The Master of the Strange Realm

"Even if I take a steam train, I think I can reach Nolan City by this time next week."

"No, things are not that bad yet."

Jenkins shook his head and rejected the proposal. He was unwilling to let Alexia return to this dangerous city again. Even though Alexia is already a demigod, what happened here still poses a threat to her. Besides, things are not at their most dangerous point yet.

"Although the sword is terrible, the sword holder now is far less dangerous than the one thirty years ago. Alexia, you just need to do your own thing in Rune. You don't need to come back. I will be safe."

Chapter 830 Chapter 813 Plague Prevention

There is still some light in the house at No. 13 St. George Street. Now it is a combination of No. 13 and No. 12, but the house number is still hanging on the original one.

The short lady looked at Jenkins' face suspiciously, and nodded after a long time;

"Well, I can help you at any time... Good night, Jenkins."

"Good night, Alexia, and have a good dream."

Then, only the man and his cat were left in the room.

Chocolate gradually fell asleep. Jenkins sat for a long time before getting up and putting it on the cushion beside him. He changed into pajamas and got a glass of ice water. Without turning on the light, he walked up the stairs to the second floor in the dark. He opened the side door and came to the renovated open-air terrace.

The night in late winter was really cold, and the weather was not very good. Jenkins originally wanted to see the starry sky, but now he could only see the black night when he looked up.

He took a sip from the cup, and his whole body trembled because of the ice water that slid into his throat. But this relieved the sleepiness very well, making Jenkins feel much more awake now.

He tried to open his eyes and use the real eye to observe the city he was facing at the moment. Large and small light spots appeared in his sight, and there was no lack of black spiritual light. But the only thing missing was the shape of the sword. Jenkins knew that finding the enemy was the biggest difficulty facing everyone at present.

The Star Spirit had promised to help Jenkins once with all his strength, and if he still had not found a new divinity before the decisive battle with the Skeleton Sword, then he could only rely on the power of the Star Spirit. He had no doubts about whether the Protoss could defeat the Skeleton Sword. No matter how powerful the sword was, it would not be a match for the Star's Patrons. But if the opponent could not be found in time, even if the Protoss dealt with the sword, the plague and the army of the undead would still cause permanent damage to this peaceful city.

On Friday morning, the newspaper headlines indeed reported that the plague might hit Nolan City. But it was a little different from what Jenkins thought. The newspaper's statement did not mention the plague thirty years ago, but pointed out that since the beginning of winter last year, the flu that swept the city has shown a completely different attitude from the past.

Although its mortality rate is no different from that of an ordinary cold, its infectivity has been greatly enhanced. Officials from the Kingdom's health and epidemic prevention departments came to Nolan City specifically for a field investigation, and cooperated with the hospital and the church to dissect the bodies of the deceased.

The final conclusion was that after the death of the flu patient, the bacteria in the body had begun to mutate, which is very likely to lead to a deadly plague caused by the corpse, so citizens should be prepared for disaster prevention.

Both the "Nolan Daily" and the "Rhone River News" used a lot of space to popularize disaster prevention methods, but they were nothing more than washing hands frequently, not drinking raw water, and staying away from dead poultry and human corpses.

At the same time, almost all newspapers reported the "Notice on the Current Draft of the Methods for Funeral Management in Nolan City" urgently announced by the City Hall. Judging from the document signed by the mayor in the newspaper, the signing date seems to be yesterday.

This decree requires that from now on, all corpses must be strictly cremated before they can be allowed to be buried. At the same time, in order to prevent the spread of plague, the corpse cannot be kept for more than 36 hours.

This is a very strict decision, and no opinions were sought in advance. The abrupt decree represents a serious situation, so that even citizens who do not know the truth can feel the seriousness and danger of the matter.

Jenkins usually takes half an hour to eat breakfast on weekdays, but today because he has been reading the newspaper, breakfast took nearly an hour. But the food was not wasted because it was cold. While Jenkins was concentrating on understanding the news, his cat had sneaked onto the table, effectively preventing the food from being wasted.

Because the news of the plague suddenly occupied the front page, the tornado that occurred yesterday at noon and the gray snow could only be squeezed into the back section.

There is nothing much to say about the tornado. The newspaper believes that it is a natural disaster that humans cannot predict. The reporter who wrote the report spent most of his time exaggerating the losses caused by the tornado, and reported "innocent citizens disappeared", "buildings were damaged", "blown garbage broke store windows" and other events, but did not provide any on-site photos.

The gray snow caused widespread discussion, and the results of the discussion were very consistent-this is a rare natural phenomenon caused by turbid air. The original color of the snowflakes is white, but in the process of formation and falling, it is contaminated with pollutants with complex components in the air, which will form the current appearance.

The three newspapers that Jenkins subscribed to all criticized the city's environmental problems, but none of them dared to point out that the number of cases of respiratory and lung diseases admitted to major hospitals in Nolan was increasing rapidly year by year.

If the possible plague can be linked to air pollution, then the air problem will be easily solved. It's a pity that those people will not allow the newspaper to write such a report.

There are now two more wanted posters in the newspaper. One is for the murderer who escaped from prison the day before yesterday. It seems that the church has not realized that he is dead. The other is a pencil sketch of the young man who had a fight with Jenkins yesterday. appearance.

The person's identity and degree of danger were clearly stated below the wanted notice, and even the names Provence Lucard and Willcawan were also stated.

It's a pity that Jenkins didn't get his hair, otherwise with the [Disease Curse] spell, he could be seriously injured even if he couldn't be killed immediately.

The weather was gloomy but not snowy this morning, and on her way out the door, Jenkins saw a newly posted wanted poster on a light pole on St. George Street. When he stopped to watch, he met his neighbor Mr. Goodman who was going out to work. The middle-aged man greeted Jenkins with a smile on his face, but he just put on a mask:

"Mr. Williams, are you going out so early today?"

His voice was dull and hoarse, and he hoped he didn't have the flu.

Typically, when Mr. Goodman left the house, Jenkins had just gone out in his pajamas to get milk and newspapers. But today he got up an hour early, so the two met here.

After briefly complaining about the weather, the two talked about the plague warning in the newspaper. Mr. Goodman was so sad that even without anyone reminding him, he immediately thought of the disaster thirty years ago. Goodman was only a teenager at that time, but he would never forget the tragedy caused by the plague throughout his life.

Chapter 831 Chapter 814 Shop Window

After chatting for ten minutes and getting ready for work, the two said goodbye. The middle-aged man did not forget to remind Jenkins of some tips for disaster prevention. He seemed to have aged ten years because of the news this morning. His face was full of sorrow, as if his home was on fire. Got all the belongings.

Jenkins never asked about the investment he talked about last time, but looking at the man's brand new formal suit, it showed that at least the investment did not fail. Jenkins hopes that his neighbors can live a good life. His family is a typical good person, and good people should be rewarded well.

When we arrived at Dad’s antique store, Dad hadn’t even opened the door yet. He was surprised that Jenkins was up early, but more concerned that he had figured out who to invite to the seder at the end of the month.

"I was going to invite Feeney, you know her, the little girl in the church."

Dad's eyes immediately became dangerous.

"But I knew that if I did, Mary and Robert would never let me go."

He put his cat on the counter, and Chocolate crawled onto the soft cushion at one end of the counter to lie down, ready to start another day of decadent life wasting a cat's life.

"They know you too well. If you act stupid, they will be able to tell."

"Yeah, that's why I'm troubled now."

After taking off his coat and hat and hanging them up, the writer looked at the boarded-up window, his face filled with sadness:

"So, what on earth am I going to do?"

Talking about the destroyed display window, Dad became angry immediately. According to him, the expensive glass had been used for three years. Dad had planned to replace it in two years, but he did not expect to encounter such bad luck.

Because someone witnessed Jenkins throwing the jade, the church could easily think of the believers of the God of Lies fighting against the skeleton sword wielder.

They found traces of the "Substitute" at the entrance of the alley opposite the antique shop, and then contacted the jade that was quickly identified, and they immediately guessed what happened.

Dad thinks that the believers of the God of Lies probably know what this is, so they don't want to keep it in their hands. But this also shows that the man in black robe who appeared yesterday was probably not the man in black. Otherwise, with his usual way of collecting strange objects, he would never let this thing go.

"This shows that the believers of the God of Lies are most likely not connected. Those people do their own things alone, and only when the god issues an oracle will they do some illegal things together. The church believes that [Fabri] There should be more than one of their people appearing in the scam, and the divination of this matter has now fallen into unprecedented chaos."

"Then those guys discovered that the antique shop is an outpost of the Church of the Sage? The Living Corpse Jewel was thrown in here so precisely."

Jenkins asked nervously, actually trying to hide his guilt for breaking the window of the antique shop.

"Probably not. Witnesses said that the woman and the young man had a sudden encounter. They just happened to meet in the alley opposite the antique store. I must have been unlucky. I should go to church to pray more recently... "

Dad muttered, closed the newspaper in his hand, arranged his clothes and prepared to start business.

It's ridiculous to say that although the church knew that before the demigods appeared, someone fought with the sword holder of the skull sword, they could not find any witnesses because the living people near the battle scene were turned into undead.

Therefore, they took it for granted that the people before and after them were believers of the New God. They coordinated with each other to seize the sword, but unfortunately they failed. The latter may be the legendary Mademoiselle Fabbri, while the former’s gender and youthful figure are unknown, but her abilities are most likely related to stage opera.

There is some basis for this belief. The church conducted a detailed search in the alley destroyed by the tornado and finally found clues in the small hotel. The hotel was already in a semi-collapsed state, and the accommodation records were destroyed.

Unfortunately, a small number of clues pointed to the suspicious room on the third floor. Jenkins didn't know how the church deduced, but in the end he actually thought that the room of the conversers was the room where the New God believers had hidden.

Some mystical materials related to theatrical performances were found in the room, which made the church come to a very serious wrong conclusion.

Jenkins didn't know what to say.

Now A-12-02-1110 Zombie Gem has been officially accommodated in the space behind the Gate of All Things, but the Church of Death and the End is actively coordinating the issue of secondment.

Due to Miss Audrey's report a few days ago, its specific origin can also be found. And if the real murderer of the murder in the farmland ten years ago can be found, it is very likely that the true identity of the sword holder of the skeleton sword will be found.

Although from this point of view, the woman who threw out the zombie gem did a good thing, but Dad still hated her. Until about ten o'clock when the workers of the glass factory brought the new window glass, Dad was still complaining to Jenkins about that matter.

Yesterday's tornado caused great damage to the area, and it was not only Dad's antique shop that needed to replace the window glass. But only the glass of Dad's antique shop was damaged by human beings, and Jenkins was sure of this.

According to Dad, the cause of the tornado was A-05-1-4906, the hurricane maker. The skull sword showed even more terrible characteristics. So far, it has shown the ability to revive the undead, spread curses, control souls, remote energy shocks, teleportation, remote transmission, etc.

This is what Jenkins knows as a powerful weapon. He tried to ask Dad if this thing has a nemesis, whether the B-01-2-7401 Light Blade that defeated it thirty years ago can still work.

But the answer is no, B-01-2-7401 Light Blade itself has the ability to absorb light and store it. The last time it was swung, it released all the light accumulated for nearly five hundred years at once, barely defeating A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Dead Soul]. Now the elemental weapon has only absorbed thirty years of light, so it is impossible to work like last time.

So Jenkins brought up the argument that "life defeats death" that Alexia said last night. Dad did not comment immediately, but looked at his face in confusion, and answered after a long time:

"This view is correct, but the problem is that the weapons made by the world tree did not remain in the material world. After the elves disappeared, humans never saw the branches of the world tree again. So it's a pity, Jenkins, the only thing we can do now is to find the sword holder and kill him as much as possible before he becomes stronger."

Chapter 832 Chapter 815 Outing Plan and Professor's Taste

Although the zombie gem was involved with Jenkins, Dad forbade Jenkins to participate in the investigation. In order to divert his attention, he found two thick books, "Metal Artifact Identification Advanced: Antiques Around Us" and "Teaching You to Use Fire Ritual Skillfully", and asked Jenkins to hand in his reading notes on Sunday.

But now it's Friday, which means Jenkins has no time to do anything else in the past few days.

"Have you considered going on vacation recently?"

Dad suddenly asked, realizing that it seemed to be good for everyone to let Jenkins stay away from Nolan for a short time.

"I want to go to Shire to take a look and visit Old Jack by the way. Remember the woman with the resurrection of ancient blood? I want to ask Old Jack about potions."

Dad hesitated when he heard this. Although this matter may still cause Jenkins to get into trouble, it is at least much less dangerous than A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Dead Soul].

So, he enthusiastically recommended Jenkins to leave next week, and did not forget to ask him to find time to check the nearest train tickets.

"Maybe you can stay in Shire for a few more days. Old Jack will like you."

Dad kindly suggested.

But whether Jenkins is going to leave next week or not, he has not finished his work today. Although there were no customers the whole morning, he had to supervise the workers to reinstall the glass of the window.

When the work was done, it was already about half past eleven. But the streets were still foggy, and it was hard to tell that it was noon.

During lunch, Dad and Jenkins talked about the undead. The undead is a very general term, and in theory, any monster revived by a corpse can be called an undead. And the real necromancy is not the superficial manipulation of corpses. Necromancy is the study of the mystery of death.

Dad is certainly not an expert in this field. In fact, his knowledge of the undead is only slightly higher than Jenkins's. But Dad recommended a lot of books to Jenkins for reference. He is now a third-level gifter and can enter the deeper level of the Secret Library.

Probably because of the big event that happened yesterday, Nolan City is unusually peaceful today. There was no trouble in the day's work at Dad's antique shop. Although no business was made today, Jenkins was very happy that everything went well when he went out to deliver letters for Dad.

After work with a happy mood, he said goodbye to his father and did not go home immediately, but took a carriage to a tavern on the outskirts of the city.

The tavern was hidden in a very inconspicuous position in the alley, so there were not many guests inside. After Jenkins opened the door, he saw Professor Burns sitting against the wall. The professor was now wearing an old-fashioned blue shirt with plaid, and his formal suit was draped on the back of the chair behind him. Judging from the style of the clothes, this was the clothes he would wear during class. The professor probably came here immediately after class.

In addition to the wine glasses, there were three bottles of condiment bottles commonly found in home kitchens on the table in front of him.

"Professor, long time no see!"

Jenkins walked over quickly, greeted him, and went to the bar to ask for some drinks and food. Of course, he could not forget the hot milk with chocolate, he always liked such things.

"Long time no see, Jenkins."

The professor asked Jenkins to sit down, and then motioned him to look at the three condiment bottles in front of him.

"Refined salt, inferior sugar cubes, and flour, which one do you think I should choose?"

"I should choose... um? Flour?"

Jenkins was stunned, "What do you want to do?"

"I just ordered steak. I heard that in addition to salt or sugar, sprinkling some flour is also a popular way to eat it recently."

"Where did you hear that?"

Jenkins said, pointing to the bottle of salt. The professor nodded and put the other two bottles back into the brown leather briefcase.

"My students are talking about a new way of eating that seems to have emerged from Sadler County. It's weird, isn't it?"

"It's really weird. Young people nowadays like to pursue weird things to show their personality, but they don't realize that they show the light in their souls. The focus is not on those weird behaviors at all."

"That's right!"

The professor applauded opposite Jenkins, then leaned back and asked the waiter to bring the food for the two.

"Speaking of which, professor, why do you carry these condiments yourself?"

Chocolate has already walked towards the glass of milk.

"I've encountered some accidents recently."

He said, smiling embarrassedly: "I was too careless, a curse is attached to me. It temporarily degraded my sense of taste. Now I have to prepare extra seasonings to make these foods taste good."

He shook the salt shaker vigorously, letting the tiny particles fall on the steak. Today, the development of the steam industry has also driven the development of other industries. According to Jenkins, the price of salt has been greatly reduced compared to a hundred years ago.

But the refined salt used by the professor is still extremely expensive, which shows that the professor's income is actually not low.

The two met here today for Mr. Corpse's party this month. In January, Jenkins did not attend due to time conflicts, but he did not want to give up this party, so he appeared here tonight.

On the way to the abandoned hospital outside the city, the two talked about what happened yesterday. The professor also knew the news that the deadly sword had reappeared. He was middle-aged when the plague was rampant thirty years ago, so he could better understand the terrible situation at that time.

At the same time, the professor also described what happened after Jenkins escaped in the alley for the first time. No one expected that Will Kawan could escape from the siege of so many demigods.

"This is very dangerous. Miss Bevanna believes that the man's level is still low, and he can do such a thing at this time. Once he reaches a new level over time, Nolan City will face a more terrible enemy."