The Master of the Strange Realm

The old craftsman enthusiastically made suggestions. His gray stubble made his face look very kind, but Jenkins still thought it was not a good idea.

"Because..."

He couldn't answer this question, but the old craftsman, who had rich life experience, easily discerned the complex emotions from his face. The old man shook his head and stroked the surface of the stone in the suitcase with his rough big palm:

"In this case, why not..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the store behind him was pushed open, and Jenkins turned around subconsciously-

"Meow~"

Chocolate cried out in dissatisfaction, because Jenkins' hand stroking it suddenly exerted force.

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Chapter 795 Chapter 779 War

Jenkins believed that he must have been full of fear when he turned back, while Hathaway, who pushed the door and walked in, looked surprised, but soon turned into unexpected joy:

"Hi, Jenkins, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I, I'm happy too."

Jenkins knew for the first time that he would stutter when he was nervous.

Hathaway certainly didn't come here to find Jenkins, she just came to pick up a custom-made piece of jewelry. Of course, Hathaway knew that this remote store was also introduced by her father, so Jenkins had to wonder if her father had other purposes in asking him to handle his own affairs just now.

After the old craftsman took the order from Hathaway, he turned around and went to the quiet room behind the store to pick up the girl's earrings. Only Jenkins and Hathaway were left in the store, which made the man feel that this was a good opportunity. He knew that he couldn't confirm who his partner was when he arrived at the dance.

"Meow~"

Chocolate, who was standing on Jenkins' shoulder and looking around, thought he was ignored.

"Thank you for inviting me to the dance, it must be fun, isn't it?"

This sentence made Jenkins feel a little embarrassed.

"I think you will like it."

The red-haired girl stared at Jenkins' eyes, as if she wanted to see her reflection in his eyes.

"This store is very interesting. My father introduced me here."

Jenkins still changed his mind. Maybe he couldn't ask so directly.

"I came here because of my father's introduction, Jenkins, what are you doing here? Are you here to get the antiques that my father needs to repair?"

Some gemstones on antiques may fall off due to various reasons, such as time, and then professional gem craftsmen are needed to repair them.

"No, no, it's my own business."

He touched the suitcase on the side and back with his hand, and the old craftsman put it back together when Hathaway came in.

"Maybe if I ask a question now, I can solve two troubles at the same time."

He had a bold idea.

Jenkins is not a timid man, but he is always very cautious in making decisions on key issues. After the idea comes up, he will seriously think about the possible consequences of this decision and think it is a good habit.

His eyes subconsciously left Hathaway's face and casually scanned the narrow and crowded store. There are quite a lot of strange things here, not only chocolate is curious, Jenkins is also quite curious. The craftsman who grinds gems probably also grinds lenses. Jenkins saw something that looks like a microscope.

He was thinking about what he was going to say, and then he suddenly noticed the five wooden soldier dolls placed in the empty golden birdcage in the corner.

These dolls were obviously placed here casually. Their workmanship was not good. You could still see the unpolished edges and corners at the elbows and the brim of the hat. The paint had peeled off a little. These were obviously cheap goods, and they were incomparable to the dressable princess dolls of Miss Stuart that Jenkins had seen.

"What's wrong?"

Hathaway noticed Jenkins's daze.

"Someone once said that I am very sensitive to spirits... This can't be said to be right, but it can't be said to be a wrong conclusion."

Jenkins didn't open the Eye of Truth. This time he really knew that it was something extraordinary just by intuition.

He blinked his eyes, and a dazzling red aura burst out from the dolls. And as Jenkins raised his hand and pointed at them, the soldier dolls suddenly moved.

"Beware! Humans have discovered us!"

The only puppet with a military rank spoke in a shrill voice, with a surprised expression on his face that was less than the size of a thumb.

Under its command, the puppets lined up in a team and jumped out of the birdcage. Their jumping ability was quite amazing. After leaving the cage, they jumped around like fleas, and then were knocked down one by one by Chocolate, who had faster jumping ability and reaction speed. The cat proudly pushed the puppets in front of Jenkins.

The man reached out and patted the cat's head twice, squatting on the round table. Chocolate squinted his eyes and made an expression of enjoyment.

"I thought you only bullied squirrels or pigeons."

Jenkins said jokingly, and then was immediately slapped on the back of his hand by the cat's paw.

The puppets were quite powerful, and the guns in their hands were real guns. But Hathaway knew this thing and warned Jenkins to be careful in advance, so it didn't take much effort to subdue them.

"B-09-4-3927, Charlotte Legion."

The red-haired girl was very interested in these little things tied with ropes. She was not a "lucky person" like Jenkins who could encounter numbered items almost every day.

"These little guys are very rare. Although they are puppets, they firmly believe that they are a legion of the ancient country [Athemagus Empire] in the 13th era. The leader of the legion calls himself Shalote, so we call them Shalott." Lotor Legion. But in fact, these puppets were made later than the 15th Era, and their perceptions are obviously different from the facts.”

She watched happily as Chocolate stretched out its paws and patted the puppet's head one after another. This reminded her of Jenkins' action of patting the cat's head just now.

"So, the characteristics of B-09-4-3927 are these puppets who have a wrong understanding of their identity?"

Jenkins didn't stop Chocolate, but he was confused as to why the soldiers who were slapped didn't yell, but were tied there shivering and not daring to move.

"Oh, you hurt me!"

Finally, some soldiers couldn't help but start to complain, but it looked more like they were distressed about the hat being torn by sharp cat claws.

"Meow~"

Chocolate continued his actions, looking like he was having a lot of fun. The soldier muttered a few words, and then dared not speak again.

"Of course it's not that simple. These puppets are signs of war. Where they appear, tragic wars often occur. From a long time ago, some stupid ordinary people who heard the legend of B-09-4-3927 thought they were The vanguard of the great true god [Lord War God], but in fact these puppets are more likely to be the work of the false god [God of Toys and Games].”

As she spoke, she reached out and took away the upside-down glass fish tank that was used as a prison, and untied the ropes that bound the puppets amidst their nervous expressions. Jenkins quickly picked up the cat in the fish tank.

"There is no need to imprison them. They can exist for a short time and will disappear automatically when the time is up."

"A harbinger of war? Will a war break out in the peaceful Nolan City?"

Jenkins doesn't care about the whereabouts of those puppets, he only cares about the safety of the city where he lives.

PS: Sorry, there are a lot of typos in the morning chapter, I have corrected them. The repetitive paragraph (6/10) has also been deleted and some new content has been added. The chapter is still 2,000 words long. Refresh to see the new content.

This is the apology chapter, and there will be a normal update tonight.

Chapter 796 Chapter 780 Dance Partner

"The information about these little things is recorded in the information I know."

Hathaway nodded, but the puppets did not leave immediately after regaining their freedom.

Five soldiers found a gap in the clutter on the floor of the store and stood in a line. First they glared at Jenkins and his cat, and then collectively took off their hats and saluted Hathaway.

"Thank you, beautiful lady, for your rescue and for gaining the friendship of the Shalott Legion."

The leading officer said loudly, and then took out a small object as big as a sesame seed from his pocket.

"Please accept this small gift and may you have a pleasant day."

After saying that, without waiting for Hathaway to refuse, they formed a long line and stepped into the air. There was obviously only air under their feet, but Jenkins still heard the neat sound of boots hitting the ground.

As the soldiers moved forward step by step, their figures gradually faded and finally disappeared completely.

"chocolate!"

Jenkins suddenly shouted loudly and hugged the cat tightly, which almost jumped out to grab something. It was obviously interested in the purple bottle the size of a sesame seed, but it was not Jenkins's and he could not allow Chocolate to touch it.

"It's okay, if chocolate likes..."

Hathaway is very generous.

"No, you can't let the chocolate come into contact with such a small thing. It will be troublesome if you swallow it in your stomach."

Jenkins was still very strict with his cat. Chocolate squirmed in Jenkins' arms unhappily, but did not insist on jumping out again.

The small bottle was put away by Hathaway, and she planned to study it later when she went back. And now the two are still facing trouble, that is, the five puppets in the store are missing, which will definitely arouse the suspicion of the old craftsman.

Although those things are not valuable, it is not easy to find exactly the same ones in a short time. When Hathaway was troubled, she saw Jenkins open his palm.

Thin black lines appeared and stretched over his palm, rough shapes outlined in just a few seconds. As the man's brows furrowed, it seemed as if there were invisible hands in the void that modified the lines to become more refined and solid, while color also filled in the gaps of the black lines bit by bit.

In less than half a minute, the first puppet appeared in Jenkins' hands. He weighed the things that fell into his hands, as if assessing the weight, and then placed the puppet on the table beside him with an indifferent expression.

The red-haired girl was stunned and did not accept what she just saw for a moment.

"Is this...a creation of the void?"

Hathaway inexplicably thought of the rumors about the demon incident. Some people firmly believed that the new gods who appeared at that time used the means of void creation. This is nothing, after all, creating matter is said to be the authority that only gods have, but now...

"What?"

Jenkins was still concentrating on recalling the specific appearance of those little guys just now. His brows were furrowed, and he was concentrating on using the creation pencil and the book of memories to construct those puppets with the help of reading and writing.

"Creation from the void? No, no, no, where do I have this ability? This is just... reading and writing, yes, you have heard of this magical art of the Sage Church, right? Although I am not a scribe of the church Member, but there are no other ways to learn this magic. Yes, reading and writing are combined with some unique abilities to form a chain ability similar to creating matter. "

Such half-truths generally work well, and sure enough, although Hathaway still looked at Jenkins' hand suspiciously, she didn't ask about it again.

The appearance of B-09-4-3927 is nothing more than an unimportant matter. The big thing for Jenkins now is still to determine who his dance partner will be in the afternoon. While reconfiguring the puppets and squinting at the red-haired girl, Jenkins coughed and prepared to say something of his own.

"Sorry to bother you~"

Before his first sound came out of his mouth, the door of the store behind him was pushed open again. The person who came in this time was Bryony. Jenkins suddenly wanted to laugh. This was really the hermit joking with him.

"Oh, Jenkins, Hathaway!"

The blond girl didn't expect to meet two people here at the same time. At this moment, the old craftsman who went to the back to pick up things also came back.

Four people and a cat gathered in the narrow store at once. Although the cat jumped on top of the plaster statue on the side, the place was still very crowded.

Jenkins could only act like a gentleman and wait outside the door with his suitcase first, letting Hathaway and Britney handle their own affairs first.

The alley where this store is located is extremely narrow, and it is impossible for a carriage to enter. Jenkins held the cat under the eaves for a while and looked at the fog in the distance, and he was a little confused about whether he should go around and come back.

"Jenkins~"

Just as he was thinking about it, the blond girl opened the door and stood at the door to greet Jenkins.

"Oh, Britney, are you done?"

As he spoke, he shook his arms to move the cat he was holding upwards. Just now he felt that the chocolate was about to slide down.

"Not yet. I'm sorry to make you wait here. I'm also here to pick up the jewelry. The dance in the afternoon..."

She smoothed her hair to let Jenkins understand the purpose of the jewelry:

"It's such a coincidence that I can meet you here. Why don't we go to have lunch together later, and then everyone goes to the dance together. Do you still need to see Father Oliver?"

"No, Dad gave me a day off."

Jenkins shook his head and sniffed. It was not that he was infected with the flu, but the smell of the air was unpleasant.

"I think you'll enjoy the dance, it'll be really fun."

She looked into Jenkins's eyes with a smile, which reminded Jenkins of the last night on the train for some reason, and of that white body under the moonlight...

"Meow~"

Jenkins' arm drooped again, and he almost dropped the chocolate. He screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, I think I'll enjoy this afternoon...I wanted to ask a question."

He finally made up his mind to ask this question. This was definitely not a sudden thought:

"May I ask who my dance partner is... Oh, I mean, you always need a partner to attend a dance..."

Halfway through, I regretted this question, but it was impossible to stop now.

"Your dance partner?"

Bryony first looked at Jenkins gently, with her hands behind her back, and then suddenly lowered her head, as if she suddenly became interested in the ground in front of the store:

"Your dance partner, of course, is me."