The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins frowned, when did this happen? He hasn't heard of it. However, making the Requiem Talisman is not a very troublesome matter. Maybe he can also take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune?

"What's it about being haunted?"

He asked in a low voice. The man opposite did not speak, but stretched out his right hand and twisted it a few times.

Jenkins snorted, but still took out 10 shillings and handed it over.

"Send away the poor?"

"That's all, if you don't want it, I'll save a few meals."

"Tch, it's you rich misers again."

He took the banknotes with a pale and overly knotted hand, beckoned Jenkins to take a few steps forward, and then whispered:

"I have contacts in the [Death and Endings] Church. They discovered that from the beginning of July to now, the number of haunted phenomena in the city has actually increased by 10% compared to previous years. The Orthodox Church believes that this is related to the recent weird astrology. Those spirits The physical strength is very weak and can be broken up by basically any ability, so for gifters like us, the recent ghosts are nothing to be afraid of, but those nobles who are sleeping on the gold pounds, and rely on. Big factory owners who exploit the poor to make money don’t think so.”

His tone was full of ridicule, whether it was pure hatred of the rich or some unpleasant experiences in the past.

Jenkins nodded and turned to the next candlelight without saying a word. He originally thought that he could make a fortune, or that this matter was related to what happened in the castle that day, but he didn't expect that it was just a small matter of an increase in spirits.

Wandering around the black market that day, I gained nothing but a waste of time. There were many interesting items sold on the black market, and there were many that Jenkins couldn't help but want to sell off all his possessions to buy, but he still accepted the fact that he was a poor man.

The next day, Jenkins confirmed with his father whether there had been an increase in hauntings in the city. His father also knew about this, but he also believed that the cause of this phenomenon was still due to the vision of the starry sky. The encounters in the castle basement are not very connected.

"Does the starry sky affect the ground world?"

Jenkins maintains a good habit of asking questions when he doesn’t understand something.

"Do you still remember the [Astral Perception] ability that I recommended you to learn? The bright starry sky that we can see above our heads, except for the two full moons, is all the transmission of the astral realm in the material world. Changes in the astral realm often occur It is a precursor to changes in the material world. Skilled astrologers can predict the future trajectory through changes in the starry sky.”

His explanation for this matter was very vague, but he also told Jenkins that strange changes in the star world have been very frequent in recent years. But the good news is that, at least so far, there has been no major disaster in the world to worry about.

"What happened to the evil spirit at Nolan No. 5 Public Hospital?"

Jenkins has not forgotten this matter. He heard about it at the beginning of the time travel, but it has been postponed until now and has not been solved.

"The evil spirit is temporarily isolated. It cannot leave a certain location in the hospital."

The father shrugged and didn't care much about it: "The reinforcements from the royal capital have gone to the sea to help solve the big trouble. We have received news a few days ago that the main combat troops of the major churches will return soon. ”

The haunting didn't bother Jenkins, but he was still worried about his family. Because the eldest brother, Newman Willamt, went on a study tour with his professor again, he only asked his father for three requiem charms.

Dad didn't ask for the money given by Jenkins, maybe because he had enough goodwill with the strange situation a few days ago, or maybe because the production cost of this thing is really low.

The Willamette family originally believed in the "Heritage of the Sage". After Jenkins returned home, he lied that it was an amulet given by Bishop Parrod, and the three of them happily agreed to wear it all the time.

"When it comes down to it, the bishop seems to be the universal excuse."

Jenkins complained quietly.

Professor Burns came to Dad's Antique Shop a few days later, mainly to thank Jenkins for his help in the strange situation that day, and for Dad's guidance for him to successfully become a scribe of the church.

"In your dreams, the One who guides you to become the Giver..."

Jenkins asked as he poured three cups of tea for the three of them using the porcelain his father collected. The boiling water was still scalding hot. Jenkins curled up his right index finger and flicked it on the three teacups one after another. He was able to adjust the temperature of the tea to the appropriate range in an instant.

Dad has temporarily closed the antique store, and they are now in the reception room on the second floor of the store.

"The church checked it out, and we even asked the sage to look at it. She told us that the one meant no harm, and there was nothing suspicious about me."

The professor nodded and thanked Jenkins.

"Did the sage respond to you?"

Jenkins was a little surprised. According to the theological knowledge he knew, these great beings would never easily communicate with fragile mortals.

"Yes."

There was a proud look on the professor's face, but then he shrugged, "It seems to have been through a special item. To be honest, the detailed memory of this matter has gradually become blurry."

After saying this, the father nodded thoughtfully, "Then I understand. The sacred object brought by the steam aerostat was originally left in the local area. I mean, why didn't anyone keep it? .....”

"Congratulations then."

The words changed and he no longer mentioned what he had said before. Professors Jenkins and Burns also acted as if they had not heard it.

The professor's special visit was definitely not just to express his gratitude. He had a chat with the two of them in other aspects before finally getting to the main topic.

"Actually, I am very confused. What is the attitude of the Orthodox Church towards those who resist the Registration Law and those who are gifted by false believers?"

Dad smiled and said nothing, but let Jenkins answer.

"I became the scribe of the Sages of Faith only a few weeks earlier than my professor. My opinion is..."

He considered the language:

"I don't know. I don't object, but I definitely don't support it. That's probably it. You have been an illegal benefactor for some time, so I think you should feel the same way."

"It's weird, sure."

The professor murmured in a low voice. He didn't know what he thought of, and his expression softened. He sighed and stopped mentioning this somewhat sensitive issue.

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Chapter 66 Chapter 63 An unexpected invitation

"Is such that."

Professor Burns said hesitantly:

"I am also aware of some small gatherings of unregistered gifters, or the local black market of gifters. Do these things need to be reported to the church?"

Dad tapped the handle of the chair with his index finger and replied crisply:

"As long as they don't do anything illegal and don't actively provoke the church, there is no need to bother investigating and punishing them."

Jenkins echoed: "Yes, the water is clear and there are no fish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two old men looked at him with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Jenkins said with a sneer.

"I just didn't expect you to suddenly say such a reasonable sentence."

Dad's shop is still open, and the professor still has classes to attend today. After a few words of greeting, the three of them praised the sage together, and the professor said goodbye.

Jenkins took the initiative to see the professor off. His father looked at him twice and had no objection.

The bell rang, and Professor Burns and Jenkins walked out of Dad's antique store together.

Walking on the stone pavement of Fifth Queen's Avenue, a newsboy selling newspapers quickly passed by the two of them. Seeing that there were no people around, Jenkins quickly approached the professor, and the two of them pressed against the wall. He asked in a low voice: "Do you know about some gatherings of gifters?"

The professor who was arranging his hat was a little surprised, but he soon understood.

"You want to go with me."

"Yes."

Jenkins pretended to be embarrassed: "I also want to get in touch with some gift-givers outside the church..."

"no problem."

Professor Burns hesitated for a moment, covered his face with a gray hat with a ribbon, and responded: "I will come to see you at Father Oliver's on Monday evening next week."

"Why do you call me daddy? How old is he?"

Jenkins sighed in his heart, but kept expressing his gratitude.

"And one more thing ."

Before getting on the carriage, Professor Burns thought of one more thing, but the huge wheels of the carriage were already moving. He could only stick out his head and said to Jenkins quickly: "My students are very interested in the fairy tales you wrote. Interested, I praise you as the best fairy tale writer in recent years. Congratulations in advance on selling more books! ”

Jenkins stood in front of the steam pipe valve at the corner of the street and waved goodbye to Professor Yuan Qu, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He smiled, lowered his head and scratched his hair, smoothed the wrinkles on his coat, and walked towards his work place with his chest held high.

Jenkins was fully looking forward to seeing another gathering of the Givers next Monday with Professor Burns, but on Saturday evening, something happened that disrupted his rhythm.

The luck on this day was quite good. Not only did the father buy several stones with ancient characters engraved on them at very low prices, but the two of them also received a special item that looked like white gauze.

It was originally the old lady who tried to sell the pickle jar to Dad as a relic of the extinct Palance Empire. It was the rag used to wrap the jar, but Dad could tell at a glance that it was a special item.

Dad was in a good mood and planned to let Jenkins go home early, but while he was still analyzing the source of the stone with his dad, an unexpected visitor came to the store.

Ding bell~

The store door was pushed open, and the bell on the door rang. The two looked back:

"Miss Michael?"

Dad straightened up and patted himself on the back, "What, you bought something good again that you need my help to identify?"

"No, I'm here to see Mr. Willamette."

She also came by carriage this time, but the red-haired Hathaway Hertha was not with her.

After greeting the two of them elegantly, the girl showed a decent smile to Jenkins.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong with the badge from a few days ago?"

Jenkins felt his face flush a little.

"No, did you write this book?"

When the father heard the honorific "you" in the sentence, he glanced at the corner of his mouth and took a few steps back to sort out the goods in the store so as not to disturb the communication between the two young people.

The girl was holding "Stories from a Stranger". Jenkins nodded hesitantly:

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"I really didn't expect that the apprentice my father hired would be a great writer."

The elegant aristocratic lady is not stingy with words of praise.

"My friends and classmates have been discussing this book in recent days. Hathaway recommended it to me. Before I opened it, I thought it was just a childish storybook. Sorry, I shouldn't use this adjective. But I didn't expect that the story described in it was so interesting."

"The word great writer, ha~"

Jenkins remembered that he was a plagiarist and his face immediately turned red.

But the girl opposite seemed to think that Jenkins was at a loss for his own charm.

Although this idea was not wrong.

"Hathaway likes the love stories in it very much, the prince who wakes up the sleeping beauty Talia, the Snow White Katrina who has a miserable life but finally gets happiness...but I am more interested in the wonderful objects in the story."

She smiled gently, and a different brilliance bloomed on her fair face:

"The tinderbox that summons the monster, the match that fulfills the wish but summons the god of death, Mr. William, have you seen these things with your own eyes?"

"Just like what Dad said, this girl is a little crazy about the supernatural desire."

Jenkins thought so in his heart, and shook his head quickly:

"This is just a story, how can those strange things exist?"

The girl looked a little disappointed, but stared at Jenkins' eyes, and nothing unusual happened in the end.

"Goddess, it turns out that there are really emerald green eyes, JK Rowling is not lying."

Jenkins, who was surprised by what he had seen, thought that this was the first time he had seen this kind of eye color.

"Actually, I'm sorry to bother you today because I have something to ask of you."

Brianne Michael sighed in front of Jenkins and gently let go of the previous topic.

"Me? Please go ahead."

"I want to invite you to our reading salon on the weekend. It's just a small party, and only my friends and other invited writers will be there. I wonder if you have time?"

"Sorry."

Jenkins answered without thinking, as his vacation this week has been used up.

"My work with my father..."

"On Sunday night, it starts at six and ends at nine. I can arrange a carriage to pick you up."

The noble girl interrupted Jenkins, her tone was very sincere. But Jenkins considered that he had bad luck recently and was not familiar with the girl in front of him. He originally planned to finish reading his father's book and then learn some grammar knowledge. If he had time, he would also...

PS: The matter of postgraduate study is almost done. There should be nothing important in the second half of the year except for the graduation thesis, so this book will continue until it is completed.