The Master of the Strange Realm

"Heh~"

He shouted and swung the sword towards the woman. Some green spots were crawling on the sword, leaving a bright green mark in the air during the swing.

"How did you reach level 6?"

The old man clamped the sword with two fingers and broke the sword with a sudden force.

She showed a mocking expression on her face and her voice was unusually hoarse:

"For people like us, although the increase in level means more spirit, more ability, and enhanced ability, it is more important to be familiar with everything about ourselves, rather than blindly improving without caring about anything. Lucky guys, without this understanding, they can still live to this day. I really feel unfair for those who died in my hands in the past."

"Fire!"

The red-haired clown dropped the hilt of the sword and shouted with open arms. The red circle of fire wrapped around the old man, but she was unharmed.

"Haha~ Fire is not used like this."

The old man laughed strangely, and the red-haired clown immediately jumped up with a scream. Orange flames gushed out of the holes on his face. Fortunately, the blue-haired clown arrived in time, otherwise he would have died on the spot.

"Enough, take that thing and go."

The clown shook his head, signaling the injured members behind him not to try to resist.

"It will take some effort for you to kill all of us, and we can't get that thing back. It belongs to you, go!"

"Hehe~"

The old man laughed, waved the mask in his hand at them, turned around and walked towards the exit.

During this process, her back was completely exposed to the enemy, but no one in the circus dared to shoot.

She didn't care about the group of people lying at the door, and deliberately chose the softest belly as a foothold. Unexpectedly, she found a cat here, and she stepped on its tail with an excited expression.

Bang~

The gunshot exploded, and the old man fell backwards. As her body fell to the ground, it turned into dozens of flying bats, but fire from unknown sources erupted from the lying crowd.

The flames wrapped around the bats like the clown's spell just now, and then a cane swept across.

The vines stretched out from the void couldn't wait to surround the mammals that were still on fire in the air. Unlike the previous insertions into the temples, this time they wrapped them all. After a numbing sucking sound, several bat skins fell lightly to the ground.

"The bullet actually worked?"

Jenkins muttered as he got up and picked up the illusory coin and the mask.

"She was injured when she fought us, and after the spiritual shield she used was broken, it couldn't be opened again within ten minutes."

The clown in the distance replied.

"Is this yours?"

Jenkins waved the mask at the circus people, who took a neat step back. He had no intention of possessing this thing yet, although it was exactly the same as the one he got from the museum a few days ago.

"No, it's yours."

Jenkins smiled. Now he wanted to possess it because it was ownerless.

"Gentlemen, oh, and ladies, I am sincerely moved and happy by this fact."

He reached into his pocket for a while, took out two 10-pound notes and waved them at them, bent down and put them on the ground, and then left with his cat.

Chapter 436 Chapter 430 Grandma Caroline

"We..."

The young magician couldn't wait to speak until the stranger completely disappeared at the entrance. Compared with the other members of the group, he was obviously more immature, and there were even two pimples on his young face.

"Jason, that thing is too dangerous. It's good for us to throw it away."

Because his face was covered with oil paint, the expression of the blue-haired clown could not be seen.

"Why not leave Beldiran? It's too dangerous here."

The lion suggested in a dull voice, and the tamer quickly agreed.

The blue-haired clown looked at his members. Almost everyone except the magician was injured.

"Okay, we've been performing in the capital for a week, so it's not abrupt to leave. Now we have to decide where to go? Should we go to Sinkville City in Rodburg County as planned, or go further away?"

"Go further away. The woman just now must be level 7 or even level 8. The man after that is even more terrifying. I can't even understand what effect his ability has. This place is really terrifying..."

The gorgeously dressed dancer suggested, patting her overly plump chest. But no one except the magician was in the mood to appreciate this scene.

The clown thought for a while. They were a group of people who had no fixed place to live. They would not feel reluctant to leave a city, but they had to choose the next destination well...

"Then let's go to Nolan. It's far enough and it's also the second largest city in the kingdom. There will be no shortage of citizens who like circuses. Although there was a plague a few days ago, it has been effectively resolved. Yes, my members, the next stop is Nolan City. Forget about the dangerous things in Beldiran!"

Not mentioning the circus that was extremely uninformed, Jenkins quickly found Grandma Caroline after walking out of the tent.

She had a dispute with a roadside merchant over the price of a potato, and the quarrel could be heard from across the street. Jenkins noticed this from a distance and spotted the brown pearl flowers at a glance.

"Hello, are you Ms. Hill Caroline?"

While two gentlemen passing by were trying to dissuade the potato seller, Jenkins hurried forward to ask.

"Who are you?"

The old man asked suspiciously, with a strong sense of distrust in his tone. This is understandable considering she was recently swindled out of a large amount of money by a scammer.

"I am Audrey... I am a friend of Miss Guinevere Catherine Eisenach, and she entrusted me to visit you."

That name was Miss Audrey's real name. When she was still learning dance from Mrs. Carolli, she naturally did not use "Audrey" as her name.

"Here's her letter!"

After taking out Miss Audrey's letter again, Grandma Caroline finally believed his identity.

Helping the old man carry the basket of potatoes, the two walked through the alleys of the city and returned to the alley in the slums. The police gentlemen and the bodies there were gone, but there were still black marks on the ground.

Seeing Jenkins staring at the blood stains in the corner, Granny Caroline, who was slowly getting the keys, said:

"That's human blood. Someone probably died here again. Young man, this is nothing new. Looking at your dress, I bet you a bottle of gin that you have never lived in a place like this."

"Yes."

He suspected that Granny Caroline was reminding him that she visited the old man without bringing any gifts.

Since it was an apartment shared by many people, when the door was opened, the foyer was filled with strange smelling clothes and shoes.

The two of them walked up the creaking old wooden stairs in a spiral, with the smell of rotten wood in their noses. On the door of the room closest to the stairs on the second floor, there were some skull-like plaster decorations hanging on the door, which changed Jenkins's feeling about this place.

"Old Scorpius's, he's a weirdo."

Mother-in-law Carolyn murmured and continued walking upward with Jenkins. Her room was on the innermost side of the third floor. There was just an umbrella lying in front of the door, but other than that it was very clean.

There was no peculiar smell in the old man's apartment as Jenkins imagined, and the decoration and furniture display in the living room also seemed very tasteful. Jenkins likes the decoration on her wall cabinet, which is a robot made of polished screw rods. There are three pieces in total, all in different poses.

Grandma Caroline also has a cat. Although the owner has not been home for several days, she has not been hungry. It was a female cat with snow-white fur. Compared with Chocolate, her body was particularly slender and larger. It has a pair of beautiful eyes. When Jenkins walked in the door behind her mother-in-law Caroline, it was standing on the dining table and seemed to be very interested in chocolate.

"Is your cat a male?"

Grandma Caroline asked suddenly.

"No, it's a female cat."

The old man immediately lost interest in chocolate.

She searched in the kitchen for a long time before making a cup of tea and bringing it to Jenkins. Jenkins didn't care about the quality of the tea, but the cup didn't seem clean.

He politely picked it up and took a sip, then stopped moving.

"Isn't it too dangerous for you to live in a place like this?"

Seeing that there was no other topic to talk about, he started with what happened recently. After returning to Nolan City, I must report to Miss Audrey about Granny Caroline's living situation, so I need to know more about her.

"It's a bit dangerous, but as long as you don't go out after the sun goes down, and don't get close to windows or doors, you'll be fine...unless someone uses a steam bomb in a place like this."

"Would anyone do that?"

"I remember that there was indeed an explosion last year, but it was not a bomb, but a steam pipe in the alley. After that night, all the residents on the first floor of the building were replaced."

Neither sadness nor joy could be heard, it seemed like he was just quietly stating a simple fact.

"Have you considered moving somewhere else? I think it shouldn't be difficult to find an apartment with a similar rent to here."

He suggested that it was impossible to imagine living here.

"I'm used to it here."

Grandma Caroline waved her hand: "Besides, I am no longer young and do not have the energy to adapt to a new life. It is very good here...Tell me about Guinevere. Although we We correspond every year, but the last time I saw her was at the harvest celebration ten years ago.”

Miss Audrey did not tell Jenkins what kind of job she should be in the eyes of ordinary people, and Jenkins did not understand Granny Caroline's understanding of Miss Audrey. In order to prevent her true identity from being exposed, Jenkins could only pretend that he was just an ordinary friend of Miss Eisenach and was helping deliver the letter because he was on his way.

But Granny Caroline obviously didn't believe this statement.

Chapter 437 Chapter 431 City Experience

Neither of them had lunch yet, so Granny Carolyn invited Jenkins to stay and eat some. She was not polite, but really enthusiastic. Seeing that the apartment was really deserted, Jenkins agreed to stay.

There was also an episode in the middle. The cat raised by Grandma Caroline looked at the chocolate for a while, and suddenly started to tremble all over. It hid under the bed and refused to come out no matter how much it was called. This confused both of them because the white cat looked very healthy.

Lunch was stewed potatoes, the same basket of potatoes that Jenkins helped carry back. It's not delicious, but it's still edible.

Grandma Carolyn probably hadn't interacted with anyone of Jenkins' age for too long, and she kept talking even during meals. She is a native of Belduran and has lived in this city all her life. Therefore, after hearing that Jenkins came to the local area for tourism, she also recommended some small shops and attractions to him.

She was even able to describe the situation of local gangs to Jenkins in a decent manner, but the authenticity is unknown.

Then, for some reason, the conversation strayed into local legends. It was nothing at first, and Jenkins wanted to know more to broaden his horizons, but Granny Carolyn quickly mentioned something related to him:

"When I was young, there were more old stories than today, such as Clement's Seven Masks. This story frightened Guinevere at the time."

"Can you tell me a little bit?"

He said while stroking Chocolate, while Chocolate looked at the trembling white cat under the bed with half-lidded eyes.

"I haven't told this story for a long time. Let me think about it..."

She thought about this for half a minute, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped her forehead:

"Oh, the story starts a long time ago. In the era without steam, life was much harder than it is now, and there were no such big cities. Clement was a legendary bandit leader who specialized in robbing pedestrians and merchants passing by. , legend has it that before the Church of the Sage annihilated them, Clement hid all his treasures and used seven masks as keys. Whoever can find those masks can find the treasure. "

There are many details in the story, but what frightened Miss Audrey in her childhood was the description of Craven's killing and cannibalism. Jenkins really doesn't understand why stories told to children include these contents.

"I think there are such legends everywhere, robbers and treasures... Hehe~ I heard that a writer who won a grand prize recently also wrote a story like this. Hmm~ They are all based on the wisdom of ancient people. It’s not very impressive.”

Jenkins rolled his eyes, thinking it was a smart move not to reveal his identity just now.

"The story I told is true. I mean, it's partially true."

"oh?"

Grandma Caroline was very satisfied to see the surprise on Jenkins' face, so she continued:

"A few years ago...probably thirteen years ago, people discovered the remains of an ancient city on the hills north of Beldiran, and a mask was found among them. Later it was thought to be that of Clement In the treasure story, the prototypes of the seven masks are stored in the royal treasury.”

With that said, she stood up and walked to the bedroom, rummaged around for a while, and came back with a black mask:

"Young man, if you want to bring some commemorative items to your friends, this is a good idea. Nowadays, small commodity stores in the city sell masks like this. The pattern on it is exactly the same as the one that was exhibited 13 years ago. ”

Jenkins looked down at the masks and compared the two he had unexpectedly obtained.

"They are exactly the same...couldn't those two be souvenirs?"

He himself thought this idea was ridiculous. Maybe the guys who were collecting masks had a special identification method. But he did not intend to participate in this, but decided to hand in the mask when he returned to the church. Maybe some of the treasure could be given to him after the treasure was discovered:

"I'm going back to Nolan City on Monday. This matter will definitely not involve me!"

That Saturday afternoon, Jenkins thought confidently.

The visit at Caroline's mother-in-law's house lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon. The old man was probably a little tired, so Jenkins promptly asked to leave.

She still wanted to keep Jenkins for dinner, but Jenkins politely refused. Even so, he still planned to say goodbye before going to the train station on Monday. Since he had to go through the entire city from the church to the train station, it was considered a convenient way.

Grandma Caroline took Jenkins to the exit of the alley before going back. Jenkins stood at the intersection and stared at the city. He hesitated for a while and felt that it was still early, so he did not return to the church immediately.

Although from an economic level, the Royal Capital of Belduran is not much better than Nolan, but from a cultural level, the Royal Capital is definitely better. Even Jenkins, who doesn't like sightseeing, can find fun here.

He walked with chocolates and passed the classical Tower Bridge. They fed the white pigeons raised by the [All Things and Nature] Church in the square for a while. They walked through the alleys and bought some interesting souvenirs in inconspicuous shops. From a distance, I saw the honor guard of the royal family traveling.

"I can replace him."