The Master of the Strange Realm

When I returned to the church in the evening, I happened to see two benefactors from the Church of the Sun and Justice, Miss Kelt Knight and Mr. Sloan Creed, walking out of Miss Bevanna's office.

They had been treated by Jenkins after the story's weird scene, so they knew him. A simple nod was considered a greeting, and the two sides passed by.

Captain Bincy accompanied them out, but he stood beside Jenkins and did not follow.

"What are these two here for? Sorry, I thought this should be classified."

he said, shaking his head.

"No, it shouldn't be a secret to you. I think Miss Bevanna should have said that your neighbor, the widow who lives alone, is the witch of the Witch House. Knight and Creed stayed in Nolan, that is In order to deal with the follow-up of the Witch House... I heard that they were originally looking for some letters, but now they have to deal with the matter of the Son of God with the local church. They were reporting work just now, and Miss Bevanna has been really busy recently. Extremely."

"So, where is Lady Margaret's body now?"

Jenkins asked.

"In the church, that body mutated due to the birth of a divine creature, and is now contained behind the Gate of All Things. What, do you want to take a look?"

"No, no, no, I'm just curious."

He waved his hand quickly.

Jenkins was actually speculating whether Lady Margaret's corpse also contained divinity that had not been completely taken away, just like the body possessed by the false god [Miracles].

But since it is now behind the door, there is no way to verify this guess. Maybe he would have a chance to see the body after the Evil God Son incident was over, but that would be a long time later.

During dinner, Chocolat was a little angry because Jenkins cut back on his dinner portion. This was a special weight loss plan formulated by Jenkins in response to the cat's recent indolence. Unexpectedly, he was noticed on the first day.

Bishop Parrod on the side suggested that Jenkins wait until Chocolate really gains weight before losing weight. After all, although this cat eats a lot, its body shape does not seem to have changed much. For such a young cat, losing weight is really a cruel thing.

"If you gain even half a pound (about 0.27kg) in weight, you will never be able to climb on my shoulders again."

He threatened the cat in a low voice.

"Meow~"

Chocolate retaliated by extending its claws.

Last night, after hearing a description of Alexia's use of [Cat Elegance] from her maid Julia, Jenkins suddenly realized that this ability he had accidentally acquired also had great potential.

In the past, he only used this ability for walking, climbing trees and hiding, but he never thought that having the agility, speed, reaction and sensitivity of a cat would also be extremely beneficial for head-on combat.

He briefly described his thoughts during Miss Bevanna's fighting class on Monday night, and got Miss Bevanna's approval.

"Red martial arts abilities that can improve overall physical fitness are very rare. Most of them rely on the power of alien species to strengthen themselves."

For example, the dragon blood enhancement that Jenkins once fantasized about is using the power of powerful alien species to enhance oneself. He also once owned a tube of dragon blood, but then...

Thinking of this, I can't express my heartache.

Chapter 572 Chapter 561 Fundraising

Now that we have talked about abilities, Miss Bevanna is willing to talk more. She motioned to Jenkins not to stop contacting him, and then continued:

"The smaller number of comprehensively enhanced abilities are those of humans in ancient times. By understanding and learning the habits and fighting skills of ordinary animals, they gradually understood the true meaning of these ordinary creatures. But in modern times, various spell abilities can only be learned. In the mainstream, except for the gifters of the [All Things and Nature] Church, it is rare to hear that anyone can do this.”

The "Druid" profession came to mind inexplicably.

"So, [Cat's Elegance] can be considered a very rare ability?"

Jenkins put aside his strange thoughts and continued to ask.

He is currently maintaining a strange posture, but he also thinks that this posture is very close to the "five heads in the sky" in his impression, and this should be just a coincidence. On the night of the blood moon, he realized that reality and illusion were not important. The reality of the world was behind him. He rarely thought about boring questions like "whether the past and present exist."

"At least in this era, abilities similar to [Cat's Elegance] are indeed very rare."

Miss Bevanna nodded, pressed her cold palms against Jenkins' neck, and then gently pushed backwards, causing her body to bend backwards in a way that violated the structure of the human body. Her hands were very soft, and Jenkins had rarely, no, never had such close contact with someone of the opposite sex other than his mother, so his face turned a little red.

"But [Cat Elegance] is not uncommon in past records. After all, cats have always had a good relationship with humans. If you are interested in exploring the potential of this ability, you can read the records in this regard. There are some in Nolan Diocese. If you ask, I think the Holy See will not hesitate to ship those yellowed scrolls stored in the library directly to us."

As she spoke, Miss Bevanna tapped the protruding bone on the back of Jenkins' neck with her finger, and he almost bounced off the ground.

There was still heavy fog on Tuesday morning, and there was no news about air protection incidents in the newspapers recently, as if there were no new regulations to be implemented next month. Jenkins felt a little worried, and he thought this was a manifestation of the contradictions within the kingdom.

The business of the antique store was still so sluggish, and the first people to enter the store that day were a group of young students who were raising funds for the poor.

It was around nine o'clock in the morning. Jenkins, who had finished copying the Tadpole article, was sitting behind the counter helping his father to check the account books. His father was sitting in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace reading today's newspaper, and Chocolate was holding the metal piece in trouble. It seemed troubled.

The store was quiet, everyone had their own things to do. Jenkins bit the end of his pencil in distress. Although he was very good at mental arithmetic, it was still difficult to cope with such a huge amount of calculations.

It is impossible to have any tools to assist calculations in this era, and even if it is a projected abacus, Jenkins is not very good at using it.

"I remember the invention of the difference engine, which seems to be the background of the steam revolution..."

Ding dong~

The door of the store was pushed open, and the two people and the cat raised their heads at the same time. No one expected that there would be customers at this time.

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Shop. How can I help you?"

Jenkins said subconsciously, but immediately realized that the young people who walked in might not be customers who wanted to buy goods.

The reddish-brown-haired boy and the black- and blonde-haired girls who walked in were all wearing uniforms, with a short black and gray vest outside the yellow coat. The boy among them was holding a small cardboard box. The box was painted red, and the word "fundraising" was blackened out with a pen on the front.

"Good morning, gentlemen!"

The girl with the most outstanding appearance said to Jenkins and Dad, with a bright smile on her face:

"I'm very sorry to bother you, we are students from Bella Public School."

Bella Public School is a truly aristocratic school. Young people who can study there are almost certain to inherit a title or become a public official in the kingdom in the future. The school is located near the Balal Racecourse on the eastern outskirts of the city. Before that, it had no intersection with Jenkins' life path.

"We are now raising funds for the poor in Nolan City, and the money raised will be distributed to those in need under the supervision of city hall officials."

After saying that, without waiting for Jenkins and her father to express their opinions, she took a step back, and another young girl stepped forward, opened her arms, and displayed the huge white paper with black and white photos and news stickers in her hand. To two men in the store.

"Gentlemen, please look, this is a photo we took in the south of the city. This is a poor..."

She kept telling them how miserable the lives of the lower class in Nolan City were, and then used the news in the newspaper to criticize the inaction of the Nolan City Hall, and then once again appealed to the capable citizens—— Like shop owners, donate some money to these poor people.

Dad had been running an antique shop on this street for a long time, and he had told Jenkins that such a fundraiser would be held every winter. Young students or other charitable organizations will start at the street corner and enter every shop to ask shopkeepers for donations.

This happens on Nolan's main shopping street.

The money obtained from these donations will indeed flow into the hands of those who need it after a certain degree of exploitation, but the "exploitation ratio" of each fundraising group is different. Relatively speaking, it is more trustworthy to donate money to the students of Bella Public School who are not short of money.

Jenkins looked at his father and motioned for him to say something. Mr. Writer does not intend to put the banknotes in his wallet into the donation box in front of him in his own name. He usually has the habit of putting money into the donation box in the church. Donating through church channels is his way of charity.

"Bella Public School? You came a little late this year. I remember you came last year in the first week of [The End and Snowfall Moon]."

He said, stood up from the fireplace, closed the newspaper and placed it on the seat:

"Of course, last year was still no better than twelve years ago. The first snow came very early that winter, so you had already started your activities in the middle of [Traveler and the Frost Moon]."

The three young people never imagined that the shop owner in front of them would actually mention their predecessors from more than ten years ago. For a moment, they didn't know what to say.

"Okay, okay, don't stand there, it's not easy to come so early. Jenkins, Dad's Antique Shop donates...1 pound."

"Sir, you are so generous!"

The boy holding the box reacted immediately and praised Jenkins loudly while walking towards the counter.

As an ordinary shop owner, this is indeed a large donation. According to the winter prices in Nolan City, this is money that a poor family cannot earn throughout the winter.

After receiving the donation, the young people gave Jenkins and Dad two candies as a thank you. This is just a formality. After all, donating money should not expect anything in return.

Watching them leave the antique store and prepare to turn left to enter Aunt Lisa's store, Jenkins squeezed the candy in his hand and found that it was actually wrapped in colorful candy wrappers.

"It shouldn't be cheap, right?"

He thought to himself, peeling off the candy wrapper, and the cat on the side immediately came over.

"Remind me to prepare some extra change. Since the students from Bella Public School have come, other fundraisers should also come. It's this season again."

Dad sat back in the rocking chair and placed the candy beside the copper kettle on the fireplace. Chocolate walked up to Jenkins' hand and pawed at his right hand holding the candy.

“Can cats eat hard candies?”

He wondered whether he should give the candy to the greedy cat.

"Who knows?"

Dad gave a vague answer, probably because he didn't hear clearly what Jenkins asked.

Chocolate stretched out his paw to scratch the back of Jenkins' hand again, then raised his head and looked at him. From this angle, his beautiful cat pupils seemed to be shining.

"Well, one day you will pay for your gluttony...I will treat you if you have a bad stomach."

As he spoke, he shrugged, spread his palms and put the candy in front of the cat.

What Dad said about fundraising was indeed correct. After lunch, another group of fundraisers came to the antique store again. This time it was an acquaintance, Miss Michael. She and her friends were collecting donations for stray animals in the city, something Jenkins had heard about.

After all, we are all friends. Although his father is very stingy about raising money for stray cats and dogs, Jenkins generously took a one-pound note from his coat pocket hanging on the wall and put it into the girls' box. .

By coincidence, the girls who came to raise funds actually knew Jenkins' face, and they were very excited about it.

Shortly after the girls left, Miss Mihail returned again and opened the store door in a hurry.

"Sorry dad, can you excuse me? I have some things that I want to talk to Mr. Williams alone."

It seemed that she was suppressing her anger. Jenkins did not see this emotion when her companions were there just now.

"no problem."

Dad pointed upstairs without asking why, "Go there."

Jenkins nodded hesitantly, and Earl Hesha's suggestion that night suddenly popped into his head:

"Hathaway shouldn't tell Miss Michael about this, right? No, she won't do something like this that would embarrass everyone."

The cat ran upstairs faster than Jenkins and Miss Michael, and when the two were sitting on the sofa, it was already lying on the window sill ready to watch the show.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Jenkins believed that he had fallen into a very bad situation. He had been avoiding getting into any troubles and disputes. No matter whether it was supernatural things or daily life, it should not be an obstacle to his pursuit of becoming a god.

But as Bishop Parrod said, since he is still a mortal, he has to be related to other people, which triggers a series of things.

"Mr. Willamette, I heard that you invited Hathaway to compose an opera with you?"

"Isn't it about the dinner party?"

Jenkins was startled, but relieved.

"Yes, it was Mr. Nellie, the owner of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, who invited me to compose a new opera for the opera company. I met him on the steam train from Belduran back to Nolan City. He was an interesting person. merchant......"

"No, I don't care at all about this."

Interrupting others so rudely is not what a lady should do.

"I just want to know, where did you and Hathaway go on Sunday night? Yes, she went to the Wangli Opera House with you. I waited for her all night, but I didn't wait for her to come back."

The woman was already a little hysterical, and her long golden hair made her look like a lioness now. It can be felt that she is suppressing her anger, but the way she speaks in a steady manner clearly shows that the anger is not completely suppressed.

"Well... I separated from her around eight o'clock in the evening. The church's carriage took her to the count's mansion, and then I returned to the church. You should know that the clergy You can’t lie. At least hundreds of people saw me that night. I swear to the sage that the above is the truth.”

Miss Michael, who was like a lioness, took a deep breath, and then was stunned for a while:

"You're not with Hathaway..."

"Absolutely not."

Jenkins nodded, knowing that something like this would happen to him one day. There was an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and he desperately wanted to leave this matter.

"So what happened to Miss Hesha? Didn't you question her face to face on Monday?"

"I thought you...that's why I was very angry and didn't go to see you...I just saw you and I became very angry..."

She sat as if she was about to shrink into the sofa, her face was shockingly red.

"That is to say, after Miss Hesha and I separated on Sunday night, she did not go to the appointment, and you did not confirm whether she was safe."

Jenkins confirmed again.

"Yes."

Miss Michael nodded.

"Oh, sage, I have an unknown premonition."

Jenkins held his forehead.

He and his father were about to take a half-day vacation successfully. Miss Michael also temporarily left the group of friends. The two of them boarded the carriage in front of the steam valve at the street corner and headed to Hathaway's residence in the city. .

Jenkin originally knew of only one property, while Miss Michael knew of three in total, and those properties seemed to be Hathaway's own.