The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 67 Chapter 64 Death?

He was thinking in his heart, and the balance in his heart was already leaning towards rejection, but his father suddenly spoke.

"No problem, there hasn't been much business in the store recently. I can let Jenkins get off work early."

He patted Jenkins on the shoulder behind his back, and Jenkins immediately agreed:

"Okay, thank you for the invitation. Is there anything I need to prepare in advance?"

Miss Mihail's face once again bloomed with a sweet smile:

"I hope you can prepare some stories in advance."

"Eh?"

After the girl left, Jenkins looked at his father in confusion.

"Were you ready to refuse just now?"

Dad impatiently spoke first.

"Yeah, didn't you say that I've been having bad luck lately and shouldn't go out casually?"

"That also depends on the situation."

With a look of hatred on his face, he motioned for Jenkins to sit down, and then explained to him:

"You should know that although the Kingdom of Fidicli has followed the example of the other two countries and established a parliament, most of the kingdom's power is still concentrated in the hands of the nobles. Although Blainey's father, Marquis Michael, is only a marquis, he is The powerful nobleman who is in charge of most of the power of Nolan Navy! Even most of the Dukes in the country have to greet him politely when they see him.

Therefore, the friends that Brienne Mihail knows are all the children of the kingdom's great nobles and capitalists. Getting to know more of these people will be very beneficial to your future. Unless they want to explore Devil's Woods for the weekend, you should go too! "

Jenkins nodded ignorantly. He didn't know much about these secular things. Most of the information he usually knew was about the Church of the Righteous God, the False God and the Evil God, or things related to mysticism. Even if he took a break, he would only read mathematics, Historical and grammatical information.

"And one more thing."

Dad didn't finish what he said.

"You will be 21 soon. Although I let you work here, I didn't say you can't take leave, right? You stay here every day and don't interact with your peers outside. What will you do about your marriage?"

Jenkins' heart trembled. He didn't expect his father to also talk about this issue.

In this world with backward productivity, civilians get married at an earlier age, and it is not uncommon for them to become mothers in their teens. For example, Robert and Mary Williams got married when they were 16 years old. Although Jenkins' eldest brother was not married yet, he already had a partner of his choice a long time ago. Now they only have to discuss the time of the wedding.

So, after Jenkins "reformed", Mary Willamt put his marriage first.

Not only her, but even Jenkins went to church every week, and when he occasionally met Bishop Parrod, he would talk to Jenkins about this matter enthusiastically.

"But you just said that the people Miss Michael knows are all children of the real upper class. I am just a small antique shop apprentice..."

Jenkins defended quietly.

"Do you think Dad's only roles are shop owner and university honorary advisor? It won't be a shame to be Dad's apprentice..."

Dad rolled his eyes at him,

"And you sacrificed your divinity to the goddess, and you are destined to be recognized as the holy son of the church. As long as she is not a princess of the kingdom, you can choose any marriage partner? You won't come during the day on weekends, so take care of yourself. You should communicate more with your peers, don’t be nervous when talking to girls, and don’t embarrass your father outside.”

"I didn't expect that after traveling through time, there would be pressure to get married."

Jenkins muttered in his mind and could only agree.

There is still some time before the next gathering, and the investigation entrusted to the female hunter is still going on. The report on the castle's mystery has also been handed in. Apart from the professor's promise to take him to another party, there really hasn't been anything important recently.

After Jenkins returned home, he showed the "Strange Fairy Tale" he bought to his family, and by the way mentioned that he was going to attend a reading salon on the weekend night.

His original intention was to say that he would go home late that night, but unexpectedly, the keen Mary Williams caught the most critical part of the matter at once:

"Are there a lot of girls?"

So Jenkins got a brand new black formal suit, a pair of calfskin shoes worth 12 pounds, and several sets of optional white shirts.

On Sunday evening, Jenkins came to his father's shop in a tired carriage. On his chest was the brooch given to him by Bishop Parrod, in his pocket was the pocket watch given by his brother, and on his head was a brooch. Wearing a smooth silk hat, he held a solid wooden cane in his hand.

This outfit hid his too immature face and made him look much more mature, like a real adult gentleman.

Even the coachman's asking price today was 5 pence more than usual.

"looks good."

Dad nodded, "I'm sure your mother helped you choose this. To be honest, your dressing sense is very poor."

Before Miss Michael arrived, Dad did more than just verbally attack Jenkins. He also gave Jenkins a message.

"A gifter of the [Death and End of the End] Church was killed while on a mission this morning, and a [trick] he was carrying was taken away by the murderer."

"What level of benefactor?"

"Level 6 Gifter."

The father's face was a little solemn, "This matter will not affect us for the time being. The murderer has no means of resisting divination. The tombkeeper team has found his whereabouts. It will be a matter of time to catch him. But the one that was robbed The walking magic is the biggest hidden danger. Although its safety level is rated 4 and can be used after strict application review, the rating of the magic is the most inaccurate. To be honest, I think all magic is the best. Nothing is worthy of trust.”

"Which weird thing is it?"

Jenkins asked again.

"Because it is not something from our church, the [Death and End of Time] Church also feels embarrassed, so it has not reported it yet. Now we only know that the number is A-12-4-6701 and the name is [Death's Cloak Fragment]."

"grim Reaper?"

Jenkins was greatly surprised. The church in this world was very strict about the naming of objects and would not easily involve the word "god", otherwise it would be blasphemy.

"Yes."

Dad closed his eyes and seemed to be muttering to himself: "I seem to have heard of this thing when I was young. It is very weird. It seems that as long as you pay a certain price, you will definitely be able to kill a living creature..."

He did not continue, but Jenkins believed that the so-called price was definitely more serious than an equivalent exchange. In the phrase "weird things", the word "weird" is no joke.

PS: Too many chapters, I hope you won’t feel bored.

Chapter 68 Chapter 65 Social interaction of young people

According to the information received so far, the daring murderer has escaped from Nolan City, so this matter has not yet been implicated in Jenkins, and his father only informed him of such an incident.

While Jenkins was still wondering whether the so-called "Death" referred to [the end of death], his father took out a reddish-brown cane from behind the counter.

"This is for you."

He handed the handle to Jenkins, who took it. It was very ordinary in style, but it felt more like metal.

"I already have one, and it cost me 3..."

"This is something [extraordinary]."

Jenkins was stunned, and opened the [Eye of Truth] in a blink of an eye, and the entire cane emitted a red light.

"B-12-5-7102, [Spirit Strike Cane], does not require any means. Just hit it and it will cause damage to the spirit body. Ordinary people can also use it."

Dad said minding his own business.

"My birthday seems to have passed, right?"

Jenkins was confused for a moment.

"Last time's strange situation."

The father sighed, "When you rescued me, didn't you give up a gold particle that can turn objects into gold? This is considered compensation."

"no, I'm fine."

Jenkins quickly excused himself, saying that Oliver's father was sincerely good to him and had taught him a lot of knowledge, so there was no need to calculate it so clearly.

"Put it away as soon as I let you take it. Dad has a lot of good things."

He glared at Jenkins, "Its effect can easily disperse ordinary spirits, and it can also cause damage to evil spirits. It is more effective than ordinary requiem spells."

Jenkins could only accept it.

The carriage sent by Miss Michael arrived on time at five-thirty.

This was an ordinary black carriage. The driver sitting in front of him in a gray coat called Jenkins to come up.

Holding the cane, he originally thought that Miss Michael would be waiting for him at the salon venue, but after getting in the car, he discovered that she and the red-haired Hathaway Hertha were both inside.

"Long time no see, Miss Hesha. Good afternoon, Miss Michael."

"Hello, Mr. Willamette."

"Good day, Mr. Willamette."

After Jenkins sat down, the carriage moved forward slowly. The two girls sitting opposite him were both wearing blue skirts of very similar styles, tied around their waists with wide white belts, showing good figures, with long golden and red hair, one with jeweled hair on the left and the other on the right. Needle.

"Couple costume?"

Jenkins only dared to think about this sentence in his mind. Seeing that the atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat silent, he took the initiative to ask:

"I wonder if there are any activities today. Do you want to share your reading experience?"

He had specially prepared for this in advance. Although it would not be outstanding, it would certainly not be embarrassing.

"No."

Miss Hesha's eyes were wandering, and her face was slightly flushed due to shyness as she was held by Miss Mihail's arm.

"Actually, everyone will invite some familiar writers to the party tonight. We couldn't find suitable candidates at the moment, so we asked you to come... I'm sorry."

"It turned out that a group of rich kids were having a party when they had nothing to do, and these two just took me on temporarily to make up for the money."

Only then did Jenkins realize.

"It's okay, but I still don't know what I'm going to do tonight."

"It's like those boring gatherings where everyone just talks about recent anecdotes and exchanges some interesting things."

Only then did Miss Michael speak, she smiled softly and said:

"Mr. Willamt probably won't like such boring things. I think you are also the kind of person who hates social gatherings and loves working and writing."

This compliment made Jenkins feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry for inviting you to such a boring party."

She nodded slightly and apologized, "But some of our friends are fans of your books. I think you should be happy to communicate with them."

The tone of her words was a little strange, and her expression was half-smiling, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

The carriage moved slowly forward, and the sky outside gradually darkened. Dark clouds and smoke enveloped the sky above the city. Workers who were leaving work walked along the street and approached the alleys. Gentlemen and ladies gathered together, chatting and laughing on the cobblestone road.

A little girl selling flowers almost collided with the carriage, and the coachman shouted loudly. Miss Hesha smiled apologetically at Jenkins.

He was still wondering why the two noble ladies were still alone so late. After getting off the carriage, Jenkins noticed that there was an identical black carriage following behind. Four young women in maid costumes got out of it, and one of them was almost twice as big as Jenkins.

"It's a bit eye-catching."

Jenkins complained in his heart, tidied the hem of his clothes that was wrinkled due to sitting for a long time, tapped the road under his feet with his cane, followed the two ladies in front of him up the stairs, and Miss Michael reached out and knocked on the door of the two-story apartment.

After a while, a middle-aged maid wearing a hair ornament opened the door, greeted Brianna Michael and Hathaway Hesha respectfully, and said hello to Jenkins, and then led the three into the house.

As for the maids behind them, they will come in later.

Several young people have come to the living room of the apartment. They are about the same age as the two noble girls. They are all dressed up and fashionable. After a few greetings, they began to introduce each other.

Jenkins smiled and shook hands with everyone one by one. Everyone here seemed to have read the fairy tales he wrote. Everyone could talk about a story when they spoke. A young girl with too much makeup on her face even scratched Jenkins' palm during the handshake.

The great writers who were also invited were also very enthusiastic. Their common characteristics were that they were very young and handsome. Although Jenkins had never heard of any of the books they wrote, he also pretended to have an expression of "long-admired". Although he was not good at socializing, he still understood basic etiquette.

Of course, he thought that everyone present was younger than he looked.

After the formal introductions, Jenkins noticed that most of the guests here were children of nobles, and one of them was even the third son of a duke; there were of course also people from merchant families, but only two.

"Have the great nobles and the emerging bourgeoisie split to this extent? Or is it just a coincidence?"

Jenkins thought about this and sat down at random. Then he found that the invited writers sat together, while Miss Michael and Miss Hesha were talking to their friends on the other side.

"Are you Mr. William, the author of "Fairy Tales of Strangers"?"

There were some fruits and snacks on the table. Jenkins thanked the maid for the black tea and heard someone next to him ask.

PS: It is expected that the book friends group will be opened when the book is put on the shelves. It is the group of the previous book. There are still dozens of people left, including those who sign in to test their luck and those who play the running group (they have been waiting for a long time).