The Master of the Strange Realm

"I heard you had a wonderful holiday and I look forward to reading your report."

Dad joked as the carriage started to move.

"interesting......"

He covered his head and leaned his head on the carriage, then took out a document bag from the suitcase and handed it to Miss Bevanna. The document bag is very thick, and it contains the whole story of the incident and most of the valuable information collected.

As for the remaining scattered documents, materials and relics of the criminals, they are still left in the mountain villa covered by the avalanche. I believe the church will deal with them.

Miss Bevanna did not open them at once, but put them aside. She looked at Jenkins and asked, "You seem more tired. Why, is train travel so tiring?"

"Yes, I encountered something extraordinary... Sage~"

He closed his eyes and groaned, and then took the initiative to tell about the weird dream and the new abilities he gained after that.

Miss Bevanna listened quietly and suddenly realized what it was, but her father took the initiative to explain before she could speak.

"Jenkins, don't worry. That's B-01-5-0002, the Emerald Dream. It's a huge illusory world constructed by ancient alien species. After the alien species disappear from the material world, there will still be occasional mistakes by some benefactors. Enter it, and if you are lucky, you can get a gift from the alien species. Look, are you lucky enough to get an ability soon? "

"Is that so? The bartender and the drink that appeared in the restaurant car before the dream began..."

The story clearly took place on the train, at least that's what Jenkins now believed.

"They are all illusions. The Emerald Dream is not a place suitable for humans after all. Before entering there, you are already in the gap between reality and illusion. They are all illusions. I think you need to take a good rest."

"is that so?"

Jenkins asked a little confused. He was mentally depressed now, and since this was what his father said, he believed it.

The carriage took Jenkins back to the intersection of St. George Street. Dad gave him the newly replaced lock key after the decoration, and then together with Miss Bevanna, watched Jenkins walk to his house.

"You should know..."

Miss Bevanna carefully considered her words. What her father just said was indeed the truth, but it was incomplete.

"Of course I know that the conditions for opening the Emerald Dream must be guided by the elves. Jenkins' experience means that those pointed ears living in the flower forest finally came to him."

Dad's expression was normal, as if he was discussing tomorrow's breakfast with a woman.

"But......"

Miss Bevanna wanted to say something more, but was interrupted again.

"This is normal, Bevanna. After all, it is the bloodline of the Lord's sacrifice. Who would have thought that the descendants of the illegitimate children of the Middleton family could show such obvious atavism? This is fate for the elves and sages. The grace of the Church is the great Lord and Righteous God’s blessing for all things. We should accept all this with a normal mentality.”

Dad was still very calm. Although the carriage had started again, he was still looking in the direction where Jenkins left. The curtains of the carriage swayed to cover the house, and the wheels squeaked against the snow on the ground. Only then did he turn his head:

"No matter what the reason for the appearance of the elf is, it will not have a negative impact on Jenkins. All we can do is wait for the World Tree seedlings on him to grow up. Other things are not important. Forget about this, now You need to get back to the church and get a good rest and deal with the bad things that happened to Jenkins on this trip tomorrow morning.”

He pointed to the document bag, and Miss Bevanna nodded silently. But she didn’t think that the appearance of elves did not require attention. Those pointed ears had not appeared in the material world for many years, and her father apparently ignored one thing: in Jenkins’ narration, he suddenly understood the Elvish language.

This is unusual, as such abilities cannot be learned through the Emerald Dream. This can only show that the power of the Emerald Dream resonates with Jenkins' own power, further activating the great power that appears in the bloodline.

Maybe it won't take long for the World Tree to fully awaken in Jenkins, and the church is obviously not ready yet.

She would not disobey her father, after all, he was also her nominal teacher. But not interfering in the affairs of the elves does not mean not interfering in the affairs of Jenkins.

The Son is the spokesperson of God in the material world, so dedicating everything to Jenkins is the same as dedicating everything to the wise man. This is not a crazy idea of ​​a woman, it is described in the religious scriptures of all churches, and it is a matter of course.

She will carefully investigate the matters related to [Player]. It may be good to adapt to the development of fate, but Bevanna is by no means a person who just sits still and waits for death.

(Chocolate is snoring...)

When I wake up, I feel refreshed both physically and mentally, as if none of the depressing things last night had happened. He was still sleeping on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and the energetic Chocolate had already woken up and was standing on the window sill looking out.

It is snowing outside, but it is not the kind of blizzard in the snowy mountains, but an ornamental light snow. Spring in Nolan begins around mid-March each year, and it's still the coldest day of winter.

Because they bought the house of the widow next door, they arranged for construction workers to build an aerial bridge on the second floor before the vacation started, connecting the two houses.

But they did not do it as required at all, but broke the wall facing each other on the first floor of the two houses, completely connected their first floors, and moved the door to the center.

The second floor did not do this, but only opened windows and doors on the facing walls, making the extra part of the roof on the first floor a rooftop.

But according to Jenkins' understanding, the destroyed walls are load-bearing walls that cannot be moved easily. Since the house is still safe and sound now, it means that the church has mobilized extraordinary power to help with this matter.

This kind of reconstruction is better, and the usable area has been greatly increased.

He and the cat excitedly "explored" in the new house before breakfast, and both the man and the cat had a lot of fun. When Jenkins went out in slippers to get newspapers and milk, he met his neighbor Mr. Goodman who happened to be out.

Although it was Saturday, he still had to work. As a newcomer, hard work can ensure his survival.

Chapter 713 Chapter 700 The New Book Finally Arrived

"Good morning, Mr. Goodman!"

"Good morning, Baron Williamite!"

The two greeted each other as usual. Since the incident with the Evil God, such a conversation has not been carried out for a long time.

Jenkins noticed that his neighbor used "Baron" instead of "Mr.", and he didn't quite understand why this change was caused.

He was about to turn around and go back to his house after greeting, but he saw Mr. Goodman holding his black briefcase and walking quickly to the fence of Jenkins's house. Although the gardens of the two houses were merged, both fences were retained.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

He asked while taking a letter from the mailbox. He took a look at the mailing address. It turned out to be the old painter Grant. The two met before Jenkins left Nolan City. He did not say that he was looking for Jenkins at that time.

"I'm sorry to bother you for a while. Actually, I have a question to ask you."

"Just ask, we are friendly neighbors. My house renovation is disturbing you, isn't it?"

Jenkins put the letter in the newspaper and waited for Mr. Goodman to say something. The front page of this morning's newspaper is a photo of a man with a big nose. He is wearing a formal suit and holding his hand towards the camera. I don't know what he is doing.

"Oh, it's like this. I have some spare gold pounds in my hand now, and I want to invest in the invention project in the newspaper."

As he said, he handed the page in his hand to Jenkins. He took a rough look. This is a very common inventor soliciting investors. As for the invention, it was named [Multi-functional semi-automatic steam-powered multi-layer lifting hanger based on the principle of lever transmission].

It took him nearly a minute to successfully distinguish the meaning of the name.

"I want to ask you if this project is reliable and whether I should invest in it. Please don't feel embarrassed. I just need some suggestions, any suggestions are fine."

After speaking, he looked at Jenkins eagerly, as if he could give him guidance like the sage in ancient mythology in the next moment.

"Hmm..."

Jenkins is the god of lies, not the god of wealth, and he can't answer this question. He knew very well why his kind neighbor asked for advice, probably because the newspapers were still promoting his key role in the "Fabry scam".

The reputation he gained in this incident has completely overshadowed the reputation of famous writers. Now when people mention Jenkins William, the first thing they think of is the nobleman who exposed the legendary scam.

In the end, Jenkins could only regretfully tell his neighbor, "Investment is risky, and you need to be cautious when spending money." But Mr. Goodman was not disappointed, but left happily as if he had received the will of God. He sincerely hoped that his neighbor would not fail in the investment game, after all, his last neighbor was dead.

Buying the house of the widow Margaret means that Mrs. Margaret's neighbor is now his neighbor. And the adjacent house belongs to a businessman who does business in Nolan. He used to live on this street, but he never moved back after the incident of the Son of God. Jenkins wanted to visit, but he couldn't find an opportunity, so he had to give up.

Having just returned from afar yesterday, Dad allowed Jenkins to take a day off before going back to work. He also had a lot of things to do today. After a week away from Nolan City, there were still many people and events waiting for him.

He was reading the newspaper while eating breakfast, and by the way, he opened the letter from the old painter. The two had cooperated successfully in "The Collection of Stranger Stories", and the cover and illustrations of Jenkins' second book were drawn by him personally using [Reading], so the two did not have a second cooperation.

The old painter's letter this time was to ask Jenkins to authorize him to use the last illustration to participate in the recent exhibition held in Nolan City. The news of the exhibition was also in the corner of the newspaper, but I didn't notice it just now.

Those illustrations were bought by Jenkins earlier, and according to the current law, the right to use them all belongs to him. The paintings participating in the exhibition require proof of creation and right to use, so Old Grant wrote to request authorization.

"Of course you can."

He picked up a pen and wrote a reply and authorization letter, then went out with the cat. He first went to the post office to mail the letter, and then bought this month's "Forecast of Tropical Diseases". Then, at the Quill Pen Writers Club, he met the bookseller Mr. Bro and his new book "Frozen".

After so much time, even many demigods and indescribable monsters have died, and this book has finally come out.

Mr. Bro looked very excited, and he didn't know whether it was because he finally completed this task or because he met Jenkins again. When he and Jenkins first worked together, the young man was just an apprentice in an antique shop with nothing. Although he is still an apprentice in an antique shop now, his other identities have made most people in the city far behind.

Mr. Bro brought a whole carton of new books this time, so that Jenkins could distribute them to his friends. The cover of the new book was drawn by Jenkins using [Reading Writing]. The composition is very simple. The two princesses stand in front of the cliff and look at the sunrise and the vast snow-capped mountains in the distance.

This time, the painting style is more realistic. After obtaining the consent of Miss Stuart and Julia, the face shape is based on their images. Even though Jenkins has no artistic talent, he has such a convenient tool as [Reading and Writing]. One thought will produce a picture, and it is not troublesome to modify it.

"Today is Saturday. I plan to officially release this book on Monday. This time it will not be launched in Nolan City, but will be launched in the whole kingdom! Somehow, even the cultural department of the kingdom actively cooperated this time. It is really a blessing from the sage and the traveler!"

Mr. Bro announced excitedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. The temperature inside the club is very high, which is not friendly to people of his body shape.

He is very confident now. If it were not for the lack of channels in his hands and Jenkins himself not having the intention, he would even dare to sell it on the whole continent. Anyway, this book will definitely not be unsalable. He is very sure of this.

The agreement on the new book was signed before this, and this time Mr. Bro did not just notify Jenkins to pick up the book, he also asked the young writer whether he was ready to sign and sell the book.

This is a new marketing method that has emerged in recent years. On the one hand, it brings readers and writers closer together, and on the other hand, it allows some young and handsome writers to use their "advantages" other than writing skills to gain more readers.

PS: Bookseller Bro believes in the traceless traveler who has the priesthood of [Contract], so he sighs "May the sage bless you, may the traveler bless you."

Section 714 Chapter 701 New Slate

"No, don't make it so troublesome."

Jenkins doesn't have that much time, and accidents are always prone to happen in crowded places. He knows this very well.

The servants of the club helped Jenkins move the box of books to the carriage, and the guards of the Sage Church were responsible for moving them down.

Even though he no longer lived in the church, the room he had lived in for half a month was still reserved for Jenkins. He temporarily placed the box in the corner of the room, took out a book, lay down in front of the desk and signed his name, and then came to Loen with the cat in his arms.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open just as the body appeared. Alexia, wearing casual clothes and a long-brimmed lace hat, walked in from outside with a red women's suitcase, followed by a servant.

She immediately turned her head to look at the maid, whose eyes were confused for a while, and then she left quickly as if she had received some order.

"Welcome back, Alexia!"

He immediately put the cat down and greeted her, took the woman's suitcase and put it down against the wall.

"Thank you... Although this is my room. Oh, is your book finally published? Although only three months have passed, it always feels like half a year has passed."

She noticed the book Jenkins was holding and realized what it was. The woman looked a little tired, but she was very happy to be greeted by Jenkins as soon as she came back.

"Yes, I just got it from my bookseller."

He still remembered that he had promised Miss Stuart that she would be the first reader, so he hurried over.

"Can I take a look?"

"Of course."

Jenkins handed the book to Alexia who had just returned. But she didn't open it, but put it directly on her desk:

"It belongs to me."

She said to Jenkins with a smile, "You can get another one for our friend, and I can give it to her for you."

Jenkins hoped that Miss Stuart didn't know what happened. He couldn't get the book back from Alexia, so he had to ask the Star Spirit to send a new one.

He planned to give the remaining books in the box to his friends in the church, Miss Bevanna, and Finnie. He would give the old man's book to him when he went to the antique shop tomorrow, and Hathaway and Britney's books would be sent directly by mail.

He didn't know how to face Britney yet, and planned not to be alone with her for the time being before thinking of a suitable solution.

When he went to see Miss Bevanna, he also heard about the Doomsday Slate from her. It was found by Miss Audrey, who was good at divination, under the destroyed Hammerhead Street on the third day after Jenkins left Nolan. The workers in charge of the excavation only dug less than three feet and found it under a collapsed house.

Jenkins did not see the slate with his own eyes, because it had been sent out of Nolan. But according to past experience, it should have a golden aura.

Miss Befanna still remembered the contents of the slate clearly and repeated it to Jenkins:

【Blood moon across the sky, six gods appear;

Alien species are rampant, phantoms finally arrive.

The seeds of disaster are buried in the soil,

The stars of salvation shine in the starry sky.

The great ones look down at the veins of fate;

The humble ones look up and do not know the end of the future.

The greedy will be punished!

The kind ones wait for the blessing!

The third act has ended,

The stage of fate is about to be unveiled.

The curtain is opened,

The bells are ringing,

The gods compose,

Fate arranges.