The Master of the Strange Realm

"I heard a second voice, is it your friend?"

The voice was low and elegant, but the pronunciation was very strange. The person inside was probably not very used to using common language. But in Jenkins' imagination, it should be a middle-aged man wearing glasses and smiling charmingly.

"Yes, I'm sorry to come without saying hello. My friend is also here unfortunately. His name is..."

"Hercule Poirot."

This is Mr. Writer’s trumpet.

"Come in, Mr. Black Cat, Mr. Poirot."

Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat looked at each other, and the latter gently turned the door handle, and the two walked in one after the other.

Sitting in front of the fireplace with a book is a young man with smooth blond hair. His appearance was exceptionally handsome, his skin was as white as milk, and his blue eyes reflected the light of the fire in the fireplace.

The curtains were not closed, and the sunlight came in through the window, making the blond hair seem to sparkle. But what attracts the most attention is the pair of beautiful pointed ears.

"Elves?"

Jenkins was surprised.

"Hello, please have a seat."

The young elf put down the book in his hand and nodded at the two of them with a smile. But when his eyes moved to Jenkins, he stopped suddenly and stood up immediately.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong with my clothes?"

Jenkins also noticed something was wrong with his eyes.

"No, it's nothing..."

Even after saying this, he still looked directly at Jenkins. Jenkins used his eyes to signal Mr. Black Cat to say something, but the latter didn't understand what was happening.

"Mr. Salaimanda, this..."

"it's okay no problem."

Only then did he realize that his behavior was impolite. He raised his hand holding the back of the chair and pinched his cheek, "Let's sit down and talk."

This is the first alien creature that Jenkins has seen since coming to this crazy world that can communicate. He knew that a certain period of history in this world was just like what he imagined, a world of swords and magic.

Dragons and phoenixes soar in the sky, dwarves wield mining shovels to open up underground, and adventure teams composed of various races run around for rewards, and occasionally solve conspiracies that threaten the entire world.

He had never felt that those ancient histories were so close to him;

He had never felt that the fantasy world in his memory was so close to him.

The two somewhat confusing feelings came from the memories of two different people. For a moment, Jenkins even felt a little dizzy. But he quickly recovered because he always knew who he was and what he was looking for.

"Did Mr. Poirot come here recently?"

"Yes, he is my friend in this city, very strong and reliable."

Mr. Black Cat introduced it this way, this is the real feeling Mr. Candle gave him.

"I don't think Poirot is his real surname?"

"Oh, this is normal. In the era we live in, this is necessary in order to avoid certain troubles from the Orthodox Church."

"I see."

The elf nodded slightly, with a true expression on his face. But Jenkins always felt as if he had misunderstood something important.

Chocolate squatted quietly on the handle of the chair where Jenkins was sitting, maintaining the image of a well-behaved and cute cat.

As expected by Jenkins, this elf gentleman with a four-digit age was indeed not an intelligent creature born in the material world.

He had never mentioned his past to Mr. Black Cat in the past, but today he seemed to have a lot of sex and revealed some secret things.

According to the elf Salaimanda, the world he was born in is called [Flower Forest]. The entire world is a forest, and the main population of the world is also dominated by elves.

It's not that you don't want to say more, but that you can't say it. When talking about this matter, he pointed to the sky cautiously:

"Even though we're in a world like this, certain rules have to be followed."

But Salaimanda also enters here through a used bookstore that can only appear in the material world. According to him, he came here because he mistakenly triggered a space transfer ritual and appeared directly in the second-hand bookstore in 1083.

"So, have you ever tried to leave? I think long-lived races should have more occult knowledge."

"No, please don't use honorifics. For the age of the elves, I can barely be considered a young man."

He shook his head, but when he looked carefully, he was looking at Jenkins' face and ears:

"I have thought of a way, almost 300 years ago...Sorry, the sense of time here is not very strong. At that time, a group of nearly crazy human benefactors attacked the bookstore and killed the The owner of the used bookstore.”

"They succeeded?"

Both Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat were surprised.

"Yes, it worked."

Salaimanda expressed her affirmation and moved her eyes to the chocolate squatting next to Jenkins. She didn't find anything strange and stopped caring:

"Their actions only prove that the owner of the bookstore is really just an ordinary person, and he can also come back to life. Whether he can get out has nothing to do with this person."

Jenkins and Mr. Black Cat marveled together.

"Of course, that group of people did this not without paying a price. In the days after that incident, the higher life forms that hunted here captured all of them, and I think they were dead. After that, no one tried again..."

After he said this, he said meaningfully:

"I think you, ahem, you should be able to think of some ways."

This sentence was not wrong, because Jenkins just had a bold idea.

He hesitated slightly, touched the fur on Chocolate's neck, and it squinted its eyes and meowed softly.

"I do have some ideas. Excuse me, over the years, haven't the people here tried to resist the hunters from the sky?"

"Of course, every time the hunters come, the living, I mean the intelligent creatures that are still alive in body and spirit, will unite to deal with those indescribable higher creatures."

"I think, no matter how big the gap between the two sides is, after a long time, there will be no victory at all?"

Jenkins got excited.

Chapter 476 Chapter 469 Offspring of Ouroboros

"Yes, you are right."

The elf's slender fingers tapped regularly on the back of the chair, as if to express his uneasiness. His beautiful eyes looked at Jenkins, expecting him to make positive suggestions.

"Then..."

Jenkins looked at the expressions of Mr. Black Cat and the elf, and swallowed his saliva: "As far as I know, such creatures are extremely difficult to kill, so there should be some sealed in this world, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

The elf smiled, "Except for the great gods, or the power of ancient races like the Protoss, there are indeed very few ways to kill those monsters."

"Excuse me, does Mr. Salamanda know where they are sealed?"

"Yes."

Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief and asked with some expectation: "Can you take me to see it? I think our way out lies in these monsters."

"Of course no problem."

Mr. Black Cat shuddered obviously and leaned back a little. He would never provoke that kind of thing.

"Then let's go as soon as possible."

"No, no, no, no need to go."

The elf waved his hand with a smile, stood up by holding the handle of the chair, then bent over and picked up a wooden box with a golden lock from the table above the fireplace, and sat down again. Part of the top cover of the box is made of glass, so the contents of the box can be seen from above.

"This is one of them."

Mr. Black Cat had already jumped up and pulled the chair back to the other end of the room. Seeing the other two looking over, he awkwardly rubbed his chest pocket with his hat on his right hand:

"I'm still listening, just go on."

Jenkins and the elf nodded, not caring about it.

"Don't be surprised why it's here. According to my understanding, this kind of weird thing was formed after the large-scale disappearance of alien creatures in the material world. Therefore, most of the people who strayed here are humans. Now, I am probably the oldest stray in this world, and it is safest to have one of them guarded by me."

After speaking, he reached out and handed the box to Jenkins.

The angle of Chocolate's head turned with the elf's hand, and a different light flashed in his eyes.

Jenkins hesitated for a moment and took the box. The box itself had a mixture of gold, green and black auras. Apart from the sun, moon and stars, it was the brightest thing Jenkins had ever seen.

Chocolate had been squatting on the back of the chair, but now he stood up. He fell into Jenkins' arms, then climbed onto his legs, trying to pry at the things he was holding with his claws.

"Good boy!"

He pushed the cat's head back, sat up straight, and squinted at the glass plate on the lid of the box. But probably because of the power of the box itself, even when he saw the two-headed giant snake wriggling inside, he only felt a very slight dizziness, which was almost impossible before.

"This snake is also recorded in the Orthodox Church in the material world. After all, it was not active for long. This is the two-headed snake - Helfis, the offspring of the beast of disaster - [Ouroboros] Selph Diselvo."

"Is that so... What is the beast of disaster?"

"Huh? Did I say anything?"

The elf asked back with a smile, and Jenkins immediately understood that this was also something that could not be said.

The snake in the box was obviously still alive, but its mental state was very bad, and occasionally the snake's body could be seen shaking. He hesitated for a moment, tapped on the glass plate with his fingers, and the left head of the two-headed snake raised up, then looked at the top of the head, and finally drooped down again.

"Do you need us to avoid it? I think you should have some secrets that cannot be seen."

The elf asked sympathetically.

"No, that's enough."

Jenkins replied in a low voice, his attention still on the snake.

He focused his mind on the two-headed snake, and then activated the ability of [Profane Production]. The vines in the void stretched out as nimbly as before, as if the glass plate did not exist, split into two branches and pierced directly into the box, wrapping up the two black snake heads.

At this moment, the elf stood up from the chair as if it was greatly frightened, and then began to twitch as if suppressing some instinctive reaction, shaking his head at Jenkins while twitching:

"This is an old problem of mine, it's okay. You just continue."

As he said, he retreated to the corner, leaving only Jenkins sitting in front of the fireplace.

An unspeakable sound broke out after the vines wrapped around the two-headed snake. First, he felt the box in his hand vibrating at a very high frequency, and then the piercing cry almost pierced the eardrum.

Jenkins felt like he was caught in the wave, and his whole body was spinning irregularly. But in fact, he was still sitting in the chair.

It was a little dark in front of his eyes, and a huge python jumped out of the darkness. His whole body trembled, and he tried his best to tell himself that all this was an illusion.

A feeling of extreme danger suddenly appeared in his heart, and it seemed that something was projecting his sight down from the distant sky.

"Meow~"

Chocolate made a deterrent cry, and while Jenkins was in a hallucination, he finally found an opportunity to push the box from Jenkins' hand to the ground with one claw.

The red lacquered wooden box fell silently on the soft carpet, rolled a few times, and the side where the glass plate was buckled down.

The strange sounds and hallucinations in front of him disappeared, and the feeling of waking up from a dream gave Jenkins a headache. He gasped heavily, caught Chocolate who was eager to jump onto the carpet, and held it in his arms against his rapidly beating heart.

"What was that just now? Is this box invalid?"

Looking up at Mr. Salamanda and Mr. Black Cat, both of them were holding the wall, looking like they were about to vomit. Of course, compared to Mr. Black Cat, who had no grace at all, the blonde elf still made people feel so charming even if he made such an indecent move.

He finally recovered almost, and then he squatted down by the chair, first letting go of Chocolate, and then picking up the green round coins scattered on the wool carpet.

"One, two! So many! I knew that this kind of creature could produce more sin coins than humans!"

Chocolate wagged its tail and watched Jenkins pick up things. While no one was paying attention to it, it lowered its head and bit the seventh coin behind the chair leg. This coin just rolled here and was blocked, so Jenkins didn't see it.

Crack~

With a slight cracking sound, the cat puffed its cat face as if chewing, and then swallowing began to occur in its throat.

Chapter 477 Chapter 470 Cracks and Passages

Of course, Jenkins didn't notice the cat stealing food.

After picking up the blasphemous seeds, he looked at the box lying there quietly with caution. Now he didn't have the courage to touch it, so he reached out and took the poker hanging next to the fireplace, squatted aside and stretched out his hand to poke it.

He quickly moved back a position, but fortunately nothing happened.