The Master of the Strange Realm

"Is this really okay?"

Jenkins didn't feel that he had exerted much effort. Although the scene of the growing sapling was amazing, the most tiring thing he did tonight was just washing the glassware.

"Take it."

He had carefully separated the drop and placed it in a white container that looked like a little finger bone. After Jenkins took it, he found that this thing seemed to be a bone product.

"Pay attention to the shelf life of half a year, don't waste it."

He patted Jenkins' shoulder impatiently, and then blasted him out. It was still very time-consuming to separate the remaining solution more carefully.

Unexpectedly, Chocolate, who had always been interested in all food, had no reaction to [Song of the Giver]. When Jenkins returned to the room, it seemed to be fighting with the metal block, constantly slapping it with its front paws in turn. Seeing that Jenkins had something in his hand, he came over and sniffed it, then turned his head and continued to raise his paw to slap his toy.

This is really new.

Jenkins did not plan to use this drop of liquid himself. He was very satisfied with the ability he had. But the price of this thing should be very high, maybe I can find a suitable opportunity to sell it.

After going to Rune to make the first batch of [Hemolytic Toxin], Jenkins was ready to rest. But tonight was not as peaceful as he expected. He didn't know how long he slept, but a loud bang from a distance woke Jenkins up.

"Chocolate, run!"

He jumped off the bed, grabbed the small ball of fur next to the pillow and ran. But before he reached the door, his steps slowed down again. Looking back at the window, he realized that the ground was not shaking, it seemed to be just a simple explosion.

"Meow~"

The sleepy cat twisted its body in Jenkins' arms, and its tail unconsciously whipped the front of the man's pajamas.

A few minutes later, Jenkins, who had changed his clothes, and Chocolate, who was fully awake, walked out of the room together.

A lot of people had gathered in the courtyard, and the nuns were calling the children to go back to their rooms to sleep. Jenkins greeted Bishop Palod, and the old man even buttoned his buttons incorrectly, and then looked up at the horizon. In the eastern sky, the night could not cover the billowing smoke.

"Did a high-power steam boiler in a large factory explode?"

The original owner could not find such a scene in his memory. Jenkins could not imagine how such an accident could be caused with the productivity of this era.

"Go back quickly, go back to sleep!"

Someone shouted behind him, it seemed to be an old priest. The crowd gradually dispersed. Jenkins saw that no one paid attention to him, and no one wanted to talk about what happened, so he returned to the room with chocolate in high spirits.

Once awakened, it was not easy to fall asleep again. The explosion in the distance occurred at one o'clock in the morning. Jenkins lay in bed with his eyes closed and counted cats. He finally felt confused. When he was in a chaotic state of sleep and wakefulness, there was another loud bang.

This time the sound was closer to the church, because the water cup on the bedside table shook because of the vibration.

"It's not because of me this time."

He muttered softly, lying on his back, stretching his right arm to cover his face and eyes.

He did not intend to go out to check the situation again, anyway, there would be no results so soon. Besides, even if the church team was going out to perform a mission, Jenkins would never be allowed to follow.

Chapter 608 Chapter 597 Bad News

After the huge explosion, there was no more movement at night. Jenkins couldn't sleep, so he whispered:

"Chocolate, how many more explosions do you think there will be tonight?"

"Meow~"

In fact, he didn't care about the answer, he just wanted to try whether his cat was suffering from insomnia like him.

The residents of Nolan City probably couldn't get a good sleep that night. Before dawn, the explosions accompanied by huge noises occurred three times in total.

As a result, the next day, that is, early in the morning of December 24, people's focus was not on the news in the morning newspaper, because there was definitely no news about the early morning. The focus was on talking with friends about what happened.

Because he could go to Dad's Antique Shop later, after breakfast, Jenkins helped to sort out the books that fell off the bookshelf due to vibration last night in the library, while waiting to meet Captain Binsey and other people who might know the truth.

He soon got the result. A group of seriously injured gifted people were carried into the church on stretchers from the back door of the church. This was Jenkins' job.

There were thirteen wounded people in this group. Each of them had red marks like whip wounds, and some were left by creatures like electric eels attacking humans.

The rest of the wounds were easy to treat, but this kind of scars could not even be treated with [Healing Breath]. It was not until the [Life Orb] was taken out as an auxiliary and a little flame of [Eternal Purification Candle] was mixed in that the scars disappeared a little, but they still remained on the skin.

The more critical problem was that the wounded were still unconscious.

"What happened?"

The people who sent the wounded back did not know either. They only knew that a fierce battle between high-level gifted people broke out in the small factory area on the river bank. Including Miss Befanna, at least four demigod gifted people belonging to the Orthodox Church appeared on the battlefield.

This group of injured people was the first team to enter the explosion factory last night to investigate. The members were from the Church of Night and Hiddenness, the Church of Knowledge and Books, and the Church of Ocean and Exploration.

Although Jenkins' treatment was not completely effective, at least the wounded showed no signs of deteriorating.

It was already evening that day when I saw Miss Bevanna again. Jenkins was reading the evening paper, wondering how the worldly side understood the night's explosion, when Captain Binsey stumbled over and told him to go to Miss Bevanna's office.

Miss Bevanna was injured, and her right arm had the same scars as those injured this morning. The red and swollen Yu Hen was even stronger, but she was not unconscious.

"What exactly happened?"

Jenkins held the woman's smooth wrist, and green smoke quickly passed between the two. The Orb of Life was suspended in front of Jenkins, and the green light was like a green flame burning in the air.

"The son of the evil god has appeared."

Miss Bevanna's tone revealed exhaustion. She stretched out her intact left hand and pushed a strand of long hair back behind her ear in the face of the setting sun outside the window.

"Yesterday, the first investigation team was nowhere to be seen, and I knew that something big had happened. There was probably no one alive in the factory area. The cultists turned on all the steam engines, and the harmful gas they produced lingered in Nolan City. All the fog above was absorbed by the Son of God. We tried to interrupt this process, but unfortunately failed."

Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why the weather was so good today, and also understood that the indelible traces were probably wounds caused by divine power.

"Then now..."

"It drew too much power from the fog and blocked the entire factory area on its own. We can't enter, and it probably won't be able to come out before it wakes up... The application for divine descent has been passed to the direction of Beldiran. Jenkins , you’d better be prepared, if the sage has time to meet his followers in the material world, he will most likely meet you.”

This news was too sudden, whether it was the Son of God suddenly causing trouble or the arrival of the Sage. Although he had met the unknowable image of the great god more than once, he never thought that he would meet a real god in a human way.

"Will the Sage discover my identity?"

He thought a little worriedly, but compared to when he first came to this world, this feeling of fear has been reduced a lot.

"I have made a lot of contributions to the church, and I haven't kept too many secrets."

He comforted himself, and then thought:

"Do you want to find a reason to hide out for a while?"

This is the worst idea, but also the most reliable. He swallowed, hoping very much that the abominable Son of Evil God would explode on his own right away, so as not to really attract the True God.

In the blink of an eye, it came to Tuesday. After saying goodbye to Hathaway and Miss Michael in the evening, Jenkins looked at the sunset and felt melancholy again. The air quality in the city is beyond imagination. Even my father thinks these two days are the best days since he lived in Nolan.

While wandering around looking for a carriage to return to the church, I somehow saw Agnes Howard, codenamed "Miss Magic," walking hurriedly from the other end of the street, and they passed each other.

"It is none of my business."

He said to himself in his mind and continued to move forward.

But before he had even taken two steps, he saw the sneaky Mr. Liverpool across the street looking at the front room of the club. He was much more careful this time and did not let the club's security guards notice him, but his suspicious behavior had already attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Why is it him again... This has nothing to do with me."

He shook his head, stopped and bought an evening newspaper from the newsboy, and continued walking along the street.

But he stopped after taking a few steps and turned to look at Liverpool, who was still there.

"I've been running into him lately, which is definitely not a good sign. Let's resolve the matter completely this time. This is a good opportunity."

While thinking about it, he strode across the street, gradually approached Mr. Liverpool under the cover of pedestrians, and then suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Oh~"

He was startled, and then realized that the person standing in front of him was an acquaintance.

"Oh, it's Baron Willamette. Good afternoon, nice to meet you."

He said with some fear, his face covered with red pimples lowered, not daring to look into Jenkins' eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Liverpool."

Jenkins' palms grasped his shoulders tightly, and in order not to attract the attention of passers-by, he turned sideways to block his movements.

"Maybe I'm being nosy, but I really want to know, what are you doing now?"

Chapter 609 Chapter 598 George Liverpool

Jenkins' words ended in a questioning tone. He didn't leave the young man any time to answer, and continued hurriedly:

"If I remember correctly, that club has refused your attempts to trespass several times, and Miss Lawrence has complained to her friends about your disgraceful stalking behavior on several occasions."

"Yes Yes."

Liverpool replied obediently, and wanted to step back, but felt that the palm on his shoulder was particularly strong.

"Excuse me, do you also know Miss Lawrence?"

Hearing this question, Jenkins suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger in his heart. He tried hard to restrain this unknown anger, with a stiff smile on his face, and said:

"Miss Lawrence can be regarded as my friend, so I hope you can get along with a lady in normal ways. If she rejects you, please don't continue to pester her; if you are unwilling, then rely on yourself Work hard to make a difference instead of being a shameful voyeur here.”

"I see......"

He twisted his shoulders, trying to escape from Jenkins' grasp.

"Don't leave in a hurry, please listen to me."

The tone gradually became irritable:

"Listen, Mr. Liverpool. I know you long for a romantic love story with a beautiful girl, but your methods are so disgusting. I have nothing to do with your affairs, and I am not qualified to judge your behavior. , it is morality and law that motivates me to stand on the street and talk to you in such cold weather. Listen, I have connections in Carfax Field, and yes, you know that I am a nobleman, and noblemen always have privileges. . If I see you sneaking around Miss Lawrence again, even just once, then I promise to let you spend the rest of the year in the police station."

"Yes, I understand."

He lowered his head and muttered softly: "Love stories only belong to 'princes' like you."

"What did you say?"

Jenkins frowned, but he really didn't hear that sentence clearly, so he added:

"Last time I saw you across from the cloak shop, you turned around and ran away. This shows that you still have some sense of shame."

Liverpool continued to lower his head and said nothing.

"Okay, we're all reasonable people. I think you can understand that this was not a threat today. I hope your shame will continue to kick in and please don't do anything like this again."

Having said this, he finally let go of his palm. Liverpool took a step back, almost tripping over a stone under his feet.

"I understand, Baron, thank you for your warning."

He bent down and bowed, then turned and ran away quickly.

"No, I don't think you understand yet."

A faint intuition told Jenkins that this man would definitely cause him a lot of trouble in the near future. He wanted to catch up, but he was worried that it was just an illusion. After just a few seconds of hesitation, Liverpool ran into a side alley and disappeared.

As an extremely cautious person, Jenkins never allows any danger factors to appear around him. The premonition of danger at that moment kept warning him. Therefore, after returning to the church, he directly asked church personnel to help investigate matters related to Liverpool.

It is very simple to investigate an ordinary person. After dinner, someone handed a file bag to Jenkins, which contained all the information about the young man.

Seeing that it was still some time before Loen's party, he opened the document bag and planned to take a look first.

George Liverpool was born in Nolan City to an ordinary coal miner family. His mother died of illness when he was three years old, and his father died in a mining accident, so he stayed with his uncle who was not wealthy since he was a child.

His uncle Jack Liverpool had a very bad character. Although he treated his nephew well, George Liverpool's behavior was very problematic after growing up in a poor and twisted family.

"Eager for wealth, some are hostile to the rich, worship the privileged class, and study with the goal of getting ahead..."

This is Jenkins’ summary of him. It may be biased but the overall direction is correct. Presumably the investigators also knew that the client was Jenkins, so they specially excerpted some excerpts about Miss Lawrence from the Liverpool diary.

"You can also steal a diary, it's so powerful..."

Eliminating those crazy fantasies of his boyhood, Jenkins discovered that his original intention of falling in love with Miss Lawrence was actually because there were no men in the Lawrence family. If he could marry this girl, it would mean he could inherit everything that belonged to the Lawrence family.

Jenkins really had a hard time understanding this kind of behavior, and if he could think of this kind of attention to get ahead, why couldn't he use some smarter tactics when it came to gaining a girl's affection.

"It turns out it's not pure infatuated love."

He felt that he had encountered something extremely disgusting, and there was still a trace of admiration for persistence in his heart, which also disappeared.

But in the final analysis, this incident seems to be attributed to personal misfortune caused by the misfortune of the times. Liverpool were certainly at fault, but the fault itself lay at the feet of a larger misfortune.

"Well, the feelings between people are indeed complicated. It is the right choice to step away and pursue greater goals."

He strengthened his belief again, then swept aside the documents that affected his mood, intending to ask the church to help handle the follow-up of this matter.

Lately, Jenkins often thinks of Loon as a place where he can forget his troubles. There, he doesn't need to play anyone, he can share all of his... most of his secrets with his friends, and he doesn't need to worry about the impact this will have on his future.