The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins nodded slightly and looked at the vase on the wall, feeling that this thing was very strange. Could it be that just because the era is coming to an end, all kinds of weird and mysterious things are beginning to appear?

"Dad, what will happen to the last holder of the mark, the one who wins the killing game?"

Dad did not answer him, but shook his head slightly: "I know the answer, but I can't answer you here. Aren't you going to church in the afternoon? Go ask the secret keeper who is on duty at the Gate of All Things today. It is safe there. "

The whole morning was spent inquiring about anecdotes about the week. Of course, Jenkins also told his father his adventure story about the Clement treasure.

Dad also knew some of the legends surrounding Beldiran, so he was also very interested in this matter.

After lunch, we headed to the church again with chocolates. Because it was a weekday afternoon, not many believers came to pray.

But the first acquaintance Jenkins met was not the bishop, but the Reverend Roberts who directed the young people to hang paintings in the cloister.

He turned back to the wall and helped the man on the ladder to correctly position the painting without seeing Jenkins who happened to be passing by.

The overall tone of this huge oil painting is gloomy. The background seems to be the foyer of a mansion, because stairs and furniture can be seen near the edge of the painting. On the messy floor in the painting, there are some corpses and people waving their hands to protect their heads. The main image of the painting is a young man leaping high, facing the giant python that jumped out of the oil painting.

The oil painting only shows his back, so it is impossible to tell who this person is. But according to church tradition, oil paintings praising heroes that can be hung in churches are usually those who have really done great deeds.

For example, the knight slaying the dragon on the left, or the battlefield duel at the corner of the corridor, these things all really happened.

"Has any other scribe recently received such an honor?"

He was thinking in his mind and heard the old priest shout again:

"Justin, go a little further to the right! You have to move quickly. Although this has just been delivered from Belduran, we must get it done before sunset. This is a matter of attitude. You reckless young people understand ?"

"This can't be me, can it?"

He finally realized it.

Bishop Parrod's office was still so spacious. When Jenkins knocked on the door and entered, the old man was holding his ring to stamp a document.

"Oh, Jenkins is here, did the trip go well?"

"Good afternoon, Bishop Parrod, have a nice trip."

As he spoke, he turned around and closed the door, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger behind the door. It is not an iron hook embedded in the wall, but a solid wood floor-standing clothes hanger. The surface of the crossbar extending diagonally upward is carved with a flower-like pattern and then painted with brown paint.

After entering the door, Chocolate obediently jumped off Jenkins' shoulders, and first jumped onto the guest sofa, but seemed to find it uncomfortable, so he ran to the window sill to let the sun shine on its beautiful hair.

The cat yawned loudly.

Chapter 463 Chapter 457 Chocolate Toy

"This is a gift for you."

Jenkins placed the small box he had been holding on his desk and pushed it to the old man. The bishop put down the ring and pen in his hand, picked up the box and weighed it like a father:

"It's strange that you didn't bring me socks or a scarf."

Jenkins smiled awkwardly, wondering why everyone thought they would only buy those things as souvenirs.

"Let me guess."

The old bishop paused: "A pen."

"Well, you guessed it."

He nodded, "Bought it at Vasilen Art Avenue."

"Mrs. Sirin's art shop, No. 17, Vasilen Avenue?"

The Bishop raised his eyebrows.

Jenkins was really surprised now. There was more than one shop selling pens on that road. How did the bishop guess it at once?

"Yes, you guessed it right...have you purchased anything there too?"

"Haha, of course. When I was young, Mrs. Xilin's last name was not Xilin... It's beside the point to talk about this."

He realized that certain topics were not suitable to talk to young people, so he coughed loudly, picked up the ring and put it back into the box without looking into Jenkins' eyes, so that the pauses and changes in the conversation would not appear too deliberate:

"I remember the items in that store were very expensive."

"It's okay, you know, I'm quite wealthy recently..."

He was referring to the fact that he would inherit the legacy of his friends, which the bishop knew: “And my new book is in the final proofreading, and the Silver Jasmine Opera Company has invited me to write a libretto for them, which is a small gift. "

"Don't think so. Young people always think that their income is high, but when they reach middle age and have to support a family, they realize that savings are never enough. Although you have your own house, which is very good, a certain amount of savings is also very important. Necessary. Although girls in our city believe in love, qualified gentlemen also want their lovers to live a good life..."

After briefly expressing his opinions on the young man's living situation, the bishop asked in detail about Jenkins' meeting with the queen of the kingdom and the pope of the church during his trip. He didn't express any opinions this time and just listened quietly.

"Miss Windsor? The Duke of Windsor's favorite daughter?"

"Yes, she also invited me to go to her manor for vacation next summer."

"So you agree?"

Jenkins blinked, sensing that the bishop cared more about this than anything else. Although he subconsciously thought that this concern seemed to have nothing to do with his marital status, he could not find any other possible reason.

"I said go when you have time."

"That's it."

The old bishop nodded slowly, his eyelids drooping and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After visiting the bishop, today's affairs are almost completed. According to the schedule, I will go to the club to meet Hathaway and Miss Michael tomorrow afternoon, and attend Mr. Corpse's party in the evening.

He carried the cat and walked to the garden behind the main hall of the church. After thinking about it, he placed the chocolate in the flower bed and gave it the Orb of Life.

"Play here obediently. I'll go to the Gate of All Things to do some errands. I'll be back in a while. Do you understand?"

He bent down and whispered to his cat. After saying that, he looked around again, worried about being seen by others.

"Meow~"

The cat grabbed the green bead with its front paws, barked softly, then raised its butt and stretched out its head, pushing the bead forward with its nose.

Jenkins stood up with a smile, proud of the understanding of his cat. But he didn't see the kitten stop his shameful posture immediately after he left. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He meowed and spit out a bright yellow bead from his mouth. .

At this moment, dark clouds came from nowhere and blocked the brilliance of the setting sun, making the twin moons looming in the sky even more obvious.

The cat looked at the moon for a while, then placed his bead against the Orb of Life. A trace of yellow and green energy intersected in the two round beads. The cat stared at it with its big round eyes for a while. Its appearance was reflected on the surface of the two beads, which looked extremely funny.

He stood up and took two steps forward, then slowly lay down on the beads, pretending to be lying here basking in the sun, so that no one could see the magical scene.

"Meow~"

But this position is really uncomfortable for cats.

The secret keeper on duty in front of the Gate of Everything today is Mr. Smith, whom Jenkins is most familiar with. He is not surprised by Jenkins' question.

"I can answer this question for you, but I think you should understand that this information must not be leaked."

"I understand that it is also the duty of the scribes to limit the spread of illegal knowledge."

Mr. Smith nodded and turned to face the huge holy symbol engraved on the Gate of All Things. The door opened without a sound, and golden light spewed out from it, surrounding the two people.

When the light disappeared, everything around them was still as it was before, but in the sight of the Eye of Truth, a thin film could be seen surrounding the two people.

"Oliver should have mentioned something to you."

He snapped his fingers, and a piece of paper floated out from the crack of the door that was still open and stopped in front of Jenkins. He reached out and took it. At the top of the paper is the shape of the killing mark itself that Dad mentioned, which was drawn with a pencil.

"A-01-1-6377, the Mark of Killing. The holder of the mark usually spends half a year strengthening himself through killing, and then leaves the city he occupies to fight with the holders of other marks. And those who survive in the end That person will transform into a powerful humanoid alien creature, break through the edge of the material world and go to an unknown world.

The last time a killing mark appeared was a very long time ago, but records show that it is not difficult for a battle between mark holders who can survive to the later stage to destroy a city the size of Nolan City. "

Jenkins had an expression of surprise on his face. He was stunned for a while to digest the information, and then asked: "So, has the A-01-1-6377 individual appeared within the limits of Nolan City?"

"The entire diocese is assisting in the investigation, but the current news from the police station shows that there have been no series of murder cases in the city that warrant vigilance in the past six months. In fact, the most active ones at night are the believers of the New God. It seems that Every major event can be related to them.”

Jenkins glanced at the wall on one side, pretending not to know anything.

Chapter 464 Chapter 458 The clouds and clouds come together

The conversation with the Keeper did not end with the killing mark, because Jenkins had another very important question, and he finally found a suitable excuse to ask it.

First he pretended to remember something, then he frowned deliberately to show that he was hesitating, and finally sighed to show that he had made up his mind:

"Oh, Mr. Smith, I have another question to ask you. During my trip to Beldiran last week, I found a very interesting stone tablet in the Tigel Museum in the royal capital, but there were only paintings on it. There's a moon. The owner of the museum doesn't know why this happened. Do you know?"

"oh?"

There was a surprised expression on the old man's face: "There are actually contraband... I mean, that stone tablet is indeed very interesting. As for your question..."

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Jenkins again:

"You also really need to understand some secret things before the era. Although heavy knowledge will hinder the growth of the soul, how can your soul be compared with mortals? But please also remember that you must remain humble towards knowledge, this is the scribe Something we must remember.”

"OK."

He nodded quickly and drew the holy symbol on his chest. It was just a casual question at first, but I didn't expect to actually get an answer.

"First of all, I can tell you clearly that the number of moons in the sky is definitely not fixed."

"As expected!"

He thought excitedly and noticed the cautious expression on the secret keeper's face, as if he was afraid of something.

"Before the 11th century, there was indeed a full moon in the sky, which is the red moon we see now. But the moon at that time was called the blood moon, which was a symbol of a great... "

A very important word in this sentence was vaguely confused by the secret keeper, and Jenkins did not ask further questions. He knew that there must be a corresponding reason for not telling him now.

"So, the change in the number of moons is what happened during the 11th century."

"Yes, to be more precise, this happened in 1304 of the 11th century. This exact time can only be found in the True God Church in the material world."

Jenkins blinked, nodded slowly, and thought in his mind: "So, the scene I saw when I was tracking down the gear bacteria happened at least before the 11th century?"

"So what causes the second moon to rise? Is it related to the great gods, or is it something else?"

"The reasons for the Blue Moon are extremely complicated, and the events involved cannot even be heard by mortals below demigods. Oh, in fact, even Miss Bevanna only vaguely knows some unimportant details. It must be strict Keep this secret, or some kind of catastrophe might happen again."

The secret keeper shook his head, "It is impossible for me to know in this life, but if you are interested in this matter, you can apply to the Holy See for inquiry permission after level 8, and they will not refuse you."

The conversation about the moon ended here, and the secret keeper finally reminded Jenkins that in an era even further back than the 11th century, even the red blood moon was not the first moon. Since the moon can create new ones, it can also destroy them. Although the secret keeper didn't reveal much, Jenkins was certain that the original moon was definitely not the two current ones.

But Mr. Smith's explanation only went so far, and then he stopped talking to Jenkins. Instead, he closed his eyes and recited the sages' mottos in front of the holy symbol on the Gate of All Things.

Jenkins has understood the important and metaphorical role of the moon in the world a long time ago, and by talking to Miss Miller about the three divine chain abilities, he understood that the world is also constantly changing.

Therefore, changes in the number and color of the moon are expected, but it is impossible to figure out what kind of power can change such an important celestial phenomenon.

With this confusion, he returned to his home, settled his wages with Mrs. Mahat, the domestic maid who had not seen him for a week, and then opened his letters while eating dinner.

Today's dinner is simple meat porridge with a few fresh cabbage leaves in the porridge. Being able to eat these is a luxury enough in the current season, and he doesn't ask for much.

Those letters were all received from the mailbox and brought to the house by his father during his trip to Belduran.

I put the letters from readers aside and read them again when I was in the mood. This time the number doubled again. The bill was the first thing to check. He pulled the candlestick on the dining table closer and looked at the additional taxes. The small black numbers were scratching his heart like a knife.

"I remember that after becoming a baron, taxes can be lowered."

He said to himself, petting the cat lying quietly beside him, and calculating in his mind how much money he could save every month.

Although there will be a large amount of objective cash to inherit, the good habit of frugality cannot be discarded.

After spending another half hour checking the progress list sent by the executor of Mr. Augustus's estate and replying to them one by one, I picked up the last letter.

This letter was sent from the Shire City, and the sender was, of course, old Jack. I don’t know what the letter paper was originally used for, but I can smell the pungent herbal smell through the envelope.

Chocolate couldn't bear it anymore and fled to the living room early, lying in front of the fireplace not knowing what she was doing.

The first half of the letter is still about apprenticeships, but the latter part is a very serious commission.

The thing is, as a rare talent in this era who can prepare potions, Old Jack occasionally takes on some "private jobs" in addition to his church work.

This is understandable. After all, it is the job of field civilians like Jenkins, Dad, and Jack to keep in touch with illegal benefactors.

Around the end of last month, a letter came from an old customer far south of the Chesland Kingdom, claiming to have obtained a very rare extraordinary plant. Old Jack has been looking for this plant for a long time. It can be used to make an extremely useful potion.

However, the production of the potion requires the cooperation of at least two pharmacists. Although Old Jack also knows other colleagues, he is very worried that those people will also become greedy because of the potion.

In his words in the letter:

"This potion is to the benefactor like a dragon in heat seeing an elegant and beautiful silver dragon lying in an active volcano..."

Although this description is a bit vulgar, it also makes Jenkins understand how precious the potion he did not reveal the name of is.