The Master of the Strange Realm

"But I really don't know how old dad is."

Jenkins thought to himself.

At the beginning of time travel, he also searched for information about these mythical creatures, but with his current authority, he could not see much information. But it is also clear that, unlike humans, all the above creatures are unnaturally formed.

According to the pitiful information, there are some extremely special types of chain abilities that can change races. This is how mythical creatures are produced.

This special ability occupies a very large number of bubbles. Jenkins did not find the specific number, but it is likely that there will be no less than 5. The advantage is that once an ability chain is formed and the race and appearance are changed, many people can have special abilities permanently.

But the way to learn these abilities has long been lost, so the so-called mythical creatures have also disappeared.

Of course, Jenkins also saw a theory that demons, elves, goblins and other creatures are not native natural creatures, but are natural creatures from other worlds. Gifters rely on obtaining their tokens to perform rituals and gain chain abilities. In some special

The information ended abruptly here. It was a mutilated book without a cover. When Jenkins wanted to look for it again the next day, the book disappeared from the same location in the church's library.

It is self-evident what this means. At that time, Jenkins did not want to cause trouble, so he did not continue to pursue it. But now it seems that there are deep secrets behind these weird races, which may very well involve the mystery of the end of the era.

Maybe Professor Burns will know something.

Mr. Broe sent a letter to Jenkins this morning, stating that his "Stories from a Stranger" had been very successful in the store, and that he would visit Jenkins again on Tuesday, tomorrow. On the one hand, we need to give him a share of the first batch of sales, and on the other hand, we need to discuss long-term cooperation and additional printing.

Jenkins' relocation plan is about to succeed.

He has now developed the habit of reading newspapers every day, and has also found some apartments with suitable rents and locations. When he has money, he is ready to take a look.

The antique shop still had little business, because he had to attend the professor's party in the evening, so Jenkins gave up the plan of going to the church under renovation to search for information, maybe he could find the record of the earring.

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Chapter 75 Chapter 72 Professor’s Gathering

The kitten was so well-behaved that she stayed on the counter next to Jenkins all day. Jenkins was ready to adopt it and gave it a nice name: Chocolate.

"Why? This cat isn't all black."

Dad asked.

"Although it's popular to give cats human names, I think chocolate sounds better."

The day passed so peacefully. Jenkins took advantage of his lunch break to hold a ceremony in the warehouse in the backyard of the antique store and independently produced two [Micro-effect Explosion Charms]. This time he used all qualified materials. The small amount of ruby ​​powder was ground from the one Ms. Michael traded when she bought the badge last time. It will definitely not produce unexpected results like the talisman that was traded. Unexpected effect.

Since the making process of the talisman requires hot charcoal and gunpowder, the scratches on the surface of the metal piece still emit a fiery red light after the ceremony is completed. The normal procedure should be to cool down naturally, but Jenkins had Frost Fist, which directly cooled down the body, and restored the burnt finger skin with its healing ability, which saved some time.

In the evening, Jenkins asked the kitten to stay with his father, and it meowed a few times and actually agreed.

After walking out of the store and walking along Fifth Queen's Avenue, the professor, wearing an inconspicuous plaid coat, stood in the alley waiting for him.

The old man in the store sighed at the empty shop.

"Hat trick? How could it be? I remember that Nolan should be the only one with this ability. I'd better go and ask it myself."

He murmured to himself, reached under the counter and took out a large bunch of keys tied with black wire, and then picked up the coat hanging aside.

"Just stay here, okay? I'll be right back."

He said to Chocolate, who wagged her tail but ignored him, looking very lethargic.

On the other side, Jenkins and the professor, who had already met, nodded to each other, walked around the alley a few times under the leadership of the professor, then walked back to the main road from another alleyway, and hurriedly got into a carriage.

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Jenkins asked eagerly.

“Our parties allow new people to attend.”

The professor lowered his voice and said, "But don't reveal that you are a scribe. They are very wary of the Orthodox Church."

"I see."

Jenkins nodded, as did the party organized by Mr. Hood.

"The time when the party will be held is uncertain. If you gain trust, I will tell you the specific content. But please note that the host of the party calls himself Mr. Corpse. He is a very weird person. Don't be scared for a while."

Professor Burns seemed to have thought of something terrible and shook his head quickly.

"no problem."

Jenkins said again, he thought of another thing, "By the way, do you need me to release the soul emblem to record the identity later?"

The black-robed man's trumpet naturally cannot be used here. Professor Burns knows him, but he is a little worried about exposing Jenkins's big identity in front of a group of strangers.

"No need."

The professor shook his head, "The illegal gift-givers who attended the party may also be worried about something, so they are unwilling to expose their identities in this way."

"There is a wanted criminal among them, the corpse man..."

"I don't know either. This party was introduced by a good friend of mine who I haven't seen for many years, but he has recently gotten into some trouble and has left Nolan City."

As the sky gradually darkened, smoke and darkness enveloped the city.

Jenkins and the professor got off the car at a hidden place on the outskirts of the city, and Jenkins took the initiative to pay the fare.

Then, the two of them walked around a few times, found a place to change into a black robe and put on a mask, and then walked towards the abandoned building not far away.

"This was a very famous private hospital decades ago."

The professor introduced in a low voice, and the rusty iron door was hung with the same rusty hinges, and they could only climb over the low wall on the side.

Professor Burns showed extraordinary athletic ability for his age.

"I can't remember the specific name. I was still a child when this place was still in use."

I don't know if it was Jenkins' illusion. After entering this abandoned building complex, he felt that the humidity suddenly increased. The surrounding fog did not look like polluted colored gas, but like pure white natural water mist.

"A serious accident happened here twelve years ago. The purchasing staff of the hospital took advantage of the small bargain and bought a batch of problematic reagent bottles smuggled from other places. At that time, glass manufacturing did not have the mature technology it has now, and the [Creation and Machinery] Church had not found completely pollution-free materials. In short, those reagent bottles and drugs had a strange reaction, resulting in the death of at least ten hospitalized patients, including an old earl who was recuperating here."

He drew the goddess's holy emblem on his chest, prayed in a low voice for a while, and then continued to talk to Jenkins.

The two of them had already stepped on the path in the overgrown weeds and walked into a two-story white building. Under the guidance of the professor, they walked along the moldy gray wall and walked deep into the corridor.

"What happened later?"

"This was the biggest news in the city that year. The head of the hospital was in trouble. This incident even reached the capital and directly led to the introduction of the Medical and Health Protection and Tax Management Act. I heard that it was from the tax department. Ahem, but after all, this place has been able to operate for so many years, and there must be a background behind it. The specific details are not something that I, a teacher, can know, but since that incident, this place has been abandoned."

Jenkins swallowed his saliva. Isn't the professor's story the background of many horror stories?

"Isn't this place haunted?"

He asked carefully.

"Absolutely not."

Professor Burns paused and answered with certainty, but did not explain the reason.

At the end of the corridor, there was a large closed iron door. It seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy object, and the surface was uneven. The professor motioned Jenkins to wait, then stepped forward and knocked on the iron door regularly for dozens of times.

Dangdangdang~

The dull sound of metal collision spread in the darkness. After a moment, the iron door opened silently.

The two walked in, and Jenkins found that there was a staircase leading to the underground behind the door.

"Will it not be..."

"Yes, the morgue of the hospital."

This place has been abandoned for a long time, so even if the professor said a somewhat scary place name, Jenkins still did not feel panic.

"I have encountered too many things recently, and the morgue is just a small matter."

The stairs are very short, and there is a slide on the side for convenient transportation. There is a spacious room under the stairs.

Chapter 76 Chapter 73 Mr. Corpse

In the center of the room, a candle was burning quietly on the dirty floor. The candle was brighter than a household gas lamp. It illuminated one side of the room, a hospital bed with pulleys lying horizontally against the yellowed wall, but judging from the degree of shabbyness, it has not been moved for a long time, and on the other side is a row of cabinets close to the wall.

Jenkins would not be naive to think that it was a locker.

Three party participants dressed in the same way have arrived. They did not care who the two people who came in were, and stood quietly against the wall.

Jenkins and the professor also found a place to stand. About twenty minutes later, eight more strangers came into the room in a hurry.

"It's almost time, let's get started."

An unexpected sound came from the cabinet, and even though it was separated by metal, it didn't feel muffled.

The second corpse cabinet from the top and the fifth from the left slowly opened, as if someone invisible was pulling it. The human figure covered with burnt yellow linen in the cabinet shook a few times, and then he sat up.

Jenkins now understood the origin of the ghost name "Mr. Corpse".

It was a middle-aged man who showed his real face, with some freckles on his face and an unnaturally swollen body.

His skin exposed outside the striped hospital gown showed an unnatural pale color, and his two deep eye sockets were lifeless eyes.

But these two eyeballs seemed too bright, so Jenkins thought that all the vitality of this creature was gathered there.

"It seems that a new guest has come."

Mr. Corpse's head turned stiffly and looked at Jenkins, but no one, including Professor Burns, spoke.

"I welcome party participants who can abide by the rules, so no matter who brought you here, please don't break the rules:

First, criminals are not welcome here. Gentlemen or ladies wanted by the church or the police, please don't bring trouble to others;

Second, it is forbidden to inquire about other people's identities at will, otherwise I will keep him to accompany me, and there are still many empty beds here;

Third, equal transactions or slightly unequal transactions are welcome, but this is not a vegetable market, don't try to take advantage of others."

There is some old-fashioned gentleman style in his words, and his accent doesn't sound like a local.

Jenkins' hooded head moved up and down a few times to show his agreement. Then, Mr. Corpse seemed to lose interest and turned his attention to others.

"Am I trusted now?"

He thought incredulously, his eyes first moved to the floor, and then secretly glanced up, only to see that the candle in the middle of the floor emitted a strong yellow light, and in front of Mr. Corpse were 14 light spots and 1 bubble, two of which were green!

"Goddess, level 8 gifter?"

Jenkins subconsciously wanted to draw the holy emblem on his chest, but was suppressed by reason.

"Also, that candle is not an ordinary item. What is it? What the hell did I run to?"

He could not regret it, the party had already begun.

"The plant you asked me to find last time has been found. It is in No. 12."

Mr. Corpse said to another black-robed man. Even if the clothes they wore seemed to be bought from the same store, he could still distinguish everyone's identity.

"Is it an ability?"

Jenkins thought, and saw the first corpse cabinet from the top and the second from the left slowly opened. A black-robed man stepped forward, tiptoed to take out a package from it, and then put something in it.

Due to the angle, Jenkins could not see clearly.

"Okay, now we can start a free exchange."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall black-robed man near the door took the lead:

"Buy dragon blood at a high price, any kind is fine, but the blood concentration must be more than half!"

Jenkins' mouth twitched. The blood of various magical creatures is naturally a common material for holding ceremonies and making potions. Pure-blooded dragons have long disappeared in the long river of history along with those mythical races. The existing dragon-blooded creatures, such as the two-legged flying dragon and the flame-tailed dragon horse, are hybrid creatures mixed with dragon blood. But even if the name of the material contains a word for dragon, the price of this material will increase tenfold.

When Jenkins was selecting abilities in the church, he saw a powerful white ability: [Micro-Effect Dragon Blood Enhancement], which can greatly improve the quality of the body and surpass the limits of humans. But his father warned him that the ceremony to obtain this ability requires at least 20 pints of more than 70% dragon blood, which the church will not provide. And even if Jenkins's family assets were sold together, he could not get even one thousandth of it.

After hearing about the so-called blood conversion chain ability, Jenkins also guessed whether this would be one of the links.

The dim morgue was quiet for a while. Just when Jenkins thought that the deal would fail, the black-robed man beside him unexpectedly spoke:

"Red-eyed magma lizard blood, 5 pints, red dragon blood concentration 52.3%, what do you want to exchange?"

"Shares, I have some anonymous shares in the forestry company in the northern forest of Cheslan Kingdom."

The two exchanged some simple exchanges, and the deal was actually reached. Under the witness of Mr. Corpse, they exchanged the sheepskin water bags and document bags in their hands. With Jenkins's poor knowledge, the value of those shares should be more than 30,000 pounds!

Among the people Jenkins is familiar with, I am afraid that only Miss Michael and Dad have such a family background.

As the silent people spoke one by one, several more deals were reached.

Jenkins gradually realized that compared with the party organized by Mr. Hood, the party here is completely centered on Mr. Corpse. Everyone fully trusts his credibility and fully believes that he can judge the content of the transaction impartially. In Mr. Hood's party, all party participants are on the same level, and how to trade depends entirely on themselves.