The Master of the Strange Realm

"Do you know when Miss Bevanna will be back?"

Jenkins then asked.

"I came back once an hour ago, but left soon. Oh, she has been really busy recently, but the peace and tranquility of our parish still needs her to protect it."

Bishop and Jenkins walked and talked, and he had been looking healthier and healthier in recent months. Originally, I almost stopped following the priests to preach in the towns around Nolan, but now I go there almost once a week.

The two talked about many things, from the rise of banking as a spin-off of the Fabry scam to the further expansion of urban infrastructure. Finally, when talking about the issue of air pollution, the bishop told Jenkins that when he was about the same age as Jenkins, that is, when the steam industry was not so developed about half a century ago, no one thought that the power of mortals could cause such a big impact on nature. Influence.

Due to the many problems brought about by the steam industry, the relationship between the [Church of All Things and Nature], [Church of Earth and Harvest] and [Church of Creation and Mechanism] has become increasingly bad in the past ten years. Although there is no outright hostility now, the former two insist that it is the steam industry promoted by the latter that destroys nature and the earth.

When talking about the relationship between these three churches, the two naturally talked about the pagans living in Nolan. The bishop is not sure about the whereabouts of the mechanical cultists who came to investigate the broken grace bell, but he knows that the knights of the [Church of the Sun and Justice] have been living in the Evergreen Forest during this time.

"I heard that Miss Celtic Knight's family is related to the legendary dragon."

Jenkins asked, turned the corner of the corridor, and looked at the little angel statue at the bottom of the white staircase with the bishop.

"Many noble families can be related to ancient mythical races. Some are fabricated for the so-called 'noble bloodline', and some are really noble..."

Having said this, he subconsciously looked at Jenkins' expression, but Jenkins was just studying the wings of the statue and did not notice the bishop's strange behavior.

Chapter 825 Chapter 808 Pagans, Bloodline and Shire

"I know something about Miss Knight's ancestors. I mean the ancestors on the maternal side. If the information is correct and the records in the book "Ancient Glory: Those Heroes and Legends" are correct, then her ancestors are most likely to have been The disappearing dragon knight."

"Oh~"

Jenkins sighed softly, "It sounds very powerful. So, she went to the Evergreen Forest to have a relationship with Niederhorgen?"

"I'm not sure. You need to find Audrey or Father Scott stationed in the Evergreen Forest to find out. But I talked with that dragon. It is knowledgeable and extremely kind. I think if there is Chances are, you can also try to talk to it.”

Bishop suggested, and Jenkins realized that he never seemed to speak to the dragon. Maybe you can take the opportunity to go to the Evergreen Forest for a baptism in a few weeks to meet it. It is not easy to see a long-lived species that can talk normally.

The bishop had nothing to do this afternoon, so he talked with Jenkins for a while. You can often hear some interesting stories from his mouth, which was the favorite of the original owner Jenkins during his childhood. Now Jenkins also likes those fantasy stories, and he always likes to pry into the secrets of safety.

Somehow the conversation came up with the sect of false gods, and Jenkins mentioned the followers of the God of Music. Bishop Parrod also knows those people very well, and he seems to know a little too much.

"...That's it, so, unless it is a special situation, if the believers of the Great One [Wonderful Movement] come to the church for help, the church will never be stingy in providing convenience. The Church of the Sage and the Sect of the God of Music , have had friendly relations since many epochs ago, although there seems to be no such believer in Nolan City, in the art capital of the kingdom's interior - the city of Airakl in Secolim County, or the music capital of Chesland Kingdom. In the city of Muirmode, believers of the God of Music often haunt our church.”

"Um?"

Jenkins had never heard of this, because people were always reluctant to talk about the relationship between the Orthodox Church and followers of false gods. Even Hathaway had not told him about his sect, and Jenkins sometimes even suspected that Hathaway was the only believer in the God of Music.

"Any questions?"

Seeing Jenkins' puzzled expression, the bishop asked cheerfully. He was happy to answer the young man's questions.

"I always thought that believers of true gods and false gods were incompatible with each other, but I didn't expect..."

"Oh, young man, it seems that you haven't read enough books. But I think Dad Oliver should have told you about the relationship between the believers of the God of Guns and the believers of the God of War, and the relationship between the believers of the God of Music and us. It’s pretty much the same.”

Speaking of this, the bishop exhorted:

"I know that you have read a lot of historical books and religious classics, but you are not interested in books published in recent years. I suggest you read: "Teaching You to Distinguish the Holy Emblem of the Church" and "My Catholic Friends Around You" ” or Asking the Heathens for Help: We Don’t Need to Face the Barrel of a Gun are both useful modern books.”

"Okay, I took note of it."

He actually took out the notepad he carried with him from his pocket and wrote down Bishop Parrod's recommendation with a pencil. The bishop looked at the oil painting on the wall and smiled. He just liked Jenkins' attitude.

I originally wanted to go to the restaurant with the bishop in the evening, but around five o'clock a priest called him away. It seemed that an 80-year-old believer from the countryside of Nolan had traveled a long way to the city. Everyone thought it was best for the bishop to go and talk to him. Meet.

Jenkins, who was extremely bored, still couldn't find Fini. After asking a nun passing by, he found out that the children in the choir were still in class.

He strolled to the underground Gate of All Things again, where the secret keeper Colin Sher was sitting on a wooden chair against the wall, with his hands clasped in front of his chest and his head lowered. When he heard the sound, he reached out and took the hat away from his face. When he saw it was Jenkins, he smiled and greeted him.

Colin Shir is the youngest official secret keeper in the suburb of Nolan, but despite his youthful appearance, he is probably actually older than Robert Willamt.

Jenkins originally wanted to find Mr. Smith, but since he was not here, it would be good to talk to Mr. Collingshire.

"Are you on duty today?"

"Yes, it has been the past week. I heard that something big happened at the dock? Dad came here just now."

"Dad has been here? Did he say anything?"

"The believer of the God of Lies who complained about smashing the shop window, then checked about A-12-1-0044 [The Skeleton Sword of the Dead]..."

Having said this, he looked at Jenkins:

"So, that sword really appeared again?"

"I don't know, Miss Bevanna isn't here, but... I hope not."

Mr. Collingshall had a worried look on his face.

In fact, Jenkins wanted to inquire about the woman with mantis mutant blood this time. The last time I heard that she had taken the blood awakening potion, there was no further follow-up. Jenkins was very interested in this matter.

The investigation did make new progress. Secret keeper Colin Sher told Jenkins that the main ingredient of the potion had been extracted from the woman's blood. Using some divination methods, there was no difficulty in replenishing the potion.

It's just that this kind of medicine is only specially formulated for specific people, and it won't be of much value even if it is restored. The church just hopes to use this to find the person who prepared the potion. After all, fundamentally speaking, the maker of the potion is the culprit of the murder.

Before leaving, Jenkins heard one more thing. That was information he found from the doctor who raised monsters during his vacation in the snowy mountains. In those materials, information similar to the awakening of ancient bloodlines was also found, and half of it overlapped with the ingredients of the potion found in the woman's blood.

The doctor's information came from an unknown person in Shire City, which made the church suspect that the original owner of those information in Shire City has now come to Nolan and plotted a conspiracy. Although the focus of the diocese is still on the undead, the investigation of this matter has not relaxed because of this.

Because he could not enter the gate of all things with chocolate, and the cat was unwilling to come to Jenkins. So Jenkins did not go into the Secret Library to look up information, but took the cat back to the ground to prepare for dinner.

When passing by the courtyard, the cat and I took a look at the seeds of fantasy flowers. They were covered under the snow, and because they had not absorbed enough life spirit, they were temporarily unable to enter the next stage.

PS: Subscriptions have been sluggish for half a month in a row (face covering). Could it be that they have all gone to gain weight, or is it because my writing is no longer good (face covering). See you tomorrow for the third update.

Chapter 826 Chapter 809 Late Party

In the church garden, although Chocolate jumped off Jenkins' shoulders and walked around the flower beds as if patrolling the territory, he didn't seem to like these plants as much as he did last year.

This made Jenkins understand the characteristics of this cat and he was a little worried that one day in the future, it would suddenly disappear from his side.

"Oh, good afternoon, sir!"

Finally finding Feeney before dinner, the girl greeted Jenkins cheerfully, said goodbye to her companions, and walked into the corridor where Jenkins was standing.

"Happy birthday!"

He said with a smile, even though the girl looked slightly panicked, he took out the beautifully packaged box in his pocket and handed it to her:

"birthday present."

Feeney didn't say anything like "Really give it to me?" or "No, I don't want it." She looked at Jenkins' face and hesitated before reaching out to take the box. She looked like she wanted to cry, and it took her a long time to say the word "thank you".

Jenkins shook his head, then reached out and patted her shoulder, telling her to get ready to eat.

The cat on the shoulder curled his lips.

In addition to its beautiful appearance, the pendant itself was also blessed by Jenkins. Although there are no magical rituals engraved on it, with his personal blessing, it should not be a problem to resist weaker spells or curses.

The only danger is that Jenkins is worried that he will transmit his bad luck to Feeney through the pendant, but there is no basis for such a thought. Jenkins is simply unfounded.

"...blessings...thank you...sir..."

"Who is speaking?"

Not long after I said goodbye to Fini, I was thinking about what happened in the evening when a vague whisper suddenly came to my ears, but it disappeared after just a few words. Jenkins stood vigilantly and looked around but found no one nearby.

He even opened his eyes of truth and searched for suspicious light among the gold everywhere, but found nothing.

"Chocolate, are you talking?"

Finally, he could only start to doubt his cat.

"Meow~"

The cat felt wronged. This was a rare case where Jenkins wronged it.

The occasional auditory hallucination made Jenkins extremely nervous. He thought that every abnormality around him needed special attention. But in fact, until dinner, the nervous Jenkins did not encounter any accidents, and the suspicious sound did not appear again.

He went to check his body after dinner and even called for the attention of the sage, but he did not find any curses or other dirty things on his body.

"Maybe you are really just too tired, go back and rest."

The keeper persuaded with a silver plate. The offering that called for the attention of the gods just now was a silver statue in the plate. It was said that it was an antique that had been treasured in the church for a long time.

But Jenkins could not rest yet. Even though he had experienced the battle with the pistol last night and the battle with the sword holder today, he still could not rest immediately.

After dinner, there was a weekly arithmetic course, and because Miss Befanna had no time this week, the fighting course was delayed again.

After leaving the church at night and returning to St. George Street, he immediately came to Loon.

It was already night in the North Country, and Miss Stuart and Alexia sat together in a chair by the window in the study waiting for him. The room was warm and comfortable, and there was an inexplicable floral scent in the air. Jenkins liked this and asked.

"Sorry, am I late?"

He put the chocolate on the table, then sat down with a long sigh. He was really tired. Even though Loon City made him feel good, his physical fatigue could not be relieved.

Miss Stuart immediately signaled Julia with her eyes, and the latter came behind Jenkins to massage his shoulders. Jenkins was not used to someone doing this, but his shoulders were really sore. Carrying chocolate all day, even if the kitten was light in weight, it would be a bit tiring.

The air condition in Loon was much better than that in Nolan. There were no clouds in the sky tonight, and he could see the endless galaxy through the window when he turned his head. This city always made Jenkins relax and calm down, which may also be related to the extremely low temperature here.

"What happened yesterday?"

Alexia pushed the teacup in front of Jenkins, and the man nodded in thanks, but he didn't want to drink water now. He turned his head to look at the desk, very puzzled that Miss Styatt didn't do her homework tonight, but then he thought that today was Wednesday, not Tuesday, so he was relieved.

"Not only yesterday, but also today... I think you will probably receive news early tomorrow morning. It's really terrible."

The church has not yet discovered the battle that took place over the rural town of Nolan last night. Although the police will file the unusual gunshots, thanks to the underdeveloped industrial level of this world, the light of oil lamps and candles cannot see the flying gods or pistols in the night sky.

And even if someone finds out, there will be no evidence. The characteristics of the weird thing and the characteristics of the God of Lies make it impossible for witnesses to know the truth forever.

He simply recounted what happened in the past few days, and at the end he couldn't help but raise his hand to press his temple. Jenkins was really tired. He longed for a peaceful life, even if it was just a week of peace. Since the end of the year, things have been one after another, and he didn't even have time to think about the third book.

"So, it is that sword that can definitely revive the dead?"

Alexia waited until Jenkins finished speaking before asking.

"Yes, but there may be more than A-12-1-0044. That person actually used the [Zombie Gem] as the core to make a substitute body, which is enough to show that he has many terrible numbered items. I plan to continue investigating with the whereabouts of the Zombie Gem as a clue. Now that the item has come into the hands of the Sage Church, the church will definitely find useful information."

Alexia nodded slightly when she heard it, squinting at the vase opposite, not knowing what she was thinking. Miss Stuart was still immersed in the story just now. Yes, although she knew that it was a real event, she still regarded it as an interesting story.

"So do you need my help? I can dispatch people to assist you in your investigation in Nolan City."

At this point, Miss Stuart was eager to try. Julia, who was rubbing Jenkins' shoulders, frowned, but said nothing.

"No, no, you are so generous, but I don't think it's necessary now."

Jenkins waved his hand hurriedly, and unfortunately touched the cat's tail while his right hand was rising. It cried out in dissatisfaction, which caused the man to comfort it immediately.

PS: There will be another update at noon.

Chapter 827 Chapter 810 Unbeatable Weapons

"This matter is becoming more and more interesting. Miss Stuart generously allowed me to check some information in the royal library. We looked through the records of the undead disaster thirty years ago. There was no sign at that time. When the church discovered it, the plague had become completely uncontrollable. I think, starting tomorrow, Nolan City and the surrounding villages and towns will start to prepare for the plague. No one wants to repeat the tragedy of thirty years ago."

Alexia said, holding up the teacup and making a toast to Miss Stuart, who immediately picked up her teacup in panic.

"Then how to prevent it? The church distributes some very bitter but curative medicine?"

Jenkins guessed.

"Of course not, the population of Nolan City is too large."

Alexia shook her head: "You see, even if the church has abundant financial resources, it is impossible to make enough medicine for the whole city in a short time. If it is confirmed that the sword has appeared again, then the first thing to do is to publish the news of the coming plague in the newspaper, and then authoritative professors or doctors will publish articles to promote disaster prevention measures to the citizens."

"Oh, that makes sense."

Jenkins and Miss Stuart nodded at the same time, and the former added:

"It is certain that the sword has really appeared again. So now, the church and city hall will probably be very busy. I bet that when I go to my doorstep to get milk and newspapers tomorrow morning, I will definitely see news about the plague on the front page."

The great plague thirty years ago was a byproduct of the skeleton sword when it created the undead. In essence, it is a disease that relies on water or blood to spread. In the later period, it evolved into a disease that can also be spread through the air. But because it contains the power of the undead, it spreads very quickly, and the mortality rate is almost 100%.

Except for the lucky ones like Robert who can recover, it is almost certain to die within seven days of onset. But there is a theory that the ability to resist the plague can be passed on to the next generation through heredity. This was the view of a medical journal thirty years ago, and if this is true, then at least the Williamite family, except Mary, will not be in great danger.

In fact, there was no way to deal with the plague, but the holder of the skull sword was discovered by the church, and the infected people who were isolated died, so the plague stopped.

Nowadays, the faces of older people will change drastically when they hear about the disaster. Therefore, it is at least much easier to prevent disasters than it was thirty years ago, because people have fully realized what they will face.

"After the disaster thirty years ago, cremation was promoted throughout the continent. But the implementation of the Kingdom of Fidictli was not smooth. It was probably okay in the first few years, but now..."