The Master of the Strange Realm

In fact, even without the church, the kingdom would not easily forgive the commoners who dared to hurt the nobles. From this point of view, Jenkins is now considered a privileged class.

The biggest impact of this incident is that the scratches on his face have to heal naturally. After all, many people know that Jenkins' face was injured. Although it can be declared a "miracle" that it healed the next day, it is not necessary to do so for such a small matter.

After dinner, Jenkins was dragged to tell stories to the children living in the church. The reputation of the great writer is flourishing, and the children are willing to listen to him make up some fairy tales of love and justice.

Someone suggested that Jenkins sort out the many stories he told and publish them as a supplement to "Fairy Tales of Strangers". Jenkins did not refuse, but he only entrusted the priests who occasionally listened to help do this, and announced that he would donate all the gold pounds earned from publishing these fairy tales to the church.

The benefits of doing this are far greater than the gold pounds lost.

At about eight o'clock, he returned to his bedroom. While washing in the bathroom, Bishop Palod knocked on his door.

The door was not locked. Jenkins brushed his teeth while mumbling to let the bishop in. The old man pushed open the door and saw Jenkins' cat lying on the mattress obediently. The gas lamp at the head of the bed was turned on, and an open book was placed under the lamp.

"Sorry, Bishop, I was just washing up. What's the matter?"

Bishop Palod came here, the first thing was to visit Jenkins, and he also heard about what happened this evening. The second thing was that the bishop would go to a small town in the countryside tomorrow to attend the opening ceremony of a new church, so he wanted to entrust Jenkins to attend the street light ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow evening on his behalf. The Sage Church paid the most gold pounds for this matter, and the mayor could not fail to invite them.

"But is this appropriate? I'm not even a clergyman."

"We discussed that it is very appropriate for you to attend, and I heard that the idea of ​​the street light was proposed by you."

The bishop patted Jenkins on the shoulder.

Things are definitely not that simple. The purpose of the Nolan Diocese and the Holy See should be to further enhance Jenkins' church background. They were happy to let people think that Jenkins had a promising future in the secular aspects of the church, which could not only effectively conceal his identity as a gifter, but also allow the Son of God to reasonably enjoy more church power.

Bishop Palod left after explaining the matter, and before going to Rune, Jenkins took out the hidden B-03-2-8383, the hidden fear wine glass.

He checked again that the curtains were tightly closed, then raised his head and raised the wine glass, letting a small amount of liquid slide into his throat.

These black liquids have a jasmine fragrance, and they seem to be cooled by ice cubes. When they flow into the stomach, people can shudder violently, but they are also very refreshing. The taste is quite good, and the effect is quite good. Although Jenkins dare not drink all the liquid collected by the descendant of the Tobie family at once, he can clearly feel the increase of spirit by drinking a few drops intermittently.

Section 578 Chapter 567 Tuesday's Party

Regarding the wine glass, Jenkins has recently been looking for a way to increase the black liquid. Collecting fear is not a very easy thing, especially he is unwilling to let the wine glass leave his grasp for a long time.

Chocolate maintained his strong curiosity, of course, it may also be that it saw Jenkins eating. When the man was about to put the wine glass away again, the cat suddenly jumped from the pillow to Jenkins' hand and gently scratched his palm with its little claws.

"Do you want to taste it too?"

Jenkins immediately understood the kitten's intention.

"Meow~"

The cry was gentle and soft, and then it lowered its head and rubbed Jenkins' hand with its cat face.

"Well... okay, but only taste a drop."

There is no doubt that chocolate can also absorb and increase spirit. Although it is a waste to feed such a precious thing to the cat, Jenkins is also happy to see the cat grow up. Maybe it will be able to obtain a third ability besides "color change" and "invisibility" in the near future.

When the figure appeared on the soft chair in front of the fireplace, Stuart and his servant had arrived.

The third princess was talking to Miss Miller about some court anecdotes. When she saw Jenkins appear, she immediately shut up and showed her most ladylike appearance.

"Your face..."

The three women soon noticed Jenkins's abnormality, and Jenkins told them about the unfortunate experience this evening.

In order to protect the privacy of others, he deliberately concealed the relationship between Hathaway and Miss Michael, but he was sure that Alexia, who seemed to be smiling, must have guessed something.

"In Hampavo, criminals who illegally use firearms and attack nobles can be sentenced to death without even a trial!"

When talking about the issue of punishment, Miss Stuart seemed very emotional.

"The Kingdom of Fidictli also has similar laws. I think the boy probably won't survive."

None of the four people present would sympathize with him. In a way, they are all privileged people who are above ordinary people. In the pyramid of social classes, relying on power, force and background, these are the top few people.

Jenkins also asked about the attack that happened last week, and Miss Stuart said that everything has no results for the time being. But she learned her lesson from that incident and will be more cautious when meeting strangers in the future.

As agreed last week, she brought Jenkins the three materials needed for the elf gift formula. But it is a pity that although Jenkins obtained the water of life and unicorn hair through his own methods, he did not find three wooden hearts that were more than a thousand years old.

This is very precious material. Even though Miss Miller and Miss Stuart both agreed to help Jenkins search for it in Loon City, he did not think that he would be able to find it in the short term.

Miss Stuart still likes to inquire about Jenkins' life. She cleverly uses a certain cat as an entry point to learn about Jenkins' life story bit by bit.

""Frozen"?"

"Yes, I have handed the finished manuscript to the bookseller, and he told me that the first edition will be printed before the end of the last month of this year."

As he spoke, he repeatedly slid the knife on the empty plate. Today's learning content is table manners, which is divided into formal banquets, dances, etc. The knowledge involved is quite complicated, and it is by no means comparable to the surprise study before Beldiran's trip. As Miss Stuart, the two of them actually used real objects when practicing, but the original steak was taken away by the chocolate. Before the new "teaching tools" were delivered from the kitchen, Jenkins could only gesture at the empty plate. .

"Miss Miller has already seen it, hasn't she?"

Miss Stuart sat opposite Jenkins and turned her head slightly to look at the other two people who were studying ancient writing. Ancient texts are the basis of conjuration abilities, and they are also the most painful type of knowledge.

"Yes, she helped me with the final proofreading."

"The story about the land of ice and snow...should be quite interesting."

Like Miss Michael, she was unwilling to learn the story from Jenkins before seeing the published book. But Jenkins has promised to deliver the book as soon as Nolan's bookstore starts selling it.

"Oh, Mr. Willamette, I forgot to tell you."

While saying this, Miss Stuart pretended to be interested in the fireplace nearby and did not look into Jenkins' eyes.

"My math class has been adjusted to Tuesday night, which means that the next time our party will be held in my study."

"Oh sure."

Jenkins nodded, but showed a confused expression: "But won't this delay your classes? I think it's better for us to find a way to stagger the private time and the party."

Miss Miller next to her had a faint smile on her lips, and Julia's fingers almost made a hole in the book she was holding.

When it was close to eleven o'clock, the princess and her servants had to leave. They had to prepare for the banquet of the Chesland Kingdom's envoy tomorrow night. Jenkins and Miss Miller stood at the window together, making sure their carriage had left before returning to sit down in front of the fireplace.

"You look tired."

Miss Miller pointed this out.

"There's been a lot going on lately."

Jenkins covered his face and rubbed it, then grabbed the chocolate into his lap.

"How is the situation here at Luen? Miss Stuart's math class should be going well, right?"

"It's going well. At present, I have been allowed to do any activities in unimportant areas of the palace. Last week, Dolores invited me to a small salon, and I met some interesting people. But I want to enter the ice The tower is not that easy yet, plans are still underway.”

"What about last weekend's attack?"

"It hasn't been found out yet, but it should be planned by Dolores' brothers. I'm very curious now. The current king is in good health. Even if they want to eliminate competitors, they shouldn't use such a radical method... ..”

She held her face with one hand and thought for a while: "But it doesn't matter. I know you are worried about the safety of our friends. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to them."

Jenkins nodded, and moved his hand that was stroking the chocolate up to touch his head. The cat scratched his wrist dissatisfiedly with its claws.

"You should also pay attention to your own safety. No one knows how many strange things are hidden in this royal capital. Oh, speaking of which, I recently got an interesting special item, but I ran into some trouble using it."

Chapter 579 Chapter 568 Another Dinner Party

Jenkins briefly told the story about B-03-2-8383, the secret wine glass of fear. Unexpectedly, Miss Miller also knew the details of this Class B extraordinary thing.

"When I was a low-level gifter, I read through many documents to find new ways to increase my spirit. Drinking the B-03-2-8383 product is of course a safer way, but unfortunately I didn't find it. Its traces turned out to be taken away by the descendants of the Tobe family. In this way, what happened a long time ago becomes clear..."

After saying that, she chuckled at Jenkins again:

"If you want to collect fear, it's very simple. Take the cup to Loen and let Dolores arrange it. With her power, it's easy to place B-03-2-8383 in prisons, torture chambers and other places. I I thought this would be a good way.”

Jenkins suddenly realized that this was indeed a good method.

"Okay, Alexia, I will send B-03-2-8383 back when I return to Nolan. You can also drink the liquid in it. I don't mind. There is still a lot of capacity stored in it."

She did not comment on this, but raised her fingers and moved them gently in the air:

"Speaking of Nolan and Rune, Julia reminded me of something alone yesterday, and she hopes I will tell you about it too."

"What is it?"

Jenkins asked, and the woman tilted her head and smiled slightly. She was always full of charm when she did this action.

"Don't ever tell Dolores Stuart that you have a very low-cost means of cross-regional travel. In other words, you must never let Dolores know that you can always make her aware of Nolan as long as she wants."

This is something Jenkins has never thought of. Although he has become friends with a princess of the kingdom in name, it is difficult for him to imagine that this princess really appears in his life.

This is a bit unreal.

"Nolan Holiday?"

I suddenly thought of this phrase and couldn't help laughing. If the two of them can really meet in Nolan City one day, Miss Stuart will open the door of Dad's antique shop with Julia with a curious expression, it must be very interesting.

But Jenkins can't let this happen now. No matter from which angle, it will not benefit anyone.

"May God bless her!"

He said in his heart.

Before leaving, Jenkins asked Miss Miller about the "beast of disaster". She did know, but she didn't tell Jenkins.

His fingers slid in the air, and the light from his fingertips left beautiful shadows in the air.

"Sorry, Jenkins, but you can't know these things now. This is not a secret. As Audrey said, I recently saw some "revelations from fate."

These people are always like this.

Early the next morning, Dad stuffed the newspaper into Jenkins' hands and pointed out a piece of news on the left side of the second page. It was very inconspicuous, not even as big as the advertisement at the bottom of the page.

After a rough look, it was probably about a shooting incident in the city yesterday evening, and a noble was injured in the incident.

"I didn't expect it to appear in the newspaper."

Jenkins scratched his face. Now the small scar has scabbed over and it itches a little in the warm room. Dad thinks that this healing speed is amazing, even judging by the level of the gifter, it is unusual.

"Don't touch it."

Chocolate used its claws to scratch Jenkins's right hand, which was writing. Jenkins pushed it aside, and then the cat came over again.

"I know."

He pushed the beads to his cat, and Chocolate rubbed his face against him in return.

"Miss Michael doesn't seem to be mentioned in the newspaper."

Jenkins pointed this out.

"Your name is not mentioned either. The church pressured the newspaper to report this matter briefly. You are not suitable to appear in the public eye frequently now."

At the end of the year, Dad's antique shop also needs to summarize the accounts of the year. Starting this week, Dad has been taking the account books out of the warehouse for Jenkins to check. In previous years, this matter was done by Dad alone, or hired a paid accountant to do it. But now that Jenkins is here, there is no need to do such time-consuming and laborious things.

The first person to open the door of the antique shop today was neither a student who came to collect donations nor a salesman to sell products. At about ten o'clock, when Jenkins was worrying about the stain on a ledger, a carriage with exaggerated exterior decoration stopped outside the antique shop.

"The coat of arms of the Michael family."

The old man reminded, and asked Jenkins to get up and greet them.

The noble lady wearing a mink cape and Miss Michael stepped out of the carriage. The noble lady was dignified and elegant, with long golden hair tied behind her head. Her face was very similar to Miss Michael's, but she was a little fat, but she was also within the category of "beauty" in normal aesthetic cognition.

The two of them definitely did not come to buy antiques, and Jenkins did not shout "Welcome" out of place.

As he guessed, the noble lady was Miss Michael's mother, and the purpose of the two coming was to thank Jenkins for what happened yesterday evening.

This was a somewhat boring and formulaic visit. In other words, everything was done according to procedure.

Mrs. Michael completely fits the image of a "noble lady" imagined by Jenkins, but in the short conversation, Jenkins did not grasp her character. He could only vaguely feel that she attached great importance to this visit, even more than Miss Michael. The latter acted like a noble lady, which was completely opposite to the relaxed look when they met in private.

"It seems that the Marquis's family education is also very strict. This must be very tiring..."

In addition to thanking her in person, Mrs. Michael also warmly invited Jenkins to attend Michael's dinner on Saturday night.

"Another dinner? Ahem, sorry, I mean, Saturday night?"

Dad poked Jenkins from behind.

"Okay, I think I have some time, no problem."

When Michael and his daughter left, Jenkins was still thinking about the purpose of this banquet. Marquis Michael controls the Nolan Navy. No matter what happens in the future, he should not have any worries, so he should never meet Jenkins with an obvious church background at such a sensitive time.

After consulting Dad about this matter, Dad's advice was not to promise anything easily, just treat it as an ordinary dinner.

It was a quiet and peaceful day. In fact, after Miss Michael and her group left, no one walked into Dad's antique shop that day.

PS: I updated the special items in the data chapter. If you are interested, you can check it out.