The Master of the Strange Realm

The ritual had no effect at all. Chocolate trotted all the way from the left end of the wooden box maze to the right end very easily, without being affected by the ritual, and without even entering any forks in the road.

This declared the first attempt a complete and complete failure, and Jenkins felt extremely frustrated.

Chapter 521 Chapter 513 Paranormal Events Mutual Aid Group

The practice ceremony lasted until the evening, because the reward food given to the wild cats in the afternoon was too generous. When Jenkins wanted to drive them away, the wild cats had the intention of settling here.

Jenkins could only bring the chocolate in front of them, but the three cats ran away with their tails between their legs before the kittens even started.

"Sure enough, all cats are afraid of chocolate!"

After today's work, Jenkins went to pay the steam fee for this month at the antique store for his father. After being pestered by the receptionist who tried to sell the annual package for a while, he escaped from the management center.

Seeing that it was getting closer to dinner time, he hurriedly went back to St. George Street to change his clothes, locked the gate and was about to find an idle carriage to rush to Privet Drive, when Mr. Nellie took his own The carriage turned from the steam valve erected on the street corner.

"Mr. Willamt, where are you going?"

He seemed to want to visit Jenkins.

"I have something else to do tonight..."

He threw off the cover of his pocket watch and took a look, hinting that he didn't have time now.

"Is that so? I wonder if I have the honor to give you a ride. I think you are planning to take a carriage."

With that said, the fat businessman asked the coachman to park the carriage on the side of the road, and then opened the door of the carriage himself, holding the side of the door with his short, fat hand wearing a large gem ring.

"Okay then, I'll go to Privet Drive in Sabine District."

He did not refuse and climbed into the carriage.

Mr. Nellie really had the intention to talk things out on the road. He looked very good today and looked ten years younger.

"Baron Williamt, I think your exorcism that day really worked! God bless me, I haven't dreamed of those terrible things again in the past two days!"

He said so excitedly that Jenkins even worried about the buttons on his chest falling off.

"Maybe it's because you've been resting well these days. I heard from a doctor that nightmares are related to how tired you are during the day and your mood."

He said with a smile, still with the same attitude of not believing in evil spirits.

Mr. Nellie saw this, so he did not dwell on this issue any longer. He leaned on the soft cushion with a smile on his face:

"Anyway, I really appreciate you for this. My friends also suggested that I consult a professional psychologist. I think what you did can be regarded as a kind of psychological intervention."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Of course, that term is called...oh, it seems to be a hint or something, that's it."

He clenched his fist and patted his palm, then as if he remembered something, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jenkins:

"This is a check from Travelers Bank, and I thought you'd know how to use it."

The check contained an extremely exaggerated figure.

"No, I won't accept it. Please put it away."

"But......"

"If you still want to continue our cooperation, please take it back."

Jenkins knew in his heart that this big businessman who had just come to Nolan must have finally heard about his "identity" in the upper class, otherwise the number on the check would be missing a few zeros.

"Well."

He sneered: "But this matter..."

"I won't tell others. After all, exorcism without permission is illegal."

Both of them were extremely satisfied with the outcome of the matter. Mr. Nellie got rid of his troubles, and Jenkins learned new information in the process of purifying the evil spirit. It was a win-win situation.

There are also the earrings and those transparent pearl-like things. The former is temporarily kept by Hathaway. After searching for information, the latter is a food that can be eaten to increase the spirit of the giver. It can only be made from extremely pure foods. Spiritual bodies are produced.

Jenkins had already eaten them, and they tasted bitter. He guessed that this was the original taste of tears. He resisted the idea of ​​inquiring about the value of this substance because he was afraid that he would become uncontrollably angry at the cat.

"Speaking of which, thank you very much. I have already found some people in Nolan City who claim to have the ability to expel evil spirits. I guess they are all liars."

The businessman said cheerfully.

But Jenkins believes that at this point in time in Nolan City, the probability of encountering a benefactor who wants to get some money is much greater than that of encountering a scammer.

"I even signed up for a paranormal support group, and everyone there had a story. I guess you know what a support group is? People sit in a circle on chairs and share their stories... ....”

"I know, of course, it's common."

Jenkins nodded and comforted the impatient Chocolate beside him. There was a strong and terrible scent of incense in Mr. Nellie's carriage, and even Jenkins had to breathe only through his mouth, making his voice dull when he spoke, not to mention the cat's always sensitive nose.

"You shouldn't need to join that group now. Although I have never believed in the existence of evil spirits, too much dealing with people who are very unlucky will also affect my mood and luck."

"Baron Williamt, you are absolutely right. I think so too... That group of people should not be serious people. The people who introduced me to join claimed that they have a magical mirror, which can help....."

"Mirror?"

Jenkins was very sensitive to this word. He blinked, but still looked uninterested:

"What kind of mirror is it? Antique?"

"That person didn't elaborate. Who knows? It's probably a magician's trick."

Jenkins smiled:

"If so, I am very interested in this matter. You also know that writers like me often feel troubled because they have no inspiration. Maybe those interesting stories..."

"I see."

The businessman nodded knowingly: "If you are interested, then go and attend on my behalf. Don't worry about identity. It is always a bit unseemly for a person like me to attend such a party, so I just used the excuse of being my friend." Something went wrong, but your photo was in the newspaper and that could cause some trouble."

"You don't need to worry, I just need those stories. Maybe I need to hire a private detective or someone else. This is such a convenient era. As long as you have gold pounds, most things can be done."

"You're so thoughtful."

The businessman praised, twisted his body, pulled off the notepad hanging on the side of the carriage, and started writing about the paranormal incident mutual aid group.

Chapter 522 Chapter 514 William's Past

Because of Mr. Nellie's help, Jenkins finally appeared at Privet Drive on time. Although today is Saturday, Robert Willamt is still working, and John is preparing intensely for the exam. According to Mary, he organized a study group with his classmates.

It's funny to say that the original owner, Jenkins, used this excuse to avoid studying when he was studying. So even though John's credibility in the family was much higher than that of Jenkins six months earlier, Mary remained skeptical about the matter.

But recent exams showed that John's extracurricular study group was still very effective, so Mary let him go out with his schoolbag on weekends.

As for the eldest son of the Williams family, Newman Williams, he once again went out to study with the professor. This is a man who is really learning, and he is also the person with the highest academic qualifications in the family.

On the contrary, a certain well-known writer and mathematics enthusiast only had a diploma from a measly secondary college.

Anyway, when Jenkins came home, Mary was the only one in the house besides the maid who cooked. It took him a long time to get used to living with his current family, but he still occasionally felt a little awkward when talking.

There is no big news in the Williamt family. There are no relatives in this family, and the five members of the family have their own relatively stable lives. Mary's topic was still entangled in Jenkins' personal life. He was well prepared for this and could barely answer it.

Instead of a fireplace, the home used heating pipes from the steam company. So the indoor temperature is much higher than in Jenkins' house. He has been clamping chocolates, and the lady of the house is very unhappy with the pet's presence.

Above the sealed fireplace are some family photos. Since photography is expensive, most of the photos were taken in recent years. Near the center, Jenkins from two years ago is wearing an ugly hat and smiling silly.

He suddenly felt a strange feeling, even though the face in the photo could be seen in the bathroom every day when he washed up.

His eyes subconsciously moved to the side. In another photo frame, a very healthy-looking old man was hugging a young man. The background was a three-story earthen house in the countryside. The clothes drying line passed over their heads. An old hen and a yellow dog appear at the edge of the photo.

The old man's appearance is very similar to the current Robert, and the young man's appearance is 70% to 80% like Jenkins. But he was unimpressed by the photo.

"This is your grandfather and your father."

Seeing Jenkins looking there inquiringly, Mary explained softly:

"When the workers were cleaning up the basement last week, they dug out a pile of tattered clothes that Robert brought with him when he came to Nolan. We found this photo in the pocket of a coat. Robert thought he had lost it on the smuggling boat. ”

"grandfather?"

This old man died before the plague broke out 20 years ago. He was hit in the head by falling debris while repairing the warehouse one day. Robert Willamt was only a teenager when this happened, and none of the three children of his generation would have known about him.

"My grandfather looks very much like my father."

He stood up, picked up the photo frame, walked back to the sofa and sat down again.

"Yes."

Mary naturally hugged Jenkins’ neck:

"You are very similar to your father, which is why Robert dotes on you and indulges you the most. Thank you to the sage for allowing you to return to the right path."

Jenkins was a little uncomfortable with such an intimate gesture, but he knew it was an appropriate interaction, so he just nodded to show that he understood what she said.

"My father had no particular preference for me. His love for John and Newman was the same."

"you are right."

Mary shook her head and said, looking at her little fool and remembering the time when the three brothers were young.

She is a girl from the slums of Nolan City, and she has the same background as the former flower girl Fini Faithfull whom Jenkins met. But she accepted the help from the Sage Church not because of the help of noble people, but because of her own luck.

Mary Willamt's original name was Mary Hunter, and the Hunter family had no decent relatives. John, Jenkins and Newman's maternal grandfather and maternal grandmother died in a severe cold winter, but Mary rarely talked about it at home, except that every year at the end of the year in December, she would take the whole family to the grave to place a bouquet. flower.

"Actually, I have always been curious, why is my middle name Redemptor? In common language, it seems to have the meaning of a savior. John's middle name comes from the name of his grandfather, and Newman's middle name comes from a man whom Robert admired. A writer, what about Redan Putt?”

he asked, wondering about this question for a long time.

The cat, which could only close its eyes to rest after being caught by the hand, also opened one eye with great interest, twitched its ears and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

"There is no reason, Jenkins. This is a request left by your grandfather. He requested that your father's second son's middle name must be Redan Putt."

"Then why did grandfather leave such a request?"

Jenkins asked again. He had originally guessed whether this was because Robert had had strange dreams or encountered strange soothsayers.

"I don't know, it was a long time ago. Robert had already forgotten it, but miraculously he recalled it on the day you were born. Oh, he always thought that it was his dead father's love for him. Supervise~"

As she spoke, Mary chuckled, recalling the distant past.

Still confused, Jenkins felt he needed to investigate the past of the Williamsites.

Robert and John soon returned home. John was holding a black leather bag that looked very dry. Although Jenkins doubted how many books could be contained in it, since Mary believed him, Jenkins couldn't say much.

It was a perfect family dinner, and the whole family was all smiles. Robert repeatedly asked Jenkins to tell the story of his meeting with the Queen in detail and to compare the dinner he had at Cold Spring Palace with tonight's meal.

But Jenkins believed that he just wanted to take advantage of Mary's distraction to add some more drinks to his glass. The alcohol configuration of this family was completely controlled by the hostess, who strongly opposed the excessive intake of alcohol by the men under her jurisdiction. Those dangerous liquids.

Robert was promoted last week after closing a big deal this fall for the Smith \u0026 Consolidated Mining Company where he works. He was now a senior executive at the Nolan branch of the mining company, and after hearing that Jenkins had some cash on hand, he suggested that he try investing in the mining business.

PS: Over in Europe, it’s very common for family members to call each other by their first names. I shouldn’t need to emphasize this.

Chapter 523 Chapter 515: Water-Absorbing Bones

"Mining business?"

When Jenkins heard the phrase, his first thought was Miss Fabry, which he runs. But then I remembered that Robert was unlikely to be exposed to this, and with his knowledge of the industry, he would be able to detect that it was a scam even if he heard about it.

Seeing that Jenkins was still thinking, Robert persuaded:

"I think you should also understand that only gold pounds that are in circulation are valuable gold pounds, otherwise they are just a bunch of beautiful pieces of paper."

His words are profound.

"I have some 'very valuable' investment projects in my hands, and they will be tendered soon. If you are interested, I can think of some ways."

Robert is making it clear that he can influence the mining company's decisions to a certain extent.

"And you are a noble. This background is very useful. Just the tax deduction can add a lot of points to your partners."

Jenkins has been thinking about it recently, but he is still waiting for the inheritance left to him by Mr. Augustus to be realized. After thinking for a moment, he decided that this was indeed a good idea and nodded:

"That's good. But this matter will have to wait a little longer. I will have a large amount of income at the end of the year, and it will not be too late to invest at that time."

"Just make your own decision. Adults have to make their own plans."

He said very mature words, but his hands on the bottom of the table were secretly filling the amber liquid in the bottle into the cup. Mary was still focused on the conversation between the two, so she didn't notice her husband's childish behavior.

Jenkins knew very well that after this conversation, once the dinner table was quiet, Mary would definitely start a conversation about marriage. So after rejecting chocolate as a new topic, he decided to direct the fire in other directions.