The Master of the Strange Realm

The recent turmoil in Nolan City has also caused price changes in the material market. Simply put, it seems that everything has increased in price overnight. Jenkins clearly remembered that at the last party, someone exchanged 7 pounds for a whole piece of dragon dung (about 4 ounces), but this time the price had soared to 12 pounds.

However, changes in material prices have not weakened people's desire to buy. On the contrary, the gifted ones with keen inspiration believe that this is a sign before a huge storm strikes, so most people are replacing the colorful pieces of paper in their hands with practical ones. items.

In addition to simple item transactions, many people also engage in information transactions. Except for the most popular believers of the New God, people are generally concerned about various recent rumors related to this city.

It seems that the news that the end of the era is coming has become known to everyone, and the special status of Nolan City has also been widely spread. From various questions and requests, Jenkins learned that a creature suspected to be a pure-blood dragon appeared in the back hill of Xiaohangeton Village in the east of the city. Since this month, there has been an additional article about the "Mirror World" in the city. urban legend.

Various strange organizations appear around the city, and the Church of True God and False God is also active frequently. Jenkins really felt the turmoil, but he didn't know how many people could seize this opportunity that only comes once in thousands of years.

The professor is looking for tablets from ancient ruins at the party, no matter what the content is. It’s not that he has money and no place to throw it, but he wants to use stone slabs as materials to trace the true nature of the ruins through rituals.

There are many rituals related to time and history in his hands, which were given to him by the strange being in the dream. The Church never asked the professor to hand it over, and he never disclosed this knowledge to a second person.

The professor always said this to Jenkins: "The gifts that fate gives to people have actually been marked with a price already. I am quietly waiting for the day when I can repay it. It won't be too long..."

Because of this idea, Professor Burns always believed that Jenkins' luck was the real luck, because his bad luck and luck were equal, which is really amazing.

At this party, the most valuable transaction occurred between a strange woman and Mr. Corpse.

The woman begged Mr. Corpse to help her find a lost relative, and told Mr. Corpse without hesitation that the loss of that relative was related to the mysterious object A-06-03-3117, the Black Haunted House.

"So, what price can you pay?"

A cold voice came from the opened corpse cabinet.

"I have a large estate in Turin, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Chesland. The house and land are mine, and I can trade them."

The woman raised her head and answered with some fear.

"Yes, I will give you the answer within a month. But even if the commission fails, you must pay 1,000 pounds."

"Okay, thank you, sir!"

The power of Mr. Corpse once again refreshed Jenkins' knowledge, because he knew that even Miss Bevanna would never actively provoke the monster.

Moreover, the conversation between the two people just now did not avoid other people, and everyone at the address of the manor heard it.

"The woman can hide herself after selling the manor, but isn't Mr. Corpse worried that someone will infer the identity of the new owner of the manor?"

Despite his thoughts, Jenkins wasn't arrogant enough to investigate on his own. Moreover, he did not have any friends in the Chesland Kingdom, so even if he wanted to investigate, he would not be able to start.

At the end of the party, as usual, someone asked Mr. Corpse for guidance. He was playing a role similar to that of a prophet. After all, his words never seemed to go wrong.

Chapter 471 Chapter 464 Dad’s New Business

Jenkins originally thought that this time the question would be directed at the believers of the New God, but he did not expect that people's desires would be even stronger.

"Sir, may I ask whether Nolan City is the fateful place in those weird rumors? What are the Orthodox Church and illegal organizations pursuing?"

"They are naturally pursuing their destiny, but fate will never pity those who actively pursue it."

Mr. Corpse's answer was predictably cryptic. Rather, it would be very strange if he frankly told the secrets he knew.

With some questions, the party officially ended, and the professor and Jenkins left silently.

It was only after climbing over the fence of the hospital that my depressed mood suddenly improved. Snow was still falling, but very little. Walking in the wilderness with the professor, I turned around without comment and saw the abandoned buildings crawling there like evil wolves in the middle of the night.

"Mr. Corpse has always given me a weird feeling."

He whispered as he released the chocolate from the restraints of his coat.

"Yes, I also think that this gentleman gives me a different feeling from Miss Bevanna, who is also at level 8."

The professor agreed with Jenkins, but he also warned:

"But don't rush to explore the true identity of Mr. Corpse. We all know that a fool did such a thing last year, and then he lay in the cabinet under Mr. Corpse."

Jenkins nodded and asked again:

"Then do you know anything about this gentleman? In fact, except for our party, I have never heard any rumors about him in Nolan City."

"Mr. Corpse is very low-key. Speaking of which, it seems that I have never heard of this gentleman from anywhere else..."

After leaving the hospital, the two rode Jenkins' horse back to the city. This horse has a very docile personality. Even if it can't ride a horse, it can understand the owner's mind to a certain extent. But if you want to use it more effectively, you still have to learn the skills of riding a horse.

Jenkins' plan is to wait for the spring of next year and ask Bishop Palod to find a professional equestrian teacher for him. After all, winter is not a good season for outdoor learning.

The next day was Saturday, the 24th day of this month. The snow that lasted all night finally stopped in the early morning. But because the snowfall was small, it did not completely cover the road. When Jenkins walked to the street with the cat, only some small shop owners were wearing cotton gloves, yawning and sweeping the snow on the steps of the shops.

The morning work was still so boring. After the unexpected frequent visitors in the past few days, the antique shop business became not so prosperous. Therefore, Dad had plenty of time to test Jenkins' recent learning progress and taught him some small but interesting rituals.

When the two were having lunch, a little boy hurried into the store. He was wearing a gray coat that was obviously a bit too big, and his earthy green pants were covered with colorful patches. But his hair was neat, and judging from the crooked hairstyle, it was most likely trimmed by himself.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Oliver! Good afternoon, Mr. William!"

After greeting the two people holding spoons awkwardly, the boy handed over a letter.

Jenkins took out a silver coin and gave it to the boy. The boy thanked him again and left in a hurry. This was one of the children in charge of delivering letters under the old man, and Jenkins had seen him several times before.

After wiping his palm with a towel, the old man gently shook the letter paper. He frowned slightly, showing a puzzled expression, then smiled and shook his head, flicking the edge of the letter paper with his fingers.

"I think you should have time in the afternoon, right? Come with me. There is a big business. I think I need someone to help me transport the goods."

"Of course, no problem!"

Because there was some food in his mouth, his voice sounded vague:

"But Dad, there won't be another accident this time, right?"

"Why do you say again? Wasn't it safe to go to Mr. Ink Club together last time?"

This sentence is indeed correct, but the two encountered a murder on the street on the way back, and the person who was visited was killed soon after, and even the body was burned to ashes for the ceremony.

Of course, Jenkins was very sensible not to point this out.

This trip was for the antique shop business, not other dangerous things.

The thing is, there is a poor family named Stress living in Pigtail Lane in the east of Nolan City. But their family has a very valuable antique vase about 300 years ago. How the vase ended up in this family, Dad didn't know, but he knew the value of the vase very well.

The Stress family has three children, and Mr. Stress's meager income certainly can't support a family of five. But no matter how the old man persuaded him, he refused to sell the vase, so the old man hired some people to inquire about the family's situation at any time.

It was not surveillance, but just to find out the whereabouts of the vase as soon as possible. Of course, it also meant protection.

The turning point came in the morning. Mr. Streis was supposed to go to the dock to work, but he returned home early. After a little inquiry, he found out that he accidentally remembered the wrong number due to an accident, so he lost his job.

The old man thought this was a good opportunity, maybe this incident could make the vase business closed.

The block where Pigtail Alley is located is not a slum, but there are too many inconspicuous and dirty alleys like this in Nolan City.

Riding a carriage to the entrance of the alley, the old man took out a note from his pocket to confirm the address again, but his eyes were full of doubts.

"Last time I came, this was indeed the entrance of the alley..."

In front of the two was a newly built brick wall, and some mud could be seen in the gaps between the red bricks.

Jenkins looked around: "Did the city hall think that such an alley exposed on the street would be detrimental to the city appearance, so they blocked a section?"

"What rule is this?"

The old man looked at him strangely, and then looked at the letter sent by the boy: "The letter didn't mention it either. Did someone build a wall here in the morning?"

"I'll go ask."

Jenkins nodded and took the cat out of his coat and put it on the ground, then put his hands in his pockets and leaned his head to one side and crossed the street.

Across the street is an old bookstore called Green Parrot. Through the window, you can see the densely packed old books on the bookshelves, and you can also see the gray-haired boss drowsily lying in front of the counter, and a parrot standing on the shelf above his head.

Chapter 472 Chapter 465 The Lost Jenkins

"Welcome!"

The parrot couldn't wait to shout as soon as the door was pushed open. The bookstore owner raised his head sleepily and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his gray sleeve:

"Sorry, good afternoon, customer."

"Hello."

Jenkins looked around. The store was unusually crowded and the distance between the bookshelves was extremely narrow, so he casually pulled out a very thin black old book from the side. The cover of the book said "Old Days", which seemed to be a collection of poems by an unsatisfied poet.

"How much?"

He placed the old book on the counter and leaned sideways on it, with his coat sleeves pressed against the table by his arms. Glancing back, I saw that Chocolate was rushing across the road at a very fast speed, and Dad looked helpless on the other side of the street.

"Here...11p."

The printing quality of this book is extremely poor, and some holes have been eaten away by insects due to poor storage. In fact, it is almost like a piece of waste paper.

After he looked through the poems inside, his thoughts became even stronger.

"Wait a mininute."

Jenkins waved to the boss, walked quickly to the store door, opened the door, picked up the chocolate, and then walked back.

"Sorry, how much did you say just now?"

"Eightpence."

He said vaguely, as if he hadn't woken up.

He took out his wallet from the side pocket of his coat and pretended to count:

"The used books you have here are so expensive!"

"Eating for a living."

The boss muttered, taking out the paper from under the counter and preparing to wrap it for him.

"If you open a shop in such a good location, will you be short of food? Huh? Why is the alley opposite closed?"

When he asked this question, Jenkins suddenly realized that he had gone in such a big circle and was doing useless work.

"I'm not conducting a secret investigation, can't I just ask?"

He complained to himself.

"It was sealed up by a group of young people in the morning. I heard that the steam pipeline renovation of the city hall is coming here, and it will be sealed to facilitate construction."

Jenkins nodded, picked up the wrapped book, put it into his coat pocket, and turned to leave.

Pushing open the door of the second-hand bookstore, he subconsciously looked to the side to confirm whether there was a carriage passing by so he could pass through. When he looked up again, he was suddenly stunned because his father across the street was missing.

Just two minutes ago, when Chocolate crossed the street, Dad was standing right in front of the new wall. The street was not very wide, and there could be at most three carriages traveling side by side, so if he wanted to leave, call Jenkins. You can hear it.

With questions in mind, he quickly crossed the street and looked around, but saw no pedestrians. He opened his true eyes and looked at both sides of the road, but he didn't notice the light spot representing his father.

"strangeness......"

He scratched his hair. After all, in Jenkins' impression, his father was definitely not the kind of person who would leave without saying a word.

"Chocolate, can you smell daddy?"

He asked softly while holding the cat, but Chocolate just scratched his face with his paws, probably dissatisfied with Jenkins treating it as a dog.

I stood there for a while and didn't see my father coming back. He raised his collar to cover his face, and after confirming that there was no one on the street for the time being, he activated the cat's graceful ability, took a few steps, climbed up the low wall with his hands, and then climbed down again.

There was no one in the alley, only some household garbage placed against the wall. There is a tree with all its leaves in the middle of the alley, and residents tie ropes to it, forming a spider web-like grid of clotheslines.

It was also cloudy today due to the snow last night, so there were not many clothes on the clothesline.

The door closest to the low wall is the back door of the building facing the street. There are some fresh food scraps in the trash can next to the steps. But the black iron door was open, and there was no gatekeeper looking inside.

"Why are you so careless?"

Jenkins muttered, and then walked towards the address his father mentioned.

The Stress family lived on the top floor of a small earth-red two-story building in the alley. This house was probably similar to an apartment building, but it was extremely simple. From a structural point of view, it is impossible for each individual house to have a bathroom and toilet. It is very likely that people in the same building share one.

"Is there anyone?"

Downstairs is a rusty fence door with no doorbell or bell. After shouting a few times, there was no answer. With a slight push, the door was actually pushed open.

"Why don't you close the door?"

He whispered, and then looked up at the dilapidated buildings around him, but he didn't see any residents.

At this moment, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Instead of walking through the fence gate, he frowned and walked back to the main road from the other end of the alley with the chocolates, seeing no one. After looking at the empty carriage with no horse or coachman on the street for a while, he opened the door of the gold shop on the street.

There was no one either, and if Jenkins wanted, he could sack the place right now with the chocolates.