking him away, so I followed you here with Ben, ah~"

Jenkins plunged the knife into his other shoulder again and pulled it out:

"Second question, why did you come to steal the mask?"

"I, I don't know, it was Brother Higgins who asked us to come. God, save me, God, look at me quickly, ah~"

A finger was cut off.

"The third question is, does the museum owner know that his items are being targeted?"

"I don't know. You devil, no, oh..."

This time a piece of flesh was removed from the nose.

"The fourth question, who is Brother Higgins?"

"He's the leader of a gang in the south of the city. He should be at the Black Rose Bar right now. Yes, he's always there. We were originally just doing some smuggled alcohol business, but something happened this time... Oh, thank you, thank you."

he shouted at the top of his lungs as Jenkins dropped the pistol and stood up with the knife.

He raised his free right hand and then pressed it down violently. A huge boulder appeared out of thin air and immediately smashed the man into a pulp.

"Hmph~"

Taking a deep breath, I finally felt calmer.

"do not be afraid."

He wiped the blood from his hand on his clothes, and then began to stroke the kitten on his shoulder.

It gently tapped Jenkins' finger with its paw, and then let out the softest cry since Jenkins adopted it.

The ability of the immortal has finally been clarified, and the effect is simple and clear: immortality. To be more clear, at least one is immortal as long as the body is mostly intact and the spirit is still abundant.

The moment he fell to the ground after being hit in the chest, Jenkins truly felt that there was just a gap in his body, and the spirit was dispersed throughout the body to maintain the survival of life.