The Master of the Strange Realm

It's actually bigger than Jenkins' living room.

"It's very comfortable to live there. Although it's a bit far from Dad's antique store, at least at night, I can pray with the priests and attend mass."

He declined the offer to move back temporarily, fearing he would bring trouble here.

After having dinner in the church, chatting with Bishop Parrod for a few words, and going to the Secret Library to kill some time, he returned to his room and prepared to rest.

He sat on the bed holding his cat, and spread a history book about seventeenth century research on his crossed legs. When the time on his pocket watch showed eight o'clock in the evening, he activated the spiritual magnet.

In front of the still burning fireplace, Miss Miller put her elbow on the handle of the seat, holding her face and watching Jenkins change from transparent to illusory, and then from illusory to solid.

"Good evening."

"Good evening."

It is rare to see the moon outside the window, and there is no snowfall tonight. This is a rare weather in the winter of Loen City.

Miss Stuart and Julia had not arrived yet, and they could only find a chance to leave the palace after nine o'clock. As the princess of the kingdom, she could only find an excuse to move out of the palace that was bright all night after she turned eighteen. Dolores was only sixteen this year.

"OK."

Miss Miller chuckled at Jenkins, "So, anything interesting happened this week?"

Chapter 540 Chapter 531 The Secret of the Elf Note

In front of the fireplace, the woman pushed the teacup slightly towards the man, and the man let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to spit out all his fatigue:

"Funny things this week..."

He shifted his body's center of gravity back and leaned on the back of the chair: "These two days have been 'interesting' enough."

When Dolores and Julia opened the door and walked in, the conversation between Jenkins and Miss Miller continued. Therefore, the first words they heard were;

"So, you now suspect that the people you met the night you returned to Nolan were also involved in the birth of the Son of Evil God?"

"Yes, after all, the birth of the Son of God and the ability of the God to descend are closely related, and there are no follow-up clues for these two events."

Dolores thought for a few seconds that she had finally gone crazy, until she was nudged by Julia and realized that she had been standing at the door holding the door.

"Good evening, Miss Stuart. Good evening, Miss Minnewick."

"Good evening...you can continue your conversation without paying any attention to me."

In the next few minutes, Dolores was horrified to discover that the appearance of the Evil God Son mentioned by Jenkins was actually a major accident that happened in Nolan City, and then she discovered that this incident happened not far away. The man was less than a hundred feet away.

The man talked about it without sounding alarmed, as if he were complaining to his friends about the presence of robbers in his neighborhood. Miss Miller, who was discussing with him, frowned but didn't seem surprised.

Dolores felt that she and the two people in front of her lived in two completely different worlds. She never thought that something related to the great god would happen to her, and it would be so real.

"...So now I can't go home, and the church is going to conduct divination and psychic readings on the entire neighborhood to determine when this thing started. But I don't think they will gain anything, after all, that street ..."

His last words were vague, but Miss Miller didn't pursue them.

"If things are really as you said, then I think the situation is not very serious. The sons of God left by gods in the material world can only be regarded as advanced creatures in their newborn state, far from reaching the height of gods. Again In addition, it now has a human body and was born in advance. As long as Nolan Diocese prepares carefully, the probability of an accident is not high. "

"I think that's the case now that Nolan is getting ready for a curfew and hopefully it won't drag this out into next year."

Jenkins sighed heavily, feeling worried about the misfortunes happening around him. Now that the vampire issue has not been completely resolved, the Son of the Evil God has been born again. He really hopes that the two parties can fight each other and eventually die.

"Miss Stuart, I noticed that you haven't participated in our conversation. How about it? Did you encounter anything interesting this week?"

Dolores opened her mouth, and then shook her head. She was originally going to talk to the two about last night's dance, but compared to the topic just now, this was really a trivial matter.

Before meeting the mathematician from Nolan City, Dolores had always thought that few people would have such a dangerous and exciting life as her own.

As the princess of the largest kingdom in the human world, she not only has to deal with the intrigues in aristocratic life, but she also has to deeply explore the mysterious and charming extraordinary world in private, and deal with all kinds of dangerous characters.

But these are nothing compared to the experiences of this foreign gentleman. She could not imagine what it was like to live in a life where accidents happened almost every day, nor could she imagine how strong Mr. Williamte must be to survive until now.

B-04-5-2218, the secret-breaker's treasure mirror promised last week, was successfully taken out of the royal family's vault. It was a vanity mirror with a handle made of gold. There was a circle of oval-shaped gems inlaid around the mirror. The gems were connected with twisted silver wires, like thin snakes coiled on the frame of the mirror.

"Do we need to avoid it?"

Seeing Jenkins take out a rolled up note, Miss Miller asked thoughtfully.

"No, actually I don't know what this is. It was given to me by a very weird friend."

As he spoke, he took the note away, smoothed it with his hands and put it on his lap. Then he took the mirror from Miss Stuart, looked at his face first, and then pointed it at the paper on his lap.

Chocolate was originally lying in front of the fireplace, but now he jumped up quickly, took a few steps and jumped onto the handle of Jenkins' seat, then jumped on the back of the chair, holding Jenkins' shoulders and leaning forward.

"This is not food, and are you literate?"

Compared with cats who do not hide their curiosity at all, Miss Stuart is much more reserved. She turned her head in the opposite direction as did Miss Miller, but Julia could see from her expression that she really wanted to be like the cat, picking Mr. Willamette's shoulders to read the note. What.

Jenkins was looking down at the mirror at this time. When the mirror was aligned with the note, he could feel the mirror's handle heating up slightly. After a few seconds, the temperature returned to normal. Soft light was emitted from the mirror and projected on the surface of the note. Three lines of slender text slowly appeared.

Although these characters are in common script, one can tell at a glance that the writer is not used to writing such letters. His mother tongue should be another kind of thin and pointed runes.

"That's great. It's a universal script. It would be too bad if it's a lost Elven script."

It seems that Mr. Salaimanda learned the writing of this era from his human friends while he was imprisoned in that strange world. This greatly facilitates Jenkins. After all, even the Elvish script that is closest to modern times is in a state of complete loss. In other words, the Gifters of this era cannot even decipher the most basic runes.

Most of the words on the note are not complete sentences, but some materials:

[1 earful of water of life (approximately 142ml), concentration above 30%;

Elf wood powder 0.5 grains (about 32.4mg), the tree is more than 100 years old;

The unicorn has three hairs and is over 28 years old (inclusive);

One tindermint plant, crush the whole plant into powder;

Unmeltable ice 1.1 grains (approximately 71.28mg);

3 wood cores 1.8 inches (4.57cm), any tree species over a thousand years old;]

Below the materials is the simple mixing and production process. The final product is a potion, but its specific name and function are not specified.

Chapter 541 Chapter 532 The First Prince and the Third Princess

The preparation method of the potion given by the elves is not complicated, and it is not even as difficult as the [Witch's Kiss] made by Jenkins, but the materials are not easy to find.

Among them, Mr. Hood has purchased the water of life for a long time. This is holy water that can only be produced by the Church of All Things and Nature, and it has a certain healing effect.

But Jenkins is a gifter of the Orthodox Church, and Nolan Diocese should also have stored some.

Elfwood and tindermint are easy to find, and Jenkins has seen them more than once on the black market in Nolan City, but they are very expensive. The former is only produced at the southern end of the continent, in the uninhabited rainforest under the jurisdiction of the Chesland Kingdom, while the latter is a unique plant near active volcanoes off the coast.

Both materials aren't hard to find, but Jenkins is concerned about his wallet.

As for the unicorn's hair, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Jenkins just doesn't know if the one he owns is old enough; and the wooden heart is the core part of the trunk of an ancient tree. Jenkins has never seen one that's more than a thousand years old, and he thinks that even if it's Even if you see it, you may not be able to afford it.

As for the final unmelting ice, it is a material that can only be produced under the ice caps of the far north. It is almost a necessary item for all high-intensity frost rituals. This kind of ice is so rare that no one has ever sold it in Nolan, at least.

"But this is Loen City, and the Kingdom of Hampavo is the largest producer of this material."

Thinking of this, he coughed violently and signaled to Miss Miller and Miss Steart that they could turn around now.

"Did the mirror work?"

Miss Stuart blinked and asked curiously.

At sixteen, she was still at her most innocent and innocent age, and her curious face was even more lovable than the well-groomed ladies.

"It worked, thank you very much."

After saying that, he handed the mirror back to Julia, and Julia put it back into her small bag.

"I originally thought it would be something private, but my friend gave me a recipe for a potion. It's a pity that he didn't explain the effect of this potion, but I plan to prepare it and give it a try."

Seeing that the cat on my shoulder was still poking its head, I extended the note to it. It stretched its head slightly and sniffed it with its nose, then pushed it aside with its paws, and then returned to the softest carpet in front of the fireplace and lay down again.

"Mr. Willamt, can you prepare potions?"

This time it was Julia who asked the question. She rarely participated in the conversations between the three of them.

As for Miss Miller, she did not show any surprise. After all, she was the one who found the sales channels for Witch's Kiss for Jenkins.

"Yes, but not proficient."

Jenkins nodded in agreement with his words, "If it is a simple potion formula with detailed production steps, I think it should be no problem to make. What, Miss Minnewick, do you need my help in preparing the potion? I am very willing to help."

"No, no, I'm just surprised. After all, pharmacists are a rarer profession than healers."

Julia shook her head slightly, but looked at her princess again.

Jenkins then commissioned Miss Stuart to help him purchase some unmelting ice. The third princess immediately said that she had some in stock and could sell it to Jenkins at a low price.

She originally wanted to give it directly, but was unanimously opposed by Jenkins and Julia.

"I think the price of these materials far exceeds the value of our friendship. I don't want our friendship to be broken because of these materials."

When he said this, he suddenly realized that another woman had said something similar to him not long ago.

Miss Miller smiled and said nothing. She always knew that Jenkins and she were essentially the same kind of people.

Jenkins had no cash in Loen City, but the plants he brought out of the strange world last time were still with Miss Miller. He and Miss Stuart adopted the method of barter. Jenkins traded all the plants including the pot of unfreezing flowers, and Miss Stuart would provide him with three materials, unfreezing ice, elf wood, and tinder mint, next week.

This means that half of the materials for the unknown potion are enough, which does not seem difficult.

For the rest of the night, Miss Miller temporarily served as Julia's rune teacher, while Miss Stuart continued to tutor Jenkins in etiquette.

She kept inquiring about Jenkins' life without leaving any trace, and used the excuse of making a more reasonable study plan for his daily life. Jenkins thought she was right, after all, he might never have the opportunity to use some etiquette habits in his life.

In his spare time, Jenkins also asked about the auction fraud that Miss Stuart encountered a few weeks ago. She vaguely said that there were new clues and she was continuing to investigate. But while the three princesses left the room to change into suitable clothes, Julia said to Jenkins and Miss Miller with great concern:

"That incident should be related to the eldest prince Sallot Stuart, yes, the one Miss Miller met when she went to the palace last week. But Her Highness doesn't want to worry you, and she forbids me to disclose this matter."

The firewood crackled in the fireplace, pulling the shadows of the three people far away. This was something Jenkins had never expected, he thought it was just an accidental incident.

But instinct told Jenkins that Miss Miller might use this incident to do something. So, after the princess and her servant got up and said goodbye, he went around in a big circle and pointed out very tactfully:

"I hope that you can protect our friends a little while getting closer to us. This is not difficult for you."

"Of course, Jenkins, I hope you don't think I'm a woman with bad character."

There was a tone of rebuke in the words.

Jenkins shook his head apologetically and didn't continue the topic.

According to Miss Miller's current investigation, the situation facing the Kingdom of Hampavo is not much better than that of the Kingdom of Fidictli.

Although there are many royal descendants in the country, in Miss Miller's opinion, most of them are like the kings of the fallen country. She thinks that Miss Dolores Stuart's talent is the best among her many brothers and sisters, but unfortunately the third princess has no interest in the crown.

"So, can you now be sure that the person who committed the auction fraud last time was Mr. Sallot Stuart?"

"Yes, the evidence is sufficient. Although the prince is cautious, he has no talent for selecting followers. In my opinion, he is far inferior to his sister in character, talent or other aspects. I will keep an eye on this matter, and I can guarantee that our friends will not encounter any accidents."

Chapter 542 Chapter 533 Legal Purchase of Used Books

The temperature at night in Loen City in winter can easily freeze a strong adult wearing a single layer of clothes to death, but the temperature in the room is a bit too high.

Jenkins wore a white shirt with a woolen vest knitted by Mary, while Miss Miller wore a white double-sleeved lotus collar shirt with complicated lace on both sides of the buttons.

Jenkins hoped that Miss Stuart's eldest brother, the man who was born with a golden key, would not act impulsively and do anything else. He was sure that there would be no benefactor under Sarlot Stuart who could stop Miss Miller.

Miss Miller learned more, such as Dolores encountered an assassination before the four-person party last Tuesday. That incident was also planned by one of her brothers, but it has not been found out who it was.

"Is the Stuart family so keen on infighting? I think they should be able to easily see that Miss Stuart has no intention of fighting for the crown at all."

He was very puzzled by this. In Jenkins' view, the current target of those people should be other competitors.

"They are afraid."

Miss Miller shrugged and waved her hand in the air. The transparent heads of dozens of young people appeared between the two like bubbles.

This should be her new ability. I didn't find this ability when I borrowed power on the 31st.

"Look, there are about 13 people who are eligible to inherit and may compete for the crown. If we analyze the numbers according to their own power, talents, intentions, backgrounds, etc...."

A small number appeared under each of these people's portraits, and there were dense explanations under the number, explaining the reason for the numerical summary.

"I prefer to give [personal ability] a higher weight, and [luck] is difficult to quantify, so it is counted at the end as an added value. In this way, Dolores Stuart's competitiveness can actually be ranked in the top three."

Jenkins tilted his head to look at the content in the air. Her summary made sense.