The Master of the Strange Realm

A memory from a few weeks ago suddenly flooded into his mind, and the photo album on the counter in his father's antique shop appeared clearly in front of him.

"This is..."

The father only showed Jenkins a few of the photos, and in one of the photos with a blurred background, the boy's face was at least 80% similar to the young man in the photo. Even Jenkins could think that this was the same person.

"Dad actually knew Miss Stuart's great-grandfather?"

He didn't expect that he and his friend had such an unknown origin, but on second thought, he found a new problem.

"Miss Stuart, may I ask you something?"

He pointed his finger at the oil painting, "Excuse me, in which year of the universal calendar was your great-grandfather born?"

Miss Stuart was stunned, and then replied: "Universal calendar 1753. My great-grandfather gave birth to my grandfather when he was nearly 60 years old, so even my father didn't have a deep impression of him."

This is a big problem. If the person in the father's photo is really Ensidor Stuart, then Dad's current age is definitely not consistent with his actual appearance of more than 50 years old.

"It's the last month of the year 1865 in the Universal Calendar, which means that Dad is at least 90 years old?"

He scratched his hair and turned to walk towards Miss Stuart. As he walked, his right hand was lifted up, and a palm-sized book gradually became solid from illusion.

Julia carefully covered her mouth. According to what she learned from Dolores, this should be a gift. She was not surprised that Mr. William had such an item, but she didn't expect him to show it to everyone without scruples.

The book in Jenkins' hand automatically turned to the first page, and black and white colors appeared on the old parchment pages. That was naturally the photo in memory.

"Miss Stuart, do you have any impression of this person?"

He handed the [Book of Memories] to Miss Stuart, who took it carefully, lowered her head and looked at it for a few seconds, with a puzzled expression on her face.

She looked up at the oil painting, and then looked down at the photo printed on the parchment again, and her doubts turned into shock.

"Mr. William, this should be my great-grandfather. Yes, look at the medal on his clothes. My great-grandfather gave it to my grandfather when he was 13 years old. I saw it before my grandfather died! Mr. William, does your friend know my great-grandfather?"

"No, I'm not sure."

Jenkins shook his head and put away the book of memories. He took out a piece of white paper from the desk, and the photo just now appeared again.

"I'm sorry, Miss Stuart, can you please find a way to confirm it again? Maybe it's just a coincidence. Although this is not necessary, the other person in the photo is very important to me."

Chapter 601 Chapter 590 Secrets and Dreams

In fact, Dolores herself didn't know much about her great-grandfather, because even her family rarely talked about this ancestor. He can be called a good king, but he doesn't seem to be a good father.

Palace rumors are what people like to talk about the most, and there are a lot of rumors about Ensidor Stuart. The most well-known story is about a century ago, before he became king.

Chaotic court conspiracy, rain of fire from the sky, screams from the depths of the dungeon...

"Of course, it's no problem. It's not a very troublesome thing."

Dolores took the paper and handed it to Julia, who folded it and tucked it into the waist of her petticoat.

Alexia had never seen the old man, at least Jenkins thought she hadn't. But she thought that longevity was not uncommon for the gift-givers. Even if the old man was not a high-level gift-giver, he might have a secret medicine or ability to prolong life.

It is worth noting the relationship between the old man and the Stuart family.

"Maybe Jenkins' teacher is a relative of Dolores."

As she spoke, she looked at Miss Stuart, who blushed and lowered her head.

But this conjecture was wrong. The old man mentioned that when he was young, he came to Loen just for a long-term mission of the church.

Considering that Miss Stuart was not suitable for contact with those too terrible things, the interrogation of the blood-sucking species was carried out by Jenkins and Alexia at her residence.

Although there was no puzzle lock to cooperate this time, making things more complicated, Alexia was completely different from when she left Nolan City.

It was not until two o'clock in the morning, when Chocolate had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace, that Jenkins barely figured out some of the things he wanted to know.

"That mirror is indeed an all-knowing mirror, but I didn't expect that the vampires and the followers of the evil god's son really had a brief cooperation."

He took the initiative to reveal the general situation of the "undead" incident to Alexia, and emphasized the attack under the tree. The woman listened to everything with a smile, but did not show any surprise.

The vampire they caught revealed that during the brief cooperation with another group of people, the mirror was briefly borrowed, and was asked a question:

[What actions should be taken now to maximize the success rate of the implementation of the plan? ]

The answer is to find a way to go to an inexplicable place on an inexplicable date and assassinate an inexplicable person.

But at least this time the mirror's answer was correct. If they really succeeded in killing the curious writer under the ancient tree in the Evergreen Forest, then there would be no more incidents of communicating in the wrong place.

Although he had not yet asked the captured blood-sucking species about the [Real Phantom], he had already explained the key to the "Savior Game" at the end of the era. The most important information is how to obtain the ability. This special ability will appear at the end of each era, and the acquirer will automatically become a candidate for the savior.

Most of them are innate gifts, and a few can be learned through abilities. But by the 18th era, most can be learned.

Among them, the corresponding red fighting system's savior ability - such as the twin demons, is the only type of qualification that can be transferred. This emblem transfers the host through killing, which is why Jenkins gained the ability after killing the twin demons. But at that time, they had not completed the last step, so the [Twin Demons] did not show any specialness at the beginning, and it was not until Jenkins defeated another competitor head-on that it was truly formed.

As for the world-saving abilities classified as white basic system, such as undead, if they are obtained through rituals rather than world gifts, then the rituals held must be recognition rituals. In other words, the reason for obtaining the emblem is that one already has the ability recognized by the world, rather than obtaining the emblem by acquiring the ability.

These are two different causal relationships, which Jenkins has already vaguely understood.

And for divine abilities such as [True Phantom], the process of obtaining the ritual must be related to God. The mirror's statement on this point is very vague, and even the vampires are not sure whether it knows everything.

This is the current information, and when Jenkins wanted to know more about the other world [Bloody Fortress] and even the corresponding great master, the captured person in front of him suddenly roared, and then the entire projection body quickly vaporized.

Alexia had no time to stop Jenkins' question, so she could only pull him aside.

"Don't ask such questions casually."

She warned in a low voice.

The strong wind made the curtains flutter and fly wantonly. A strange red beam of light fell from the void and shot into the window, wrapping the exposed soul, and then crushing it into powder bit by bit.

Chocolate yawned with one eye open, twisted his waist and changed his posture. Jenkins and Alexia stood there for a long time and dared not move.

"Sorry, I was reckless... I think I finally understand why those who know the secret of [Dominate] always look like 'I know but I dare not say'."

Jenkins, who was severely intimidated, had to return to Nolan City. He had another unpleasant dream tonight. In the dream, he silently saw Mr. Benz's figure gradually going away, and it was an acquaintance who led him into the darkness-Mr. Augustus.

He was wearing a shabby black robe with a hood, and gray-white mist was wrapped around his body. But in the dream, the two people who were going away seemed to be unable to see the bystander, and they sank into the darkness deep in the dream bit by bit.

"What the hell is going on with me?"

He woke up rubbing his painful temple, suspecting that he was under too much pressure recently. He woke up the cat beside him and prepared for a bad Wednesday.

Even for Jenkins, sleeping only two hours at night would cause headaches and lack of energy the next day. But fortunately, Dad thought he was still affected by what happened last night, so he didn't feel strange.

After being promoted to Level 2 a long time ago, Jenkins never felt uncomfortable when copying the tadpole text on the black and white photo stone tablet. Today, perhaps because of his bad mental state, he felt dizzy when holding the pen, and the dizziness became more and more obvious later.

After finally copying and putting away the paper and pen, he put his arms on the counter and fell asleep in a short while.

The old man who was sitting in front of the fireplace reading the newspaper looked up at him, then turned the newspaper to the next page. Chocolate, which was rolled into a black and white ball of hair, also looked at Jenkins, stood up and walked off the cushion, and then lay down next to his head again.

Chapter 602 Chapter 591 A Night in Late Winter

Those with strong souls can often get revelations from the future in their dreams, and Miss Audrey also agrees with this. Although Jenkins's divination study did not progress smoothly, he could indeed be called a strong soul.

He did not dream of the giant cat that often appeared in his dreams, nor did he dream of his friends, living or dead. This time he saw the skilled coroner and Hathaway's strange cousin.

When they appeared together, Jenkins realized that they all had an almost identical temperament. Even though they were strangers he had only met once, he could not bring up any bad feelings.

"This is really interesting, are Hathaway's cousin and the coroner also relatives?"

When he woke up with this doubt, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. He was a little hungry and was wearing a heavy khaki cotton coat.

The store was very quiet, and Jenkins could only hear the clicks of his pocket watch and the wall clock. He stood up and stretched, letting the two ladies who passed by the glass window laugh at each other. Looking around, he found that his father was not in the store.

"Meow~"

Chocolate called lazily, indicating that it was still there.

Jenkins found the message left by his father under Chocolate's little paws, that a batch of goods with illicit origins had come from the port. Although the port area was closed due to freezing, there was always a way to smuggle.

He asked Jenkins to watch the store and leave after he came back.

"So, you're watching the store all afternoon?"

He patted Chocolate, who was squatting beside him obediently.

"Meow~"

"Okay, no matter what fruit you take out today, it's yours!"

When he pushed open the door and wanted to go out to find some food, he found that snowflakes were falling from the sky. The falling snow was not dense, but it was enough to cover the ground. When Jenkins returned to the store with a paper bag of bread, the roofs and streets were completely white.

He took off his gloves, scarf and cotton hat and threw them on the counter, and went to the fireplace with Chocolate to warm himself. Deep winter has finally arrived, and this will be the last difficult day of the year.

He didn't make any business all afternoon, but there was a shivering woman begging outside the door. Jenkins found a piece of scrap iron and bent it into the shape of a dustpan, and gave her the remaining bread and some charcoal.

The frozen river meant that most of the workers in the dock area lost their source of income. If the family did not stock up food in advance like those animals that survived the winter, then what awaited them would be a catastrophe.

After taking the things, the woman kept thanking him. She wanted to grab Jenkins' hand, but she was worried that she would stain the man's hands. Looking at her figure leaving along the low wall on the street, Jenkins felt inexplicably sad.

Dad returned to the antique shop happily at 6:30. It was already completely dark at that time. He probably reached a satisfactory deal. He insisted on sending Jenkins back to the church, so the two of them each held a black umbrella and stepped into the snowy night.

The cold wind was cold and there was a damp smell in the air. The wind and snow were a bit strong, so the two did not speak while they were on the road.

There were no kerosene lamps at the street corner where carriages often parked nearby, so they could only continue walking along Fifth Queen's Avenue. Chocolate had already returned to Jenkins' arms because of the cold, and it might be a little hungry.

They soon passed No. 431, and Jenkins looked up and saw that it had been blocked again because of the woman who made a living by combing love.

"I heard some news today."

Probably because he felt bored, Dad took the initiative to bring up a topic. He had to raise his voice to prevent the wind and snow from hindering their conversation.

"Remember those gifters from the Church of Creation and Mechanics? They helped the church check the B-08-02-8214 machine found last night, and they made an amazing discovery - this special item has consumed a lot of its own energy recently and has temporarily lost the ability to transfer space."

"Oh, is that so?"

This definitely has nothing to do with Jenkins. When he and Miss Audrey used it, they were just testing some garbage.

"The church believes that if the power of this item can be continuously consumed, it will be possible to seal it permanently. However, the specific situation is still under discussion, and the keepers may have to work hard for a while."

From a distance, I saw lights at the intersection with Michelle Wharf Street in front, and two men holding umbrellas walked forward quickly. It was indeed a carriage.

The driver did not hide in the carriage, but shivered and sat in the shelter waiting. The fluff on the edge of his cotton hat was already stained with a layer of frost, and his shoulders were also covered with snowflakes. Seeing the two people coming, the driver quickly stood up and bowed to the two people, and then asked them to open the door of the carriage for them.

"Go to the Sage Church."

"Okay, gentlemen."

Although dangerous items such as charcoal stoves cannot be used in wooden carriages, the carriages isolated from wind and snow are at least more comfortable than outside. Chocolate was still reluctant to get out of the coat. Jenkins was worried that there was no air inside and it would suffocate it, so he didn't even dare to button all the buttons of the coat.

After getting on the carriage, he chatted with the driver. Jenkins was curious why he didn't hide in the carriage to wait for the guests.

The driver replied:

"I hide in the carriage. The guests who want to use the carriage can't see the driver and will mistakenly think that the carriage can't be used now. And I sit outside, they must know that I am waiting for guests."

Jenkins also wanted to ask why the lights were not hung outside as a reminder that the carriage can be used normally. But then he thought that doing so might still cause misunderstandings among passengers looking for the carriage. The driver probably didn't want to miss any business because of his laziness.

Street lights have also been set up on Fifth Queen's Avenue, but on such a blizzard night, the originally dim lights seemed even dimmer. It's better than nothing. After all, this is the only light on the earth after the moon is covered.

Dad and Jenkins chatted casually with the driver on the road, and the driver also agreed that the city should install street lighting facilities. For people like him who have to work at night, light means safety, at least safer than complete darkness.

"Of course, the most important thing is that I don't need to pay even a penny for these gas street lamps~ Praise the Church of the Sages! May the light of knowledge shine upon the earth!"

He was obviously not a believer of the Sages, but at least in the matter of street lamps, he sincerely thanked the church for paying a large sum of gold pounds. Of course, the following praise may be to compliment the two passengers in the carriage. Going to the church on such a night, they must be relevant figures in the church.

Chapter 603 Chapter 592 Fraud, Dragon and Seal

Jenkins must have paid for the carriage with his father. In addition to the normal fare, he gave the driver an extra silver coin as a tip for the snowy night. When the two entered the church from the main gate, they could still see the driver standing in the snow and looking at them.

"Some emotion, right?"

The father asked while sweeping the snow off his hair and shoulders.

"Yes, I think normal people with sympathy will be emotional."

Jenkins didn't need to sweep the snow, because the nuns who came after hearing the news had already taken soft towels to do it for him.

"When I was young, I felt the same emotion as you, and I have witnessed many people's lives change over the years. Compared with the past, this era is generally better, but there are still things that need to be changed. This is all about you young people."

He patted Jenkins on the shoulder and walked alone to the back yard.

Because of the blizzard tonight, fewer people came to the night class than last time. Two or three new faces were not concerned about the content of the arithmetic class, but Jenkins's opinion on "Miss Fabry's investment."

For them, the most knowledgeable person they could get in touch with was Jenkins. So for things like this that may change the fate of your family, you must consult him.