The Master of the Strange Realm

Benxi smiled and patted Jenkins on the shoulder. More and more people from the Orthodox Church of God appeared on the street. The fire seemed to have weakened its spread due to the heavy rain.

"What time is it?"

Jenkins suddenly asked, and Benxi shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't know.

"I always thought that after the villain in the story was defeated, the protagonist should smile and face the rising sun and rainbow in the morning."

"Is the effect of that thing still on you? Don't be silly, the night is still long!"

Captain Benxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yes, the dark night still shrouded Nolan City.

[Knowledge and Books] The fire in the church almost caused a riot in Nolan City, but that night, with the help of the dedicated firefighters, the Nolan Municipal Government took a general view of the situation, made reasonable arrangements, and took a comprehensive approach. Not only did it quickly extinguish the flames, but it also saved many innocent lives.

Some people with ulterior motives tried to stir up unrest that night, such as the followers of the evil god, but their ideas were naive and their actions were ridiculous. The Nolan City Police Department took the opportunity to arrest Brut, who was offered a reward of 3,000 pounds. He is currently detained in a secret detention center, awaiting the judgment of the kingdom's laws.

The above is Jenkins' summary of what happened last night from the newspaper, which is very objective.

The heavy rain in recent days did not stop because of the celebration of the collapse of the cult conspiracy. The next day, Nolan City was still troubled by the drizzle.

Captain Binxi, who had not slept all night, had gone to rest. Accompanying the reinforcements from the capital was James Hurt from the Special Items Office.

The section of the road where the evil god's divinity was awakened was completely blocked. The police, who did not know what had happened, only imposed martial law on the periphery.

Coming out of the carriage, nodding to the silent coachman hired by the church, the middle-aged woman with a crystal ball and Smith holding an umbrella walked towards the somewhat messy street.

"Fortunately, Mr. Jenkins Williamson reacted in time, otherwise it would not be as simple as the aftermath destroying two houses."

Hutt looked at the apartment that collapsed because of the golden light last night, with a look of relief on his face.

"Didn't you discover in advance that the statue contained the divinity of the evil god?"

The woman was not so optimistic.

"Miss Orlando, if the divinity of the evil god can be discovered so easily by us, it is not divinity."

Hutt smiled bitterly:

"I know what happened last night will make the Holy See lower its evaluation of our diocese, but the main force was involved overseas, otherwise the [Ice Messenger], known as the 'weakest level 8', would never break into our church so easily, injure the keeper, and steal the sealed items."

"Is this considered showing off? The scribe of your diocese offered divinity to the sage, and the Holy See should have received the information through the ritual array and lowered the evaluation? Ha~"

Hutt shook his head and did not comment on this matter.

"I heard that the scribe is a level 0 rookie?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. William became a gifter because of a strange environment. But he is already level 1, and what happened last night seems to have made him a breakthrough."

"Because of the sacrifice of divinity, or the absorption of the flower of A-01-2-0198?"

"I don't know."

In fact, it was because of the destruction of the strange object.

While talking, the two came to the place where Jenkins sacrificed divinity. Even though it was continuously washed by rain, the holy emblem on the ground was still very clear, as if it had been through a long time and still existed tenaciously. A young woman with a white veil was standing there, and the nervous and excited nun next to her held an umbrella to protect her from the rain. She did not look at the holy emblem of the [Inherited Sage], but looked at the collapsed Queen's Road 431B Apartment.

"This is Miss Eve Garden of the local [Starry Sky and Balance] Church."

Het introduced.

The two women nodded to each other. Miss Orlando, holding the crystal ball, naturally knew how strong this woman called [Fortune Teller Under the Starry Sky] was. At the moment when the church in Nolan City is weak, without the support from the capital, Eve Garden should be the strongest person in the area.

He is also the best divination giver.

"Will you come first?"

Miss Orlando politely said.

"No, I have seen it. But the evil god's divinity has a great influence on this area. Under the fog, even with the help of my Lord, I can't see the truth under the fog."

Eve Garden shook her head, her voice was a little ethereal and not like a mortal.

Orlando nodded and handed the umbrella to Hurt temporarily. Biting her finger, dripping blood on the crystal ball, and reading words in an unknown language.

"I saw it too. It turns out that the octopus that is rampant here came from a painting?"

She laughed, "The report sent to the capital some time ago did not mention this matter."

Hurt was ashamed. The [Special Items Handling Office] was established to deal with such things. This matter can be regarded as their dereliction of duty.

Chapter 49 Chapter 48 What does it have to do with me?

"Miss Orlando, do you know what happened to the black-haired, black-eyed demon who used a strange sword last night?"

He could only change the subject.

"I saw a mysterious man in a black robe break into the apartment and kill the original owner of the [weird thing]."

She looked down at the crystal ball, "That black robe is not an ordinary thing, I can't confirm his identity."

Eve Garden nodded in agreement.

"That is to say, at the same time as the battle took place in the church last night, the man in black robes killed Black Wilt, whose identity was just confirmed by the police, and drew a demon to help us?"

Het asked in surprise.

"He may not necessarily want to help us. He may just want to test the paper, and the demon he drew just appeared there by chance."

Het nodded: "That's right. After all, he killed people on a rainy night and didn't report it to any church. So let's list him as a wanted criminal when we go back? After all, the strange object is still in his hands."

The three of them and the nun holding an umbrella slowly walked to the ruins of the apartment. Miss Orlando suddenly asked:

"The man in black robes appeared here and took the strange object. Our church's scribe ran into the [Ice Messenger] less than a hundred meters away from here. Isn't this a coincidence?"

"But it has been confirmed through many methods, including the contract. The man in black robes is not Mr. William, He is innocent. "

Het said helplessly, "It's just a coincidence."

Orlando squinted and nodded, which made Eve Garden laugh: "Why, are you doubting the scribe of your church? I heard that he did a big thing last night. How long has it been since I heard about anything related to divinity?"

"Divination is always foggy, not to mention that this time it involves evil gods, weird things and the eyes of great sages. I am doubting the results of divination, which is normal."

"Nolan people never doubt their friends. Miss Orlando doesn't seem to have adapted to this city yet."

Orlando pinched his crystal ball fiercely, turned away without saying a word, and went to check the goddess's holy emblem. Hutt stood there awkwardly.

"Miss Eve Garden, did you see anything else?"

The woman nodded gracefully, looking into the distance through the rain curtain, "Yes, I also saw an unknown road ahead."

Even though Jenkins was in good physical condition, he was forced to stay in the hospital. Considering his identity as a healer and the wounded caused by last night's battle, Jenkins eventually turned from a patient to a doctor.

He also saw his father. After Jenkins left yesterday morning, he took a whole morning to recover, and then ran to the church for support, so Jenkins who returned to the antique shop at night did not find him.

He looked very healthy, and the extreme cold breath that caused Jenkins a lot of trouble yesterday had been solved by him.

"Dad is also very strong!"

Jenkins exclaimed. He was in a secret sanatorium under the church at this time, which was only activated when a catastrophic event occurred in the parish. This place is located in the suburbs, and Dad was lying on the bed in front of him.

He summed up the gains and losses of yesterday in his spare time for treatment, and then he was surprised to find that even if he solved the [weird thing] behind the octopus, arrested the [Ice Servant], and destroyed the evil god's divinity, the biggest gain was only the promotion to level 1 and the evolution of ability.

The term ability evolution was told to him by his father. Some abilities can be changed through further rituals. The lucky ones may also evolve [ordinary boxing] into [sun boxing] by themselves just by seeing the sun rise.

Jenkins relied on the essence flower of [Ice Servant] to only upgrade the white foundation to a red ability with freezing effect, which was not very lucky.

Most of the burned church needs to be renovated, the matter about [Light Chaser Club] needs to be re-investigated, and the reinforcements from the capital need to be properly arranged. But these things have nothing to do with Jenkins, he is just a semi-civilian staff at the bottom.

"What are you thinking about?"

Dad asked with some dissatisfaction, "You peeled the apple and only the core is left!"

Jenkins looked at the knife and apple core in his hand and smiled embarrassedly.

This sanatorium is located outside the city of Nolan City. Most of the wounded in the battle that day were arranged here. Jenkins just took out his spare time to take care of Dad, although he was fine. There are still several surgical operations going on, and he will go to help heal in a while.

Jenkins also met other scribes with the same healing ability here, but their healing ability is not as "pure" as Jenkins, more like a side effect of the ability.

For example, a young man with dark circles under his eyes and who looks seriously sleep deprived has an ability called [Vampiric Touch]. But in fact, compared with blood treatment, that ability is more inclined to blood control and damage. When Jenkins saw him, he was smoking a kind of tobacco that emitted yellow smoke, and was then kicked out by the nurse who came later.

"No smoking in the hospital!"

"I warn you, Jenkins, this apple is very expensive. It is a souvenir sent by Miss Michael. If you dare to peel it into the core again, I will deduct your salary!"

Jenkins turned his divergent thoughts back and the apple in his hand was saved.

There was a copy of today's "Nolan Daily" on the bedside table next to him, and a brand new wanted poster was posted in a remote corner. But the description of the wanted person was vague, just saying that he was wearing a black robe and broke into the 431B apartment on Queen's Road on a rainy night and shot and killed the innocent art school student Blake Wilt. The police offered a reward of 20 pounds for this person.

"The police are looking for the man in black. What does it have to do with me, Jenkins William?"

Yesterday it seemed that all his bad luck had been exhausted. There was no evidence to prove his actions after leaving Ocean Church recklessly. No one thought that a level 0 benefactor could cause any trouble. The only doubt now was that Dad’s pistol was missing a few bullets. But after taking back the pistol, Dad lying on the bed just smiled. What? I didn’t ask or tell anyone about it.

The heavy rain at night washed away many traces, which can be considered a good thing.

The continuous rain never stopped, and Jenkins took the time to visit Ocean and Exploration Church to express his gratitude. Only then did he realize that the old man who brought him hot water that day was the bishop of the diocese. After he fell into coma, the church members put him in hot water to maintain his body temperature, and even used the blessed church bath. All the water there has been blessed by the [Storm Lord] who has the priesthood of the ocean, otherwise Jenkins would have frozen to death.

Chapter 50 Chapter 49 Returning from the Funeral

Since the war situation of the [Knowledge and Books] Church was not optimistic, everyone in the Ocean Church received an emergency evacuation order soon after. Jenkins' body could not leave the blessed bath, otherwise it would immediately freeze, so he could only be left behind.

If Jenkins had searched his pockets that night, he would have found a note explaining the situation.

The little nun Natasha who was there that day was also found by Jenkins, and he expressed his sincere thanks. She was a little shy, but seemed to know that Jenkins had foiled the cultists' plot that day, and changed her address to him from "sir" to "my lord".

This might lead to a lasting relationship, but Jenkins isn't in the mood just yet.

"Why does the battle last from morning to night?"

Jenkins was still confused about this matter until Captain Binsi walked Mr. Gilbert from the royal capital into his father's ward and introduced him to him.

Mr. Gilbert was the man who wielded the flaming sword that night.

"There is a secret room under the church for sealing special items. Due to the special location of Nolan Parish, the sealing array used in the secret room is even more complicated. [Ice Waiter] was entangled in the ritual formation, so we were able to take the airship directly from The royal capital came for reinforcements.”

He claimed that he would not stay in the city for a long time, but was preparing to set off directly to reinforce another team of scribes in the royal capital who were trapped by the advent of the "Evil God Son".

After both men left the ward, Jenkins picked up the knife and continued torturing the apple in his hand. He and his father chatted endlessly, and when he saw the bouquet of flowers brought by Captain Binsi, he couldn't help but shiver.

Jenkins has recently developed a phobia of flowers, and anything to do with flowers makes him tremble. Dad thinks this is a psychological problem and time will heal everything.

He also did not forget the "Lord of Flowers" mentioned by the little flower seller when she left. He asked Captain Binsi, his father and others about this, and even checked the theological books collected by the church, but no one knew whether this was the Lord of Flowers. It was the name of a certain false god. Even Bishop Parrod, the most knowledgeable theological person Jenkins knew, had no impression of this title. He could only keep the matter in his heart.

A whole apple was finally peeled, and Jenkins handed it to his father. He took a bite and let the juice fill his mouth.

"Is this the end of the matter?"

Jenkins lowered his head and sat on the chair in front of the hospital bed with a sense of loss.

"It's over for us, and they have their hands full with the aftermath."

Dad laughed at the support staff who were also scribes.

"Something feels wrong. We encountered so many things in one day. I even almost saw the figure of a great evil being. In the end, I still have to go to an antique store to scrub the floor a few days later."

Dad held the apple and laughed:

"Young people, the sages taught us that we should walk while looking at our feet. And we all survived. This is the most important thing."

As he spoke, Jenkins asked Jenkins to take out a brown box from the bedside cabinet with an ordinary button in it.

"I asked friends from the [Destiny and Lawful Order] Church in Suville City to hold a ceremony and bless it. Within a month, the luck will be slightly better. Although fate is fickle, it can always lead to a better trend. Have you noticed that since you became a scribe, you have encountered one trouble after another?”

Jenkins also understands what his father pointed out. It seems that it has never stopped after time travel. Is it a coincidence, or is there some black hand that controls fate?

"This button costs you 100 pounds, which is already very cheap. Don't ask me for salary within two years."

"Dad, two years is about 104 weeks, and you still owe me 4 pounds."

Jenkins answered him with a smile.

"I know your math is much better than your poor grammar, but the apple you just peeled into a core cost 4 pounds."

Many people died in the battle that night, and the funeral of the [Knowledge and Books] church was held together. Since Jenkins and his father could not reveal their identities, they could only look at the suburban cemetery from a distance during the funeral, from the nursing home, and go in person at night to lay a bouquet of flowers.

The so-called citizen cemetery should actually be called a "cemetery for wealthy citizens." If most poor people are willing to be buried in Nolan City, their destination should be in the public cemetery on Sticks Mountain not far away.

Jenkins watched with some sadness as his father placed a large bundle of white flowers in front of the tombstone embedded in the ground one by one, and then nodded to him, indicating that he could leave.

The cemetery at night was filled with a particularly strong smell of decay and dampness. They greeted the cemetery guard and exchanged a few pleasantries before walking along the stone-paved path toward the carriage outside the cemetery.