The Master of the Strange Realm

The woman cursed secretly and saw that she was holding a piece of black jade in her hand. He...she...or him, he thought for a moment and saw the dazzling black light, so he turned around and threw the jade out, smashing the window of Dad's antique shop opposite.

In people's surprised eyes, the woman cursed and disappeared like a shadow.

(Chocolate comes home...)

I saw Hathaway again this afternoon. Jenkins, who was carrying a suitcase, had just turned into St. George Street when he saw the girl's carriage parked in front of his house.

The tornado disappeared hours ago, but cities along the coastline were still battered by falling snow and high winds.

Jenkins held his hat in the wind with the hand holding the suitcase, squinted his eyes and raised his free left hand to say hello, then struggled to get closer to the carriage to find shelter from the wind. Finally he took out the key and walked through the yard with the girl into the house.

"Oh, my mailbox seems to have been blown sideways by the wind. It's really unlucky."

The man complained softly, first took Hathaway's coat and hung it on the hanger in the hall, then took off his hat to reveal the cat squatting above his head.

The wind was really strong just now, and the chocolate didn't want to get into my pocket, so I temporarily placed it on top of my head. The action of pressing the hat with my hand just now was not because I was afraid that the hat would fly away, but because I was worried that the cat would be blown away.

"Have you had lunch? Damn the weather, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said bad words."

He apologized quickly and wanted to walk towards the living room, but his left hand was held by Hathaway who was standing still.

"Jenkins, please don't tell me that you don't know anything about what happened at noon. But now, you have to tell me first, what happened to the unicorn?"

Sand carried by the wind pelted the living room glass, and even with the curtains drawn, Jenkins could imagine the attack on the windows. Although the crackling sounds were dense, they were not very loud. At least Jenkins felt that the sound of his heartbeat should be more obvious.

"No problem, okay."

He nodded, casually placed the cat on the shoe cabinet, put the suitcase under the clothes rack, and covered it with the hem of his low-hanging coat.

"I'll tell you."

He looked down at the hand that was firmly grasped by the girl, but did not break away. It wasn't just lies that made up for the lies, sometimes he had to tell the truth.

Turning around and looking at his living room, he stretched out his right hand and raised it, then slowly lowered it. Some strange colors immediately lit up in the dark living room, the space was fragmented, and a little beast with a pure white light all over its body walked into the room with a soft cry.

PS: Let’s take a guess, can Wilkawang (the holder of the Skeleton Sword) survive to the end of this volume?

Chapter 823 Chapter 806 Hathaway’s Question

After the unicorn's whole body appeared in the material world, Jenkins subconsciously looked down at the carpet. Good, there isn't any dirt under its hooves.

Ang~

It looked up and saw Jenkins, showing obvious joy. However, seeing that the foyer was already crowded, it did not squeeze over to say hello to Jenkins. But this may also be because a cat and a woman are watching it eagerly in the hall, and the weak unicorn is a little timid.

The glow on it is extremely obvious in the dark room. But before Hathaway could appreciate it seriously, there was a pop, and Jenkins turned around and lit the gas lamp in the living room.

"Please~"

As he spoke, he made a greeting gesture with one hand, similar to a waiter in a restaurant. Hathaway shook off the man's hand, brushed the hair around her ears, and then walked to the sofa.

The renovated house has more space, and there is enough space in front of the fireplace for two adults, a unicorn and a cat to rest together.

Hathaway was angry for unknown reasons, and was even too angry to pay attention to the beautiful little beast.

"So, does the unicorn belong to those people, or does it belong to you? Have you participated in the actions of the believers of the God of Lies? Jenkins, you won't also become a mixed believer, right?"

She was worried about Jenkins. Although she was suppressing her worried tone, Jenkins could still hear it.

"Unicorn summoning is an ability. I learned it from Miss Noir... Fabry. They all have this ability. It seems that it is easy to make a contract with a unicorn."

The golden horn poked Jenkins' palm on the armrest of the sofa. It was a little unhappy with what Jenkins said.

"In other words, you have never participated in the actions of the followers of the God of Lies?"

The woman's eyes met Jenkins's.

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded repeatedly, "I know you are worried about me, but please don't worry, I never participate in those dangerous things. And the reason why I learn such an ability is because it is fun and it likes me."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and stroked the unicorn's back lying next to the sofa. Its soft white hair is particularly tactile, but not as good as the texture of its little chocolate head.

"I don't care about you."

Hathaway argued, turning her head away from Jenkins' face. The side of her face was extremely red, but it was not as red as the half of an apple left on the table to feed the cat. Jenkins knew that this was definitely not reflected by the flames in the fireplace.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he was guilty.

"You really weren't involved in anything illegal?"

After a long silence, Hathaway asked again.

"I'm sure, no."

Jenkins also turned his head away from her face. Although this man often lied, he actually hated lying.

"Promise me to protect your safety and not get involved with those crazy people again, okay?"

She held Jenkins' hand again. Jenkins still looked in the direction of the unicorn on the side of the sofa. His hand struggled for a while but did not break free.

"They are not crazy... I will pay attention to my safety."

"Oh, Jenkins~"

She suddenly hugged the man from behind Jenkins, and Mr. Writer could feel the softness on his back. But this time it was definitely not the cat, because his cat was on the back of the unicorn, looking at him with a scrutinizing look.

That look was terrible. Chocolate usually only did this when he suspected Jenkins of stealing food from it.

"I'm really worried. I'm worried that one day you will be caught by the church, or someone will tell me that you died in a remote alley."

She hugged Jenkins tightly, and Jenkins was now very afraid that her tears would stay. He was afraid that the girl would cry.

But Hathaway was strong, at least she wouldn't cry because of this.

"I won't be in danger, no one can hurt me."

He carefully searched for words, hoping that the girl behind him would not hug him so tightly.

"I will pay attention to my own safety. I know there are still people who care about me, my family, my father, my professor, my friends in the church. Oh, you know, I met a very interesting little girl in the church, her name is Fei..."

"Is that all?"

The voice came from behind, and Jenkins felt his heart beat faster again. The sand and gravel in the wind were still hitting the window, the burning wood in the fireplace also made a crackling sound, the clock in the living room rang regularly, and the unicorn raised his head and called out in boredom.

The shadows of the two people hugging each other were pulled to the wall under the reflection of the firelight. Although the slender shadows were distorted, they were unusually solid.

"And chocolate, it can't live without me."

He may have said this relationship the other way around.

"Anything else?"

The woman asked again.

Jenkins felt his lips were a little dry, and he wanted to pick up the teacup on the coffee table now.

"Oh, and, I have..." in Rune

"That's enough, Jenkins, you know what I want to ask."

Jenkins looked at his cat speechlessly, and the latter looked at him with scrutiny. He certainly knew what answer Hathaway wanted, but he...

"I know you and Britney are worried about me."

He still gave the answer.

That's enough, Hathaway didn't want much at this time, she just wanted to know Jenkins's true thoughts, to know what this lonely man was thinking. Now it seems that he doesn't know nothing, but he is not willing to admit it.

Hathaway investigated some of the things that Britney concealed, and also knew the true intentions of Marquis Michael. At first, she was a little surprised, but the real first feeling was that she was happy with the result. This seems to be the most perfect ending she can think of.

"Do you have anything else to say to me?"

The woman asked again, but she had let go of Jenkins.

Jenkins quickly turned around, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then held his cat on his knees, as if this would give him a sense of security.

"I..."

This is a good opportunity to send out an invitation, an invitation to the family dinner at the end of the month. But once this invitation is sent out, something between the three of them will be irreversible. He understood this, so his mouth was clearly open, but he didn't say any words.

Looking down at his cat, the black and white chocolate was still so beautiful. It can accompany Jenkins to do many things, but it can't help him in this matter.

"I won't do anything immoral!"

Jenkins swore that he didn't know how this sentence came out of his mouth. He hated himself in the last second, very much. Because of this sentence, the already embarrassing scene became even more embarrassing.

Chapter 824 Chapter 807 Church Conversation

In the living room of Jenkins's house, the flames in the fireplace were still swaying, and the red-haired girl lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers, her face remained rosy. She moved on the sofa a little uneasily, and after thinking for a long time, she asked a new question:

"Are you free on Sunday night?"

Jenkins probably has time.

"Yes, I have time."

"Can you come to my place? Don't be late at six o'clock, and go after dinner in advance. It's my house in the Westminster Riverside District."

"Can you bring chocolate?"

"......."

Hathaway looked up at Jenkins' face, trying to make sure if he was really participating in the conversation seriously:

"Yes, you can bring your pet."

She seemed a little angry.

After that, Hathaway left without asking about the accident in the dock area at noon, which left Jenkins, who had prepared a speech, without even a chance to explain.

Mr. Writer didn't know whether the red-haired girl believed what he said just now, but he really didn't want to involve them in his complicated and dangerous life.

Watching the carriage go away at the door of the house, the melancholy and loss in my heart suddenly reached the peak. Jenkins thought he was not a sentimental person, but he was still deeply trapped in the emotional problems he had been avoiding.

"When we have a party tonight, ask Alexia for her opinion."

He made another wrong decision.

"Oh, what am I thinking?"

Then he immediately realized that he was being stupid.

After resting at home for a while, he set off again. First, he went to the old craftsman to get the gift for Finnie, and then he brought the cat to the church. Today is Finnie's birthday. Although Jenkins can't accompany her all day, he can still have dinner with her.

He originally planned to bring a small cake, but as far as he knew, the church only prepared some delicious desserts for the children in the church on their birthdays, and would not prepare cakes specifically. So if he prepared it specifically for Finnie, it would make it difficult for her to make friends in the choir.

The gem craftsman perfectly met Jenkins's requirements and made a teardrop-shaped ruby ​​pendant with the leftovers of the gem. The quality of the rough stone Robert brought was very high, especially the one in the center, whose translucent luster and smooth color were simply crazy.

The old craftsman originally planned to grind the center part into two ring faces, and then make plans for the rest. But after knowing that Jenkins wanted to celebrate the little girl's birthday, he reduced the planned ring surface area and specially separated a part of the best material to make this gem pendant.

Even Jenkins had to admit that the red pendant was really beautiful. It was a whole piece of gem, not a thin layer embedded in a silver frame. It was very suitable to be used as a gift, and it had to be wrapped in a gift box before giving it away.

He came to the church with a happy face, greeted the guard at the door, prayed with the believers in the main hall for a while, and then came to the building complex behind the temple from the back passage. He planned to give the gift to Finnie at dinner, and now he could do something else.

Miss Bevanna was not in the office, which disappointed Jenkins who wanted to inquire about things. However, he met another scribe he knew and heard that his father's antique shop had been attacked.

It seemed that someone had smashed the window of the antique shop with a strange object, and his father, who was cleaning up things in the backyard to avoid damage from the tornado, was startled.

"Which strange object was it?"

"A-12-02-1110, the living corpse gem."

Jenkins was not surprised, after all, he was the one who threw it. He was surprised that the black cold stone was really what he thought it was, so things were very interesting.

The investigation will continue, and this strange object will bring new clues and turning points.

The gray snow stopped around the time Jenkins dug out the heart of the substitute, but a layer of it still accumulated in the church garden. When Jenkins was watching the snow with chocolate, he happened to meet Bishop Palod, who officially notified Jenkins about the promotion this time.

"The kingdom has decided to promote you to Viscount. The official letter and circular will probably be sent by the end of the month. I think you still have to go to Beldiran in March."

"Do you have to go to Beldiran?"

"Of course, only those who sit on the throne are qualified to confer titles on others."

The bishop saw that Jenkins didn't want to leave the city, but he smiled and said nothing.

"The weather at noon today is really strange. It suddenly snowed and blew."

The old man sighed.