The Master of the Strange Realm

Finally, it rolled straight into the white light that was about to disappear.

The cold air flowed into his body from behind. Jenkins held his knees and finally returned to reality.

He opened his eyes and looked around. The professor was beside him, with a pale expression as if he wanted to vomit. Because there is no light in the basement, Dad’s statue no longer emits a golden luster.

"Why are you still here?"

The professor was shocked. After coming out of the mysterious realm, he would usually randomly appear in a safe place within three kilometers of the entrance to the mysterious realm, but the two of them were obviously still in the basement.

"Since it's here, it means it's safe now."

Jenkins replied that although the basement was still cold, it no longer felt like being watched all the time.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the golden statue of his father, and saw that the black around his waist, which was deeper than the basement, suddenly trembled, and the golden statue instantly turned into filthy black.

In a trance, it seemed that millions of pairs of eyes opened from Dad's black body, which seemed to contain the entire world's knowledge and contained all the mysteries, silently staring at Jenkins.

He was startled, subconsciously stepped back, and then tripped over something and fell to the ground.

Dad's body gradually returned to flesh color, and he turned his neck stiffly, as if he had a stiff neck.

Professor Burns watched the whole process, but seemed not to see the weird eyes that Jenkins saw.

"Why did you fall? Are you okay?"

Dad asked with concern.

"fine."

Patting his head and sitting up, he couldn't say that his eyes saw too many things, and he accidentally got caught.

As soon as the hand and head came into contact, the touch felt a little wrong, as if there was something extra on the fingers.

Jenkins rubbed his index finger with his thumb and found that it seemed to be a ring. He was startled and did not say anything. Instead, he took off his fingers and hid it in his pocket.

"I have an item on me that I got a long time ago, which can help me fall into a state of suspended animation. Unfortunately, it is a one-time use."

The father explained to the two what had just happened, and the professor nodded and did not ask any more questions. In Jenkins' eyes, the black color in his father's waist pocket was still there.

He didn't expose the matter, and he also realized that maybe even his father didn't know the horror of that thing.

"Thanks."

Dad looked into Jenkins' eyes and said seriously.

"You're welcome...this conversation is kind of disgusting."

He received another slap on the head from his father.

The three of them helped each other out of the basement. Although the manservant at the door was strange, he did not ask what happened.

Dad found a quiet place and used the triangular piece of paper he had used last time to pass on what happened here to the church.

"You are so lucky that you all survived."

He lamented to Jenkins and the professor that he didn't know what was going on around him during his suspended animation.

"Yeah, luckily I usually read a lot of miscellaneous books, and those math problems are all from books." Jenkins grinned, "I got a lot of spirits this time, plus the one that can turn objects into gold. Gold particles, it’s a big profit this time.”

He looked at the professor, signaling his father to say something, and at the same time tried his best to confuse the math problems.

Professor Burns did not realize, or in other words, deliberately ignored the origin of those mathematical problems that were obviously ordinary but terrifying to think about. He knew who saved him.

Could it be that as people live longer, they can really passively increase their intelligence and social attributes?

“We are actually gifted ones who are affiliated with the church.”

Dad said to the professor. The professor was stunned, his hand unconsciously touched his pocket, and then nodded with a wry smile.

"I can guess it."

"So have you heard of the registration law?"

"I know...but the opportunity for me to become a gifter was because I was guided by an unknown being in my dream. I knew very well that he was definitely not a sage, but he should also be a great being. Because I was worried about being considered a deviant. My own beliefs, or being recognized as a follower of the evil god, so I..."

"Then do you still believe in the sages of inheritance?"

Dad asked seriously.

"Of course!"

Professor Burns's voice grew louder in vain.

"Sages are my lifelong belief, and this will never change!"

"That's fine."

Dad smiled and waved his hand, signaling him to relax.

"The church has special testing methods to test a person's faith. Please rest assured about this. After this incident, because the mysterious situation has to be reported to the church, I hope you can take the initiative to register at the church, otherwise... ..."

"Okay, as long as the church still recognizes me as a follower of the Sage, there is no problem at all!"

Professor Burns laughed easily, but Jenkins didn't know if it was an act or real.

"Maybe there really are such devout believers in this world?"

Jenkins, who considered himself very religious, thought so.

The three of them did not dare to stay in the castle any longer. Anyway, their father had already informed the church about what happened here. The three of them greeted the old butler at the gate of the castle and agreed to hire a car to pull their things tomorrow. Then they quickly left here under the suspicious eyes of the old butler.

No one noticed that a black and white kitten was poking its head in the woods near the castle. It swayed its tail gently and followed behind the three of them.

Jenkins was exhausted by what happened in the strange world. He sat in the car with his father and the professor. He took out his pocket watch to see what time it was, but found that it was not moving.

"Did it break when I fell just now?"

He guessed helplessly, touched the few pounds left in his pocket, and said to his father: "I will get off the car later and find a place to repair the pocket watch. This is a gift from John."

The father who was talking to the professor in a low voice nodded. The latter was asking about the impact of registration on life.

"By the way, is your book on sale today? At the Nasser Bros. Bookstore on Sophisto Avenue?"

Jenkins calculated the date in his mind, and Mr. Bros. seemed to be talking about today:

"Yes, other booksellers have also ordered dozens of copies, but the number is very small."

"Are you also a writer?"

Professor Burns asked curiously, holding his hat. The carriage just shook and his black hat tilted to the side.

"It's just a fairy tale book."

Jenkins was a little embarrassed. Although he had adapted it to fit the characteristics of this world, most of the ideas were copied after all.

Chapter 62 Chapter 59 Watchmaker and Buyer

It happened that the watch shop that the professor recommended to Jenkins was on Sophistu Avenue, which was the real commercial district of Nolan City, where the upper-class gentlemen and ladies would purchase items.

The air in the city was still so bad, and the weather was a bit gloomy.

The old man asked the coachman to stop the carriage at the corner of the street and wait for a while. He planned to buy a few books of Jenkins, and the professor went to repair the watch with Jenkins.

Looking back and seeing that the old man had walked into the bookstore with a huge sign, Jenkins immediately approached Professor Burns and whispered

"According to the rules, every encounter in the strange world must be reported to the church."

"I understand. We later found that as long as we asked about trivial matters such as the steam bill for next month, the master of the strange world didn't know the answer."

The professor nodded to Jenkins, smiled gently, and then strode into the watch shop.

It seems that age attributes can really affect intelligence and social interaction.

The walls were covered with ticking and clacking clocks. The mechanical style was brought to the extreme in this shop. A brown-haired man wearing a monocle noticed the arrival of the two.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

His face was covered with a warm smile, and he was dressed in a proper and serious manner. The fine gears on the table all showed that he was a skilled and reliable watchmaker.

"My pocket watch is broken. Can you see if it can be repaired?"

Jenkins handed over the pocket watch, and the professor stretched his head to look at the wall clock with a look of interest.

At first, I felt that the sound of gears turning and clocks ticking was very interesting, but after listening to it for a long time, it became a bit irritating. In particular, the sound of one of the gears was particularly prominent, just like the sound of suona in a symphony orchestra. Jenkins frowned and tried to find the source of the sound, but the watchmaker had already checked the pocket watch.

"Okay, it should be that the spring in the dial is tangled due to collision, just replace the spring. Guest, your watch should be specially customized, please cherish it, every watch made by a craftsman has its own soul."

The pocket watch and the deposit of 1 shilling were left in the watch shop. Jenkins walked out with the professor with the receipt and happened to see the old man walking into the carriage with three books.

"Is there an illustration?"

After the professor sat down, he took the "Stories of Strangers" handed over by the old man and was a little surprised.

In addition to special purposes, most books of this era are full of dense text.

He flipped through it casually, looking very interested, and promised Jenkins to recommend it to students in school.

Although it is a fairy tale, Professor Burns seems to think it can also be regarded as a love story-he just turned to the part where Sleeping Beauty was awakened by the prince's kiss.

The carriage stopped in front of the old man's antique shop, and a middle-aged man with a familiar face and a serious face stood at the corner of the street waiting for everyone.

He nodded gently to the old man and Jenkins, then glanced at the professor, motioning him to follow, and the two of them walked onto another carriage.

"I seem to have seen him, when he was being treated in the hospital, and on the night of the storm."

Jenkins said hesitantly.

"Yes, he came to pick up Professor Burns to go to the church... Is the staff shortage so severe now..."

The old man muttered softly, took out the bronze key from the pocket of his dark coat, opened the big lock hanging in front of the door, and turned the cardboard at the door to change it to "Open for Business".

Jenkins' book was placed on the counter by the old man, and he flipped through a few pages. Although he had received a trial print sent by Mr. Bro a few days ago, he still had to check it out.

"Mr. Grant's painting skills are great!"

He exclaimed that the old man really understood his requirements for childish paintings with some two-dimensional style.

"After all, I am the painting teacher for the noble ladies, so this is natural."

The old man walked in from the side door and handed a stack of papers to Jenkins:

"Write a report about the strange land and give it to me within a week."

"Okay, sir."

Jenkins put the stack of papers away and thought of another thing: "The professor and I both got a gold grain in this strange land. Do we need to hand it over..."

"No, it's your own thing."

The old man waved his hand, and then remembered something:

"I almost forgot, dress neatly tomorrow, someone wants to buy your commemorative badge of [Earth and Harvest]."

Jenkins almost forgot about this matter, he nodded: "Who is it, a noble, or a large farmer who believes in Mother Earth?"

"It's Miss Michael."

Brianne Michael, this name is not the first time Jenkins has heard. She is the youngest daughter of Marquis Michael, and she is still at school age.

The reason why this noble girl met the old man is that in addition to being the owner of an antique shop, the old man is also a nominal historical consultant at St. Pascatini College. Of course, this is a sinecure arranged by the church for the convenience of work.

Brianne Michael also has two brothers and a sister, so it is definitely not her turn to inherit the family business.

Unlike ordinary noble girls, she loves adventure by nature and is very interested in the so-called "supernatural". Born in a marquis family, she knows more things, but the way to become a gifter is not easy to get.

In order to realize her "ideal", she was very interested in ancient books, antiques and secret legends, so she met the honorary history consultant of her school during a treasure hunt. Of course, she didn't know her father's church identity, nor did she know that she could buy from him, and there would definitely be no undiscovered extraordinary items.

Jenkins had only heard of her in casual conversations with his father before, and she had asked someone to pass on apples to his father when he was in the hospital, but she had never seen it with her own eyes. His father described her as: "She is very beautiful, kind to others, a traditional aristocratic girl...but her excessive curiosity about the extraordinary will ruin her one day."

"That badge doesn't seem to be an extraordinary item, right? She wants to use that thing to ask the [Earth and Harvest] Church for a way to become a gifter?"

"No, I heard it was just a gift for a friend."

Nothing else happened that day, and Jenkins was very worried about his unlucky constitution when he went out. But then he thought that except for the time when he met A-01-2-0198, the flower seller, it seemed that his father was present every time he was unlucky. Maybe someone else is really unlucky?

He rashly expressed his opinion, and in return he brought back two large books tonight.

Chapter 63 Chapter 60 Noble Girls