The Master of the Strange Realm

The train trip made Jenkins exhausted, so after sending Hathaway back to her destination, he was ready to go home and rest.

Of course, he did not forget to make an appointment with her to meet again to talk about tonight's events. Although when he appeared, the two hostile people had already gone beyond the stage of introducing their identities and began to fight, the tall and strong gifter would never be an unpremeditated murderer.

"Rest early."

For safety reasons, Jenkins sent Hathaway directly back to Count Hesha's residence.

Both of them stood on the corner of the street, and the horse had been put away because it was too conspicuous in the city.

"Are you going home?"

She lowered her head and asked softly. The shadow covered most of the woman's face, and Jenkins could not judge the other person's thoughts at this time by her expression.

"Yes, the three-day and three-night trip is too tiring. I need enough sleep to recover. God, I already miss my carpet... I mean, I already miss my bed."

"Thank you for saving me tonight."

If it weren't for the old mailbox on the street and the rusty steam pipes crawling on the wall, Jenkins even suspected that he had traveled to a second-rate romantic knight novel.

"Don't say the lines of such second-rate novels, Hathaway, be careful in the future!"

He said his thoughts very honestly: "Good night!"

"Good night!"

The woman raised her head, and her heart was actually struggling. When she finally made up her mind, the man and the cat had disappeared around the corner in front. The winter evening breeze was a bit biting, but it couldn't extinguish the fire that had just ignited in her heart.

Even if Mr. Writer was more tactful, he would have a great chance of having a wonderful night.

"Jenkins."

The tongue pressed against the teeth, and the tail tone trembled a little during the force. This was the first time the red-haired girl pronounced this name in this tone.

She stared at the street for a while, then looked up at the red and blue moons above her head.

"Jenkins."

She whispered again, confused about which moon she loved.

Apart from the sentimental girl, Jenkins was indeed a little tired. After returning home, he washed up hastily, wiped Chocolate's four little paws with a towel patiently, took the quilt and fell down.

He never slept on the sofa, but preferred his floor, so the sofa became Chocolate's sleeping place.

The cat yawned pretentiously, then swung its tail gracefully and slowly lay on its own mat.

It squinted one eye and looked at the man covered with a quilt on the carpet, until it heard the even breathing sound, and then stood up again.

"Meow~"

He called out in a baby voice, stood on the sofa and pricked up his ears to observe the man's reaction, but he really fell asleep.

The cat jumped up and down on the sofa for a while, and when Jenkins really didn't react, it slowly jumped down from the sofa, walked through the living room, and then got out of the small door under the main door of the house.

Nolan City had no rain or snow during the week when Jenkins left, and the ground was very dry. The cat walked slowly onto the lawn, then lowered its head and got out from under the fence of the yard, standing alone on the somewhat empty St. George Street.

Chapter 461 Chapter 455 The Long-lost Antique Shop

The moon was covered by dark clouds that appeared at some point, making the cat's eyes seem to be glowing.

"Meow~"

It called again, but the kitten's voice was very small, and the cat's meow was originally a normal sound under the city night sky.

After calling, Chocolate walked a few steps along the street and finally stopped at the home of Jenkins' neighbor, the widow Mrs. Margaret.

The pregnant widow had not lived here since Jenkins left Nolan City, so there was no light in the house late at night.

The cat blended into the darkness like a shadow, passing through the yard and the door and entering the house.

When it moved here, it had visited this house with Jenkins, but it just stood on the steps in front of the door and did not enter. But Chocolate was quite familiar with the structure of this kind of house, so it had no trouble finding its target, which was the basement of the house.

Unlike Jenkins, who used the basement as a storage room and a medicine laboratory, the basement of Widow Margaret's house was much more spacious. Only Chocolate's amber eyes were glowing in the dark small space. In its eyes, the basement was empty.

"Meow~"

Raising its right front paw and poking in the air, a group of dark spider-web-like chains appeared in the air for a second, and then began to unblock automatically.

After the sound of the chains moving, the environment of the basement changed completely. In the center were some human bones framed together, with green flames burning on the bones. A large black pot was suspended with chains just above the flames. The flames swayed and licked the bottom of the pot, and brown bubbles burst from the surface of the liquid in the pot one by one.

Around the pot, a circle of glowing runes was carved on the flat ground. In the gap between the runes, a tortured skeleton was chained to the ground, and occasionally it would suddenly struggle.

"Meow~"

There seemed to be invisible steps in the air. Chocolate stepped on them and flew above the black pot, and curiously stretched his head towards the pot.

He took a deep breath, and then coughed madly:

"Cough, click..."

It retreated to the wall in disgust, waved its little paws again as before, and everything in front of it disappeared.

Returning to the ground again, he left some hard-to-find paw prints on the wall, climbed up the stairs to the second floor, stood by the bedroom window and took a look at Jenkins' house, and then returned to Jenkins' house without any nostalgia. house. The man was still sleeping quietly on the carpet, with a slight smile on his face.

The cat gently caressed his face with its tail and lay down peacefully on its own soft cushion. I squinted my eyes and secretly looked at him for a few seconds, then closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The world will go on without anyone, and the same goes for Nolan City. During the time that Jenkins left Nolan, the citizens of Nolan City were still going about their lives, and the Benefactors living in this city would not live a peaceful life because of the departure of a certain troublesome vortex.

The Thursday I returned to my dad’s antique store after a long absence was the 22nd of this month. Time always flies by so fast.

"I'm back!"

He pushed open the door and opened his arms with a smile on his face, wanting to surprise his father.

"Oh~"

Dad waved at him impatiently, indicating that he heard him, but he didn't even raise his head.

"When we get back, we'll get to work quickly and sort out the shelves over there."

"Okay, sir!"

Jenkins didn't care about his father's indifference, he was obviously busy with important things. Anyway, as long as he returns to a familiar environment, Jenkins is satisfied.

The flame in the fireplace was burning as it was before leaving, and the rocking chair in front of the fireplace seemed to be in the same position, but the products on the shelves looked a bit unfamiliar. It seemed that the antique store had made several big deals during the week of departure.

It wasn't until almost noon that Dad put down the ancient book that seemed to be falling apart in his hand, carefully placed it in the box, and then started talking to Jenkins.

"Welcome back, Jenkins, you are my pride!"

He is in the same mood as Jenkins was a few hours ago: "How is it, is the journey going well?"

"It went very well, and I also met a friend."

There was no need to mention the strange thing and Mr. Alexander that he encountered when he returned to the city, because he could not explain how he escaped.

luck? No, no, no, if you use this excuse too often, it will be difficult to explain it like this again in the future. After all, the Hermit of Destiny doesn't always fall in love with the same person.

"You should remember going to church in the afternoon. The bishop has been waiting for a long time. He has been in good spirits recently, and I don't know what's wrong..."

"I remember, oh, this is a souvenir for you."

He walked from the shelf to the counter with a small brush in hand, and pushed the package next to the chocolate to Dad.

Dad adjusted his glasses, picked up the small package and weighed it:

"Let me guess, socks? Or scarf?"

"It's a scarf."

"Oh, you are still the same as before."

Dad laughed.

Within a week of leaving this city, the most important thing that happened here was not the ending of the incident on the 31st, nor the follow-up to the great plague, but another incident that affected the entire continent.

Dad also told Jenkins about this matter. The conversation between the two started with the street lights in Belduran City, and then moved to the rumors that gas street lights will be installed in this city. Then Dad brought up the benefactor and the carriage that happened last night. husband's death.

When he talked about this, he patted his head and thought of something important.

"Yes, I have something to tell you. This matter was only delivered from the Holy See to the Diocese of Nolan on Tuesday afternoon. You probably haven't heard about it yet."

As he spoke, he threw the Silence Charm to the floor aside.

"You must have heard of the frequent midnight murders in the past six months, right?"

"Yes."

The matter was also discussed with businessman Suárez Rodríguez while in Beldiran, but no definite conclusion could be drawn at that time.

"So, is there really a madman trying to perform a sacrificial ceremony that encompasses an entire continent?"

"No, no, no, it's simpler than you think. It involves a weird thing."

Chocolate's cat ears twitched.

"The person who learned about this incident was actually a night watchman from the [Sunless Moon]. He belongs to Samor Parish, Zedegol County, Kingdom of Chesland. Earlier last week, the lucky man and his companions We discovered a midnight murderer operating locally, and that murderer was very powerful..."

"What is the level of the benefactor?"

"Oh, don't interrupt Dad!"

Chapter 462 Chapter 456: Mark of Killing

He complained dissatisfiedly about Jenkins' interruption, stood up again, poked the coals of the fireplace with a poker, and then explained:

"Level is not the key. The key is that there is a huge difference in strength between his normal state and his murderous state. This is the fundamental reason why we cannot find clues to these murderers.

In short, after paying several lives, the night watch team still could not find the murderer. Until the lucky night watchman happened to bump into him while patrolling alone and killed him in a one-on-one duel. Guess what happened next? "

Dad deliberately stopped at the most critical place.

"Um......"

Jenkins thought for a while, then unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table of the counter, and decided to guess in the most outrageous way:

"He discovered the murderer was his captain, or closest friend!"

There was a suspicious expression on Dad's face: "During this week of travel, did you only read knight novels and the few books I assigned..."

"Look. Please continue!"

"Hmph, I will check it tomorrow morning... He found a black mark on his chest. The mark is not a specific pattern, but more like a rune-like tattoo."

Chocolate was still lying there, but its little ears raised showed that it was also listening carefully.

"You probably don't know what it is. Even the Zhengshen Church spent a lot of effort to find it. That thing is A-01-1-6377, the killing mark. The last time such a thing appeared was in the 14th Era. "

The features on Chocolate's cute little face were all twisted together, as if she heard something disgusting.

Jenkins thought about all the knowledge he had learned in various capacities, and indeed he had never heard of the killing mark.

"what is that?"

His right arm was resting on the counter, and the weight of his body was tilted forward, showing a curious look.

"A ritual, or...a test. According to the remaining ancient materials we have reviewed, each appearance of a killing mark is usually three digits. The holders of these marks can rely on killing anyone The behavior of intelligent creatures strengthens itself, and what’s even more frightening is that this enhancement is almost unlimited.”

Dad said, shaking his head.

"You become stronger by killing people. The more you kill, the stronger you become?"

He asked, wondering if this was some god of killing who was choosing the son of God to seize and resurrect.

"You can say that."

Dad affirmed this summary:

"And the holders of these killing marks, after a certain stage, will spontaneously approach the holders of another mark and fight each other. The winner gets all the power of the loser until only the last one is left. This During this period, any person without a mark who defeats the mark holder one-on-one will gain his identity and power."

"So, the night watchman who discovered this..."

he asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter. This kind of mark can be completely removed through magical rituals, but it must be actively cooperated by the person."

But the expression on Dad’s face is still very serious:

"The longer you hold the killing mark, the more abnormal your mind will be, and the stronger your desire to kill will be. It is difficult for those who suddenly gain power to give up what they have. If you want to rely on this method to encourage killing It is impossible for the devil to surrender."

"That's it..."