The Master of the Strange Realm

Since the book he wrote has been successfully published, he is also preparing to move out of the Williamite family. Mary Williamite is still reluctant, but after being persuaded by her family, she finally accepts this fact.

Jenkins returned to his bedroom at night and finally had the chance to take the ring out of his pocket.

It looked very familiar, the one worn by the man on the golden throne. It was golden in color, with fine patterns carved on the surface, and connected together like a python stretching its body.

Jenkins carefully input his spirit into it, but nothing happened.

He thought of the black robe that also appeared in him, and tried to take the ring into his body. Sure enough, this was also a gift.

"What is this? Equipment will definitely explode when you go to the strange realm?"

Jenkins whispered while stroking the lines.

Now he has three gifts. The black robe can conceal his identity and interfere with divination and prophecy. It is a must for him to open a trumpet to cause trouble. The candle that never burns short seems to be related to clearing abnormal conditions. Although it failed to help Jenkins get rid of the extreme cold that night, Jenkins always suspected that it was because he was not strong enough.

"What can the ring do?"

Jenkins thought, but had no idea, so he could only go to bed.

"You look expectant, what are you thinking about?"

After copying the tadpole writing a hundred times a day, Jenkins was bored and lay in front of the counter waiting for Miss Michael's visit, but he didn't see anyone until his father came back in the afternoon.

In the morning, his father hired a horse-drawn truck to rush to the castle yesterday to bring back the old goods he bought.

"I wonder if there is any beautiful literary girl, or an unsuccessful middle-aged man who occasionally passes by the bookstore, who sees my book and is amazed and praises loudly that this is a rare great writer."

"But you write a fairy tale book..."

The old man threw his coat to Jenkins and asked him to hang it up, and bluntly hit Jenkins' enthusiasm.

"Please leave me some fantasy."

"Is Michael not here yet? Then let me tell you something serious. The church has completely sealed off the castle and conducted a thorough inspection."

"Oh?"

Jenkins turned his head, "That evil spirit..."

"We found nothing. We even asked the great fortune teller who was visiting Nolan City for help, but we found nothing. She said that we could only see a black fog that covered the truth. There must be something terrible behind the black fog."

His face was a little serious, "Jenkins, this matter is very strange, very strange. Don't walk around recently. The purpose of the evil spirit forcing us into the strange world is still unknown, but it is definitely not a good thing."

"Great fortune teller?"

Jenkins' attention was focused on something else, this was someone who might discover his identity.

"Hasn't Miss Orlando from the capital gone back?"

"It's not her, it's another lady of noble status. She is a close friend of Miss Eve Garden of the Church of [Starry Sky and Balance], and she was invited to be a guest."

"What's her name?"

"I don't know her real name either. Diviners never reveal their real names to strangers. She is usually called Miss Audrey. She is a believer of [Hermit of Destiny]."

This is the first time Jenkins heard his father use the word "honorable" when referring to someone. I just hope she doesn't divine her true self. That black robe should be very powerful, right?

"The dead Mr. Sanders and Mr. Chewell..."

"The same caliber is missing." Dad said slowly, "After all, missing without reason is the best excuse."

It was not until the evening when Jenkins was about to leave that Britney Michael, with dazzling golden long hair, pulled a shy red-haired girl out of the carriage and hurriedly opened the door of his father's antique shop.

The carriage at the door should be the private property of the Michael family. The pure white carriage is outlined with sky blue lines. It exudes a white jade-like luster in the dim sunlight. The solemn and serious sword-shaped family emblem is decorated in the center of the door. Even passers-by subconsciously take a detour to the side, for fear of disturbing the big man who uses the carriage.

Just as Daddy said, Britney Michael's appearance is absolutely first-class. Jenkins has traveled through time for so long, and this should be the most beautiful girl she has ever seen.

Holding her hand, the somewhat shy red-haired girl is not very eye-catching under Britney's dazzling appearance, but her temperament and dress also show that she is definitely not a commoner.

"Dad Oliver!"

The blonde girl greeted Daddy skillfully, and the red-haired girl shyly said "Hello, Mr. Oliver."

"Excuse me, are you Mr. William?"

Miss Michael nodded politely to Jenkins, neither too intimate nor distant, with a sweet smile on her face.

Dad poked Jenkins from behind, and Jenkins reacted and frantically took out the red velvet box containing the medal from his pocket.

"This is it."

He opened the box and pushed it in front of the two ladies, while loudly complaining to himself in his heart:

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

He originally thought that after traveling through time, he would be like the protagonist of the legendary knight novel, meeting a beautiful noble daughter, not only being able to strike up a conversation appropriately, but also bringing up some interesting topics.

But now it seems that whether it is Jenkins or Jenkins, the two react exactly the same when facing such a temperamental girl.

Miss Mihail covered her mouth and chuckled, stretched out her right hand with a white lace glove, fiddled with the badge carefully placed in the lining of the box, and then gently pushed it to the red-haired girl beside her.

"Hathaway, take a look, do you like it?"

I don't know if it was Jenkins's misunderstanding, but he always felt that there was deep affection in this sentence.

"Don't go crazy!"

He warned himself in his mind, and then nodded politely to the red-haired girl. The latter took out the badge with some excitement and put it in front of her to look at it carefully.

"This is it. It's a badge given to believers during the [Harvest Feast] of the Mother Goddess. It's great. I missed it last time because of illness. I didn't expect to see it again..."

Miss Michael also looked very happy. Her right hand went around behind Hathaway and snatched the badge away from Hathaway.

The red-haired girl looked at her angrily.

"Haha, this is a birthday gift. I can only give it to you on your birthday."

Mihail chuckled, then looked at Jenkins: "Little brother, how much does this cost?"

"Little brother?"

Jenkins was stunned, no, didn't dad say that Miss Mihail is 19 years old, more than a year younger than him?

Dad's voice sounded from behind, sounding like he was suppressing a smile:

"Miss Michael, my apprentice looks young, but he is older than you."

Chapter 64 Chapter 61 Lily and the Black Market

Mihail was a little surprised to hear this, but the smile on his face was still bright.

"I made a mistake. I didn't expect men to take good care of themselves."

As she spoke, she took out a ruby ​​from her pocket and placed it on the table. She nodded gently to the two people in the store, and then pulled Hathaway towards the door of the store.

Ding dong~

The door was closed again, the red-haired girl turned her head, cast an apologetic look at Jenkins, and then was pulled back into the carriage by Hathaway.

"She was still a little embarrassed, otherwise she wouldn't have left in such a hurry."

Jenkins said after a pause.

"Yes."

Dad picked up the gem on the wooden counter and looked interested.

"Is it my imagination?"

Jenkins didn't care about the value of the gem at all, but looked at the door of the store with some confusion:

"Were the two people just now..."

"Yes."

"Eh?"

Jenkins looked at his father, and the old man shrugged: "I only found out by chance recently. Neither Bryony Michael nor Hathaway Hertha will inherit the titles of their respective families, so as long as they don't hang out with men before marriage, If they don't make their little hobby known to everyone, it's useless if their family interferes... It's normal for nobles to be perverted. I also heard that a certain baron likes promiscuity... ....”

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in knowing!"

Jenkins held out his hand in surrender.

Seeing that he was still looking at the door of the store, Dad lazily moved his eyes away from the ruby, "Why, are you interested in her? This may be a bit difficult. You haven't been in love yet, have you? Do you want it? Dad will introduce you to one, and I won’t give you any gifts when you get married.”

"no no."

Jenkins shook his head quickly, but his face turned red, "It just feels weird."

There was still the second half of the sentence he didn't say in his heart. Miss Mihail was indeed a completely ordinary person as his father said, but since she was looking for a way to become a benefactor, she would definitely not know about the "good friends" around her. "That's the Level 2 Gifter.

Moreover, does the color scheme of the light spots in front of her look familiar?

"Forget it, what does it have to do with me?"

Jenkins shook his head and put the matter behind him for the time being.

He looked at his father: "Is this ruby ​​valuable?"

"It's very pure. The medal I used to exchange for you will cost about 20% more. Keep it. Many rituals require this kind of pure gem powder. This kind of purity is not easy to get."

He threw it with his right hand, and the ruby ​​drew an arc in the air and fell towards Jenkins. Jenkins caught it hurriedly, feeling that there was still a little warmth on the ruby.

"That's the temperature of my palm, not that of the noble daughter just now, don't think too much about it."

At this moment, Dad seemed to have mastered the ability to read minds and read through Jenkins' thoughts.

Although I did not receive the expected gold pound, the ruby ​​looked very beautiful. After bidding farewell to his father in the evening, Jenkins took the carriage to the Neisser Blower United Bookstore on Sophistu Avenue instead of going home first.

After paying the fare, Jenkins tidied up his clothes and walked slowly to the bookstore.

The literacy rate in this era was very low. In addition, today was a working day and the mandatory off-duty time stipulated by the Kingdom's law had not yet come, so there were very few people in the store.

Unlike the blooming flowers on earth, there are not many books that can be published here, so the store is not just rows of bookshelves as imagined, but simple wooden tables placed against the four walls.

Take a deep breath.

"Ha, the smell of ink."

Jenkins prayed to the sage in his heart, looked left and right, and easily saw his book - because the painting style on the book cover was very different.

Walking to the book, he visually checked that less than ten copies were sold today. Jenkins smiled bitterly, hesitantly picked up a book, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, and called the waiter in the store to pay.

Just like he said jokingly to his father in the store, he is really looking forward to the "Stories of Strangers" he wrote to become popular quickly. It's not a financial need, it's just a psychological expectation of recognition.

"Is my writing really that bad? Or is the audience for fairy tale books too small?"

Jenkins walked to the street distressedly with his book, first took the repaired clock from the watchmaker, and paid the balance of 13 shillings. Then he turned around the imposing bank in front of him, with the holy emblem of the "Unseen Traveler" carved on the white stone pillars in front of the door, and turned to another street in the smoke that shrouded the entire city.

He was thinking about this matter so seriously that he didn't notice the increasingly weird sound of gears turning around the clockmaker.

On the other side that he didn't know, the old painter Mr. Grant was holding Jenkins's book and introducing this new style of painting to his painting class students; Bourne, who had signed a contract with the church and conducted strict inspections, Professor Si strode away from the mostly burned church with a smile on his face, hailed the carriage on the street, and returned to the college with the new book his father gave him.

(Dividing line)

If he doesn't get a huge salary every week, Jenkins' cash on hand will really bottom out.

His relocation plan is still on hold, and the remittance from Mr. Blow will not be received until the third week of publication of "The Stranger's Fairy Tale" at the earliest. Recently, Jenkins has increasingly felt that living with his family means that he has no time to spend every day. Almost restricted to death.

Although the time agreed with the huntress hadn't come yet, he still took time to go to the black market during his half-day vacation this week.

Jenkins hopes to buy an affordable extraordinary item at a cheap price to complete the transaction with Miss Bai Ling. His recent bad luck has made him even more eager to improve himself.

As for the gold nugget brought out from the strange place, Jenkins hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to store it for future use.

Like last time, after paying a toll from the bartender, Jenkins walked into the black market sewers from the cellar entrance wearing a mask.

It's still so dark here, with a faint stench filling the air, and only a few sellers have little lights in front of them.

Jenkins passed the lit candles one by one against the shadow on one side. There was indeed a lot of light, but he still could only look at it.

"Is the Requiem Talisman so expensive?"

He was surprised and stopped in front of a thin figure sitting cross-legged. The seller placed all the materials and items he sold on the ground and marked the prices with paper tags. The price of the Requiem Talisman is three times that of the last time I came here.

Chapter 65 Chapter 62 The Evil Spirit and the Professor

"It's not just because of the recent hauntings in the city. Many well-connected nobles and businessmen are looking for occult items such as requiem charms that can cause harm to the spirit body, so the prices of such items have naturally increased. Come up."

The thin figure said casually.