The Master of the Strange Realm

"I remember that the script you collaborated with Hathaway Hertha has not yet been completed."

"Yes, you don't mean to say..."

"I'll write to her soon. I think you wouldn't mind using your free time every day to discuss topics of common interest with your friends in a warm club. Of course, if you want to go out for a walk, that's fine. I I don’t think anyone would mind such a normal thing.”

This matter was completely non-negotiable. After dawn, Jenkins watched his father put the letter into the mailbox on Fifth Queens Avenue, and received a positive reply from Hathaway that evening.

"I'm looking forward to your opera libretto, Jenkins. Your talent should be more thoroughly displayed, instead of sitting in an antique shop all day long doing those troublesome accounts."

Dad patted his shoulder and said.

The blizzard continued into Sunday afternoon. When I met the two ladies again at the club, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Jenkins had no way of knowing why this awkwardness arose, but he at least knew he should find an interesting topic to change the atmosphere.

Snowflakes were flying outside the window, flying like goose feathers. When I mention the goose, I think of the delicious roast goose last night. It was made specially by the kitchen to supplement the nutrition of the injured Jenkins. The oily taste is unforgettable.

"No, that's not a good topic."

There is a slight powdery aroma in the club, and the light flavor is just right. Both Hathaway and Miss Michael wore light makeup, and the former had earrings temporarily entrusted to her for safekeeping.

Even though the heating was on inside the club, the fireplace inside was still roaring. A burning fireplace is more like a decoration than a heating function, and snowy windows should match such an indoor scene.

Because he was worried that Chocolate's fur would be ruffled by the flames, Jenkins forced him to hold it next to him. But instead of sitting down immediately to continue the conversation, he bent down and stirred the coals in the fireplace with a poker.

It wasn't something he did often, since he wasn't using ordinary flames when he was at home.

"Jenkins, I heard that you had a serious illness a few days ago?"

Miss Michael took the initiative to ask. They happened to go to the antique store to ask their father to help identify the items on the Thursday when Jenkins fell asleep, so they heard about Jenkins' physical condition.

"Oh, I accidentally caught a cold, but I'm almost recovered now, otherwise Bishop Parrod wouldn't have allowed me to go out at will."

This is public rhetoric.

"Now is the season when you are easily sick. There is also an alarming influenza outbreak in the city. Hathaway and I planned to visit you over the weekend. God bless us. I hope this epidemic will not spread to a wider area."

Now that Jenkins has a lot of free time, the church is trying not to assign tasks to him. Miss Bevanna probably heard about Jenkins peeking into fate from Miss Audrey, and she found time to talk to him about the future last night.

While recalling Miss Bevanna's expression last night, he compared Miss Bevanna's attire with the two aristocratic daughters in front of him.

"Miss Bevanna is more mature. Speaking of which, I don't even know her specific age."

As a benefactor, Hathaway was more perceptive, and she read something different from Jenkins' casual movements.

Jenkins is still immersed in memories, and Miss Bevanna hopes that he can seriously consider his future path to transcendence. If he decides at this time to focus all his energy on the study of divination, then as long as he doesn't die, he will definitely be promoted to demigod.

"It's a pity that I refused."

"Sorry, Jenkins, what did you say?"

Neither of the other two people in the room understood what Jenkins was saying.

"Sorry, I thought about last night's chocolate craving for something to eat at midnight. This cat is really naughty."

He shook his head as he spoke.

Although this answer can effectively solve the problem in front of him, Chocolate will never be polite when he returns.

Demigods are nothing at all. What Jenkins wants to seek is the true God. He believes that the path he is taking now is the right one. Whether it is collecting savior emblems or obtaining divine knowledge by absorbing divinity, it is the shortest path directly to becoming a god.

As for mortal demigods, they are nothing worth mentioning.

"Don't be too arrogant, be humble, be low-key."

He reminded himself in his mind, and coolly took out the neatly folded handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wiped his hands before retreating from the fireplace to the chair.

After experiencing the birth of the evil god's son, the blood-moon night of the vampires, the rampage of strange things, and the death of his friends, he also decided to take a short vacation for himself, temporarily withdrawing from the extraordinary world and dealing with mundane things.

"I heard that "Frozen" will be released soon?"

"Yes, I received Mr. Bro's letter yesterday. It's almost ready. The first edition of the book will be sent to me next week."

"Do I have the honor of being the first official reader?"

Miss Michael asked.

"Of course, I promise."

As he spoke, he looked at Hathaway, who had a faint smile on his face. Jenkins felt that he might never learn the ability to read women's expressions in his lifetime.

Now that he has plenty of time, Jenkins can better complete the new script of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company. Although Mr. Nellie's "little trouble" has been solved, the gentleman still maintains great enthusiasm for Jenkins, which also urges him to complete his task as soon as possible.

Miss Michael, like Hathaway, has received a complete and systematic education. While working with the other two, she will help Jenkins look after the cat and check for misspelled words for him, which makes writing easier.

"Maybe such a peaceful life is not bad."

He popped up such a thought.

PS: This chapter is 3K, and I ask for votes by the way, any votes will do. I'm busy with thesis work recently, and I thought that graduation season would be very leisurely.

Chapter 606 Chapter 595 Familiar Flowers

For a man who does not have much life experience, asking the two ladies about the real aristocratic life is also a necessary step to perfect the script. The cooperation of the three people is very happy, at least on the surface for the time being.

Mr. Benz's funeral was held on Sunday morning. The church's benefactors have a special cemetery. Facing the first rays of the rising sun, Jenkins and Mr. Benz's friends each grabbed a handful of soil and threw it into the coffin in the deep pit.

The pit soil was filled up bit by bit, and the coffin disappeared from sight. The determination to avenge this gentleman also appeared in his heart.

No matter what the reason, no matter what his identity was, Jenkins had to kill the remaining two blood-sucking species and take the mirror.

Because of the recent busy work, most people left without staying after the funeral. Only idle people like Jenkins were still wandering around the cemetery. Dad just met an acquaintance who had not seen him for a long time and went to chat with him. He told Jenkins to wait for a while, and they would go back to the city together.

The last funeral I attended was the funeral of Mr. Augustus, and the funeral of Mr. Pisco was traced back.

Jenkins always suspected that the businessman who sold life at Mr. Pisco's funeral was also arranged by that gentleman before his death. Even the many accidents of the ability of [Undead] may be related to him.

But Mr. Pisco is dead, and these questions will never be answered.

The air outside the city is always better than in the city. Although it is difficult to hear birds singing in the early morning of winter, it is also a pleasant thing to walk on the snow and look at the scenery in the distance.

A dead branch stretched out in the snow. Jenkins wanted to command Chocolate to break it off, but the cat would never leave Jenkins' shoulder.

He didn't mind. He stepped forward and gently slid his palm with a green breath on the surface of the branch. A few seconds later, the dead tree came back to life, the buds emerged, and the flowers bloomed.

He hesitated for a while, but still picked the flower that seemed to be dripping. Before he could put it under his nose to sniff it artificially, he heard a brisk laugh behind him.

Turning his head, a brown-haired girl who was not as tall as Jenkins' waist, wearing a thick cotton coat like a penguin, looked at him from a distance with her hands behind her back.

Blinking——

"Level 0 gifter... Is this a child of the church?"

Although he didn't know the girl, there were more than 20 scribes not far away, so it was impossible for her to be a cultist who sneaked in. Besides, Jenkins had an inexplicable intimacy with the girl in front of him, which made him unable to raise any malice.

"Sir, the flowers in your hand are beautiful!"

The girl said with a smile. She was not very beautiful, but she had an indescribable noble temperament when she smiled.

"Really?"

He glanced at the flowers and didn't notice that the cat on his shoulder narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you like it, then I'll give it to you."

As he said that, he walked to the girl with a creaking step on the snow. The girl was a little surprised, but she still happily stretched out her hand to take the flowers.

"Thank you, Mr. William."

Knowing Jenkins' name, he was indeed a child of the church.

In order to welcome the end of the year, Dad decided to decorate the store seriously before the end of the month. The items used during the Reading Festival can still be used, but some new ornaments are still needed.

In fact, there is such a shop next to the antique shop, but Dad still crossed three blocks to buy the things. He and Jenkins moved the cartons to the warehouse behind, and joked that maybe there would be no need to buy new decorations for the Book Festival next year.

When they left the antique shop around 3 pm, snowflakes fell from the sky again. Because today is Sunday, Jenkins is going back to Privet Drive to visit his family.

Except for the eldest brother who is away on a study tour, the whole family is in the living room, and Jenkins' unexpected arrival adds a touch of warmth to the family.

John's year-end exam will be held next week, and Mary hopes that Jenkins can accompany John to school on the day of the exam. John is of course reluctant and claims that he no longer needs to be picked up from school. But at least before he can move out like Jenkins, he can't disobey any request from his mother.

Before dinner, John motioned to Jenkins to talk to him alone. So the two brothers hid in the bathroom one after another, using the excuse of going to the toilet.

The mirror in the bathroom reflected the faces of the two men. Although Jenkins was older, he looked more like the youngest son of the family, which made John feel uncomfortable.

"Jenkins, I think you can give me some advice."

The boy said nervously.

"Of course, now that Robert is not at home, I should play this role. As long as it doesn't have to do with Miss Hoover, I can give advice on anything."

He nodded and leaned against the wall, somewhat anticipating John's question.

"It has nothing to do with Jennifer..."

He muttered timidly, then raised his head and asked seriously:

"Some of my friends told me that if I open an account in a traveler's bank now and transfer gold pounds to the designated person, I will be rewarded soon. This matter seems to be an investment made by a local mining magnate. business, but my father never mentioned such a thing, so I would like to ask you to give me some advice."

"Are you short of gold pounds now?"

"No, but I am already 16 years old this year. I should have some income of my own..."

he said with a blush.

The original owner, Jenkins, had such an idea when he was 16 years old, but unfortunately his power of action lagged far behind his ideological awareness.

"My advice is, don't get involved."

Facing John, he no longer needed to be vague.

"Since even my father doesn't know about this, it means that it is most likely a scam. There is no need to take risks for that little gold pound. I think you should understand it."

John nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, "Okay, I understand, this matter is indeed a bit weird. If it was so easy to earn gold pounds, then there wouldn't be so many poor people."

Jenkins has had some ominous premonitions recently. He found that more and more people are paying attention to "Miss Fabry's" mining business. Although the balance can still be barely maintained, the increase in attention means that the probability of being discovered is greater.

But fortunately, there has been news from Eldron that they are preparing to close the net. Jenkins plans to return the principal based on those complicated accounts and income after the cultists are arrested, and refund more and make up for less. This will certainly not be completely fair. The bank's custody fee is a large loss, but at least on average, everyone's loss will be minimized.

"I'm not benefiting from this."

This is one of the reasons why he believes that he is in the righteous camp.

Chapter 607 Chapter 596 Explosion at Night

Old Jack's potion refining was originally planned to start this week, but due to Jenkins' various accidents, the two did not start formal preparations until Sunday night.

Before that, Jenkins made another bottle of [Witch's Kiss] and gave it to Old Jack for tasting. The latter thinks that the quality of this bottle of [Witch's Kiss] is okay, but it is far from excellent quality.

But considering that Jenkins learned to configure the potion without any guidance, this result is already amazing.

The precious plant that old Jack got was called "Salinock Grass" in this era. But compared to grass, it is more like an ordinary flower.

Old Jack told Jenkins to be careful and then threw a small stone at the flowerpot. Before the stone touched the flower, the petals suddenly opened wide like a mouth, and then the branches slightly adjusted their angles, and the petals swallowed the stone. After the crunching sound, everything returned to normal.

"Are you sure this is a plant and not an animal?"

"Of course, the book clearly states that this is indeed a plant."

There is a long-standing legend behind the Salinock grass. It was about the love past of a pair of young lovers, Sally and Nok. Old Jack told Jenkins about it when clearing the table.

Like most love stories, Sally and Nok also had misunderstandings and died for various reasons. According to legend, this plant was transformed into the resentment of the frustrated lovers.

"Why is there such a love story? Isn't it a bit unreasonable?"

"This is a warning to young men and women to cherish their emotions and find lovers for the purpose of marriage. The social atmosphere when I was young was not what it is now, hum! Young people today~"

A pot full of liquid and at least 14 pounds (about 6.35kg) of solid materials, and after three hours of production, the final potion was only a shallow bottle bottom. Jenkins guessed that the total amount of those dazzling golden potions would not exceed ten drops.

They radiate light themselves, and the bright color reminds people of gold. If you tilt the glass bottle and let the liquid slide, it will disperse into golden beads and roll, which looks very attractive.

This potion is called [The Song of the Giver], and only the Giver can take it. The effect is very simple. After taking one drop, one of your own abilities will be able to evolve. But the direction and content of evolution are completely unknown and therefore carry great risks.

But even this is astonishing enough. The evolution of abilities can usually lead users to better understand the world. Changing abilities through external induction is something that Jenkins has never heard of.

The Song of the Giver can be used multiple times by the same person, but it cannot be used too many times in a week. This is its only limitation.

Although the church's venue was used for production, the ownership of these liquids still belongs to Old Jack, after all, the materials and production were all completed by him. According to Old Jack's estimation, the amount the two produced this time should be able to separate 12 drops individually.

He planned to keep 3 drops for himself, sell 8 drops to the church, and use the remaining 1 drop as a reward for Jenkins' help.