The Master of the Strange Realm

"It's not just that simple, your information is a bit out of date."

Miss Michael shook her finger.

"oh?"

Jenkins raised his eyebrows. The charge of concealing a prohibited weapon should be serious enough. What else could happen?

"The search team sent by the royal family found some fresh bones under the ancestral home of the Galvin family, which are said to be related to illegal sacrifices. This matter is detrimental to the honor of the country's nobles, so it has not been spread for the time being. But it is true There is, and there is sufficient evidence to believe that this matter is more 'real' than concealing weapons."

Jenkins understood the hidden meaning of this sentence, but he did not hear it, so he planned to ask his father when he went back.

The conversation with the two ladies continued until evening, and the three of them parted ways after dinner in the club. Jenkins retrieved his hat, coat and cane, put the sleepy chocolate on his shoulders, and left through the main entrance.

George Liverpool was no longer at the door, and there were indeed many pedestrians on Sheftir Avenue in the evening. Against the background of sunset, people walked through the winter streets. Except for the little boy who was barefoot and peddling the evening newspaper, most of them were tightly wrapped.

Entering the second half of November, the cold air blowing from the north swept over Mount Lópida. Winter has really arrived.

Jenkins stood at the intersection for a while, ignoring the empty carriage beside him. He put his hands in the pockets of his black coat, lowered his head to cover his eyes with the brim of his hat, bent down and walked along the street wall, strolling into the sunless alley.

A few minutes later, Hathaway, who had changed her clothes, also walked in. She nodded to Jenkins, looked back carefully, and then took off her hat and scarf with confidence.

"Sorry, Britney talked to me for a while..."

She said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I just came here, come over here."

The draft was very cold, and the two of them walked to the middle of the alley, where there were some wooden boxes piled up, with the words "Brooks Garbage Disposal Company" crookedly written in pen on the labels.

"Thank you for the gift. I didn't have time to say it inside just now."

The woman subconsciously fiddled with the hair beside her ears.

"Miss Michael has already thanked you, and those are just worthless things."

In some ways, that's true, because Jenkins got it for free.

"I think we need to start talking as soon as possible. I have something to do tonight."

He pushed the cat's head back into his coat, and then took out his pocket watch from the coat's breast pocket and took a look at it. He would attend Mr. Corpse's party later.

"You're always like this..."

Hathaway didn't mind, just sighed softly.

"So, what happened the night before yesterday? I heard from my friends in the city yesterday that what we killed that night was a famous wanted criminal."

"Yes, he came to me for an expedition to the ruins a long time ago. But what he was looking for no longer existed, and the stone slab really scattered into sand by itself."

"Is he just after the slate?"

"Yes."

Hathaway nodded affirmatively: "To be honest, our group didn't get anything of much value from that expedition. If I hadn't encountered this incident, I would have almost forgotten those things... Oh ,I remember now."

She suddenly seemed to remember something, and shook her head in distress:

"There is indeed something very strange, yes. Right above the stone slab that the giant Salman is looking for is a statue of the mythical creature Hydra. Before I found the stone slab, I once faced the head in the center. After taking a quick look, some more knowledge came into my head.”

"What knowledge?"

He asked hurriedly, not noticing in his haste that the distance between the two of them was a little too close.

"have no idea."

Hathaway blushed and replied: "I only remember that I sold the knowledge once, and then the memory of this matter was completely blurred. I can't remember the content of the knowledge or the person I traded with." Who is it? After checking my property, I found an extra weapon...the rapier from that night. I think this is probably the reward for selling knowledge..."

Jenkins opened his mouth slightly. He seemed to have heard of this kind of thing in church documents:

"Is this...?"

"Yes."

Hathaway nodded troubledly: "Some knowledge cannot be spread. When it is spoken by the owner, the knowledge will completely belong to the second person. I have heard of such a thing before, but never I thought I would encounter it. I was really curious about what I sold to whom. "

"Hmm, I'm curious too."

Jenkins nodded solemnly, but in his heart he was extremely frightened by the chain ability of "My God Is Here".

No matter how you think about it, people who try to obtain such weird abilities are not decent people. God's descent was a very serious and important matter, and if possible, he hoped that he could preserve this knowledge forever.

"Then will they still hunt you? Do you want to find a place to hide for a while? I think Bishop Parrod wouldn't mind clearing out an empty room in the church."

"Thank you, I don't think it's that far yet."

She blushed and took a step back. This action was natural: "I also have some information channels myself. Those people should not disturb me in a short time. They don't fully know my identity. What happened that night still exists." Some coincidences, I think I will take care of it.”

"That's good."

Jenkins nodded, reached out and touched his nose: "If you need help, please come to me at any time."

"Thanks."

The woman whispered, then suddenly laughed: "I remember you said many times that you really hate this kind of question and answer, because it is like a second-rate palace romance novel."

"No, this can only be considered third-rate."

Mr. Writer corrected him seriously.

After bidding farewell to Hathaway, Jenkins turned from the other side of the alley onto Second Mechanical Avenue in Greenwood, got on an idle carriage in front of the dessert shop at the three-way intersection, and met Burns near the edge of the city. Professor, yes, today is Mr. Corpse's party day.

Chapter 468 Chapter 462 Vampire

After not seeing each other for a while, Professor Burns seemed to be more energetic. He should be younger than Bishop Parrod and Father Oliver, so he doesn't usually behave like an aging old man.

"How was the trip?"

He greeted Jenkins with a smile, and the two walked into the nearby tavern side by side. There was still some time before the party started, so there was no need to stand and talk in the night wind.

They chose a round wooden table against the wall. Since the professor hadn't had dinner yet, he ordered a roasted vegetable for himself. It was good to have something like this in winter.

Jenkins is still the same, a cup of hot tea, because fruit juice is also very expensive in winter.

"The trip went smoothly, but we also encountered some interesting things. Do you know the legend of Clement's treasure?"

"When I was studying in Belduran when I was young, I heard my teacher mention it."

He raised his head and realized what Jenkins meant: "Found it?"

"Yes."

"Oh, sage, why do you always fall in love with this young man?"

He whispered in an opera-like voice, and then smiled to himself: "This must be interesting, right? We can talk about it in detail when we have time."

"Okay, oh, I will keep your information and souvenirs at home. You can go directly to my house after the party."

"Okay, this should be the first time I visit your home, right? Young people today are really amazing. I still lived in the faculty dormitory of the school until I was thirty years old."

Jenkins didn't pay attention to the name of this pub, but it was probably a common pub in the city. Although some people looked suspicious, at least no unlucky thief had dared to approach the two people near the wall.

Jenkins took the opportunity to also ask the professor about his views on the moon. He also knew about the history when there was only one blood moon in the sky, but he had no idea about the story behind it.

"We don't need to pursue these things. Those ancient secrets are usually related to unspeakable terrifying existences. I think the moon will also be related to this. Oh, I remembered one thing..."

He carefully put down his spoon and motioned for Jenkins to pay attention. Jenkins immediately put his hands on the table and leaned forward.

"I remember you once asked me whether there is another world outside our world. I recently checked some documents that were difficult to find, and I did find some interesting information. In addition to what you once mentioned [Magma Hell] [Bone Forest] [Sea of ​​Eternal Calamity], I found another interesting place name in an ancient stone tablet that records the story of alien species."

Jenkins' coat was draped over the back of the chair, and the ears of the cat lying on the table swayed slightly.

"The Bloody Fortress."

He carefully said these words, then leaned back and drew the holy symbol on his chest.

"The stone slab is quite badly damaged. The general story is that the vampires are looking for their ancestral land. I think you may be interested in this story."

"It's indeed interesting."

Jenkins nodded thoughtfully. [Bloody Fortress] is probably a world owned by a certain master. It is probably occupied by a specific group of people like the Magma Hell. The blood coin among the sin coins most likely corresponds there.

"So, are there real vampires? Are they the same as in the novels?"

he asked again.

Vampire-related novels are very popular on the market now. Half of them are exorcist adventure stories, which are closer to traditional thrillers; the other half are erotic/love stories, which are said to be very common in the boudoirs of upper-class girls.

"Don't believe that kind of thing. Although the vampire race can be considered humanoid, its appearance definitely does not conform to human aesthetics. It is a creature as scary as the devil, but the devil wants the soul, and the vampire wants blood. ”

He waved his hand in disgust, obviously he had heard about that novel from his students. Although he is open-minded, he also looks down on those guys who write erotic novels:

"Furthermore, vampires are not afraid of garlic or silverware. It is true that they hate sunlight, but it is about the same as we hate the smell of garbage dumps. Of course, there are very few parts that are true, such as the source of their power. Blood, no shadow in the sun, etc. There is some information on the second floor of the Secret Library of the Gate of All Things, in the category of alien species."

Jenkins nodded slowly and subconsciously touched the cat's head. It quickly closed its eyes again, until it realized that Jenkins was just touching him, and then quietly squinted one eye to look at him.

"So, is it possible that a vampire will appear in Nolan City?"

"I can't answer you that question."

The professor wiped the corner of his mouth with the handkerchief he carried: "They do not have the talent of mimicry, so their appearance can easily reveal themselves. If they really appear in the city, they will obviously be discovered immediately, right? Even if they wear a veil when they go out and hats, there will always be times when they are accidentally exposed.”

When the two left the tavern and were about to set off, two drunk men suddenly started fighting at the door of the tavern. One of them almost hit Professor Burns who was passing by, but was pushed back by the professor with one hand.

Then, the two people who collided fell together like bowling balls.

As winter approaches, traveling at night becomes more and more difficult. When I came out of the tavern, I noticed a dark cloud drifting from the northern sky. When I could see the abandoned hospital in the distance, there was a light snowfall as expected.

Still climbing over the fence, that extremely depressing feeling came over again. This is the first time I have brought chocolate here, because I wear thick clothes this season, even if I hide a cat, there is no problem.

Of course, he did not forget to tell him about the chocolate and not to say anything. Mr. Corpse has always given him a very strange feeling. He has seen many demigod level benefactors, but no matter whether they are healthy, weak, half-dead or dead, the feeling they give him is not as good as this one. Mr. Corpse is weird.

Coupled with the fact that I learned from the huntress what she thought of this place last time, the feeling of fear became even deeper.

Along the way, we found the small building leading to the morgue. After passing through the dilapidated corridor, we followed the stairs to the underground. It's still the same, the benefactors who came early are leaning against the wall, and the forbidden candle stands alone in the center of the room.

The professor and Jenkins stood next to the broken hospital bed, feeling that the temperature here was too cold. An abandoned hospital would naturally not have steam pipes. Jenkins even suspected that when it was abandoned, large-scale steam pipe installation had not yet begun.

PS: I have made a separate leaflet for the information about the Lord and put it in the front. If you are interested, you can take a look. May contain minor spoilers, watch with caution,

Chapter 470 Chapter 463 High-end Party

Dang rang~

The corpse locker slid out automatically, making a screeching noise in the spacious room. Mr. Corpse then sat upright from the cabinet and looked at everyone standing in turn:

"Welcome everyone, I'm glad to see you again. A lot has happened in our city recently, hasn't it?"

The sentences that were supposed to be spoken in a funny tone did not carry any tone. Jenkins noticed that the man in black robes on his left shuddered.

Mr. Corpse was still wearing the same striped hospital gown, even the brown stain on the collar remained the same as when Jenkins first came here a few months ago. Sometimes Jenkins suspected that the man had been lying here during non-party times, but how could that be possible? You can’t just let followers do everything.

"Then let's get started."

he declared.

The morgue was quiet for a few minutes. A tall man, at least judged by his voice, stood up first.

"Gentlemen, I know that someone has been selling magic potion [Witch's Kiss] in the city recently. If any of you can contact the pharmacist, I can pay the agency fee of 10 pounds. I need to refine some troublesome things. ”

Seeing no one responded, he shrugged his shoulders, and his breath quickly condensed into white mist in the air:

"This reward is valid for a long time. If you want to contact me, just leave the information in the dead tree at the east end of Qihanke Village in the south of the city."

After saying that, he retreated to the wall again, and Jenkins was slightly surprised.

What surprised me was not that anyone wanted to look for him. This was something I had thought about since I learned how rare pharmacists were. What really surprised him was that he finally noticed that there was no mist in front of Mr. Corpse's mouth when he spoke.

This is simply impossible. Judging from the current temperature and humidity in the morgue, anyone should be spitting out white mist like the strong man just now.

"Can he control his own body temperature? Or does he have the blue alien ability of the undead? It can't really be a corpse, right?"

He made a random guess, feeling Chocolate's little claws scratching his chest.

Compared to the instability of Mr. Hood's gatherings, Mr. Corpse's gatherings are almost fixed at once a month. Prospects of Tropical Medicine was the only way to determine the date of the party, and Mr. Corpse never seemed to worry that his tracks would be exposed because of the magazine.

The people attending the party were indeed as wealthy as Jenkins remembered. He finally found the opportunity to get rid of the three ashes in his hand. A man with an unusually high-pitched voice happily bought them for 51 pounds without even counter-offering. .

The material is of a rare but not very useful variety, so the price is just right.

Many people are inquiring about information related to the believers of the New God, and the prices offered are very attractive, but unfortunately, the New God has no so-called believers.