The Master of the Strange Realm

But unfortunately, because the tornado destroyed most of the evidence, the church did not know why Will Kawan appeared there and fought with the followers of the God of Lies. In other words, except for Jenkins, no one knew that Will Kawan had met with someone in the hotel not far from the alley and discussed some secrets.

So, the young duke from a foreign country barely escaped by luck.

"But I will report him when I go back so that their conspiracy cannot be implemented."

Jenkins thought to himself, feeling that this was a just act, and maybe he could learn the true identity of Will Kawan from the duke.

Chapter 833 Chapter 816 Deserted Party

After entering the hospital area, the familiar feeling of being spied on immediately came to my mind. The fog surrounding the hospital was thicker than the outside world, which made the visibility here extremely low. Since the first time Jenkins came here, he insisted that there must be something terrible in the fog. It might be Mr. Corpse's pet, or it might be a weirdo who was Mr. Corpse's "neighbor". But no matter what it was, he still didn't know.

When he walked down the steps to the morgue, there were already quite a few participants inside. Jenkins and the professor stood against the wall as usual, and the party didn't officially start until half an hour later.

Jenkins didn't know how many people came to the party in January, but at least there were quite a few people here last year. This time, there were exactly ten participants, and everyone who realized this was a little uneasy.

"Welcome... It seems that everyone has something to do this time."

Mr. Corpse, who sat up from the corpse cabinet, was still the same. Except that the remaining hospital gown on his body was more worn, his image had not changed at all in the past six months.

It was just that with his appearance, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, which had never happened before.

"You should have heard about the Skeleton Sword. It's really interesting."

Seeing that no one spoke, he talked to himself, his head turned stiffly, looking at the people who appeared here.

He guessed the reason why these people behaved unnaturally. "Corpse" and "Undead" are always related.

"Although I behave like an undead creature,... I have nothing to do with that matter."

Jenkins was quite sure of this. The strange feeling brought to him by the Skeleton Sword was not even one-tenth of that of Mr. Corpse. But others didn't think so, so on the second night after the sword was exposed, the benefactors in the city began to plan to avoid all situations where they might come into contact with the dead.

"But no matter what, our party will continue."

Mr. Corpse concluded, and then motioned to the people who had been silent to say something.

"Sir, generous sir. For the sword, can you give us any advice?"

The fat man closest to the door took a step forward and asked while bowing. His voice was very unnatural, which was obviously a false voice.

"Avoid the cemetery."

Mr. Corpse gave the answer without even hesitation. The interrogator did not dare to ask more detailed questions. After thanking again, he retreated.

Because there were few participants this time, the party did not last as long as before. Jenkins still wanted to buy the thousand-year-old wooden heart, but luck still did not favor him. Instead, the professor exchanged a bottle of rhino horn powder from a hoarse woman for an ancient book without a cover. He should be very happy.

Jenkins now has a lot of cash in his hands. The last time he got eight thousand pounds by cheating, he has not spent it yet. But the various crises facing Nolan City made special items and precious materials unsalable. In the end, he did not find what he wanted, but only bought possible information about the thousand-year-old wood heart from a stranger for 30 pounds.

Frustrated, he left the abandoned hospital and walked along the path in the farmland to the city. Chocolate finally found a chance to get out of his collar.

It was probably bored, and it did not ask to be on Jenkins' shoulders, but walked behind him. The moonlight sprinkled on the two people in the field, and Chocolate happened to be in Jenkins' shadow.

"I don't think the chance this time is great. The thousand-year-old wood heart has always been very rare. Maybe there will be clues in the city further south. Nolan is not a city with many trees after all."

"I do have a friend in the south, Turin City in the Kingdom of Cheslan... I seem to have mentioned this when I wrote last time, but I don't know if he can find it."

Jenkins was talking about Mr. Black Cat. The two are currently communicating at a frequency of two letters per month. Although there is nothing important to say every time I write a letter, it is also good to learn about some exotic customs.

The closer they got to the abandoned hospital, the better Jenkins felt. But as the two of them approached the outskirts of the city, a sudden fog appeared from nowhere, and the smell in the fog made Jenkins cough.

"This fog really seems to be surrounding the city."

Jenkins covered his mouth and said, "The fog was very light three hundred feet away, but now it is almost pitch black."

"This means that we have entered the city. I said last time that Mr. Corpse reminded us not to get close to the fog in the suburbs. I think if the church had not been distracted by the undead recently, it would have started investigating these obviously abnormal fogs."

Jenkins had no need to stay outside, so he planned to go home. But the professor wanted to visit a friend, and after trying to invite Jenkins, Jenkins also felt that it was a bit boring to go back to read, and the place the professor was going to was on the way home, so he happily agreed to go together.

Shrouded in the night fog was a small cemetery. When Jenkins and Professor Burns walked out of the alley, the crow standing on the central building of the cemetery happened to spread its wings and fly high, making a cackle.

The sound echoed in the night sky, disturbing Chocolate.

"There are crows in this season, it seems that spring is really coming."

This is a relatively high-end cemetery, which can be seen from the black metal fence outside the cemetery. The fence gate is tall, and there are even small angel statues carved in stone on both sides, which is unimaginable in a public cemetery.

Although the fence gate is locked, you can see that the road is paved with neat stone slabs inside, and tombstones of different shapes are standing in the distance. The cemetery is neatly planned, so it looks very orderly.

When the two people and the cat approached the gate, the building with a spire-shaped roof lit up.

In fact, it seemed to be a tower. When the old man holding the oil lamp opened the door for the two people, Jenkins confirmed this even more.

"Hi~ Burns, you are on time."

"Long time no see, White! Oh, this is my friend William, who is a scribe of the Church of Sages like me."

The old man in front of him is the gravekeeper of the [Church of Death and the End], but the level of the gifter is not high, so he was transferred to guard the small cemetery near the city. He lives in a three-story tower in the center of the cemetery, but the building looks a bit shabby, like the tower where wizards live in ancient stories.

Chapter 834 Chapter 817 After the War

"It's been a long time since we last met, Burns. If it weren't for that letter, I wouldn't have known that you had become a scribe. We haven't seen each other for so many years. You've really grown old!"

The gravekeeper holding the oil lamp looked very happy. He opened the gate with a thick key, and then led them along the stone path through the tombstones into the tower.

The first floor of the tower was all reception rooms. The furniture was new, but because the gas lamps on the walls were too old, the pale yellow hue gave the room an old atmosphere. Coupled with the quiet atmosphere here, Jenkins felt that he would not be willing to live alone in such a place.

Mr. White, an acquaintance of the professor, enthusiastically asked the two to sit down and prepared tea for them. The professor and the gravekeeper first reminisced about the past, and then talked about the news of the city.

The news that the gravekeeper received from the Church of Death and the End was slightly different from that received by the scribes. In the professor and Jenkins's cognition, the Orthodox Church had not found any clues about the skull sword in just one day, but White quietly told them that they had actually made an amazing discovery.

Due to confidentiality, he did not tell them what happened specifically. But he blinked and hinted that there would be bigger news tomorrow morning.

After returning home, Jenkins fell asleep with anticipation. The next morning, the sound of knocking on the door really brought him big news.

It was still dark, but the wind outside the house was very loud. Jenkins was originally standing in a dense forest in his dream, looking up at a newly born tree, and suddenly heard Chocolate kicking the tree trunk at his feet, and then he realized that someone was knocking on the door at that time.

Reaching out to touch the pocket watch on the pillow, it was just after five o'clock. No light could be seen through the gap in the curtains, only the fireplace was still burning to provide light and heat.

"Who is it?"

He climbed up with his eyes closed, feeling a little nauseous due to lack of sleep. He walked to the wall in slippers and turned the knob of the gas lamp, then dragged his sleepy body to open the door.

The wind and snow hit him unexpectedly. It was already the end of winter, but the amazing heavy snow had dyed the whole street silver without him noticing. Jenkins, who was only wearing pajamas, shivered, and then felt that he was completely awake.

"Oh, sage, what kind of weather is this. Come in, Captain Binsi, I'll get you some hot tea, you must be frozen too."

"It's too late to drink tea now! Get in the car!"

The middle-aged man wore a black hat, but a layer of snow had accumulated on the brim of the hat. He reached out and pulled Jenkins, his eyes widened as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of his eye sockets.

"Hurry up and change your clothes and go back to the church with me, something big has happened."

When he went out, he almost left Chocolate, who was still asleep, at home, but he set off in a hurry in just ten minutes. When he arrived at the main entrance of the church, it was still dark, and the howling wind and snow were getting more and more amazing.

Jenkins and Captain Binsey walked up the steps to the main hall against the wind, shook off the snow on their bodies and hats at the door, and cleaned the soles of their shoes on the foot mat before daring to enter the church.

The four-story building behind the temple complex was almost turned into a hospital, and when Jenkins crossed the courtyard, there were still wounded people being transported in. Most of these people were ordinary people, but there were also a considerable number of gifted people.

"Is there a war?"

Jenkins asked doubtfully, after all, this number of casualties was too shocking.

Of course, Jenkins was called here to help with the treatment. He is now the best healer in the diocese of the Sage Church, and there is no one. However, the number of people who needed treatment was too huge, so we had no choice but to select the gifted ones first, and then selectively treat the seriously injured ones.

During the busy period, I probably heard what happened. It was probably that the Church of Death and the End of the World tracked the sword through some means. However, when the troops of the Righteous God Church arrived, they discovered that the large cemetery was actually trap.

A huge number of the dead emerged from the soil and engaged in melee with the living, while the demigods were entangled by some strange and terrifying undead creatures. The battle started in the middle of the night. When Jenkins arrived at the church, almost all the undead had been wiped out, but the casualties among the living were equally heavy.

Most of the injured who could be transported back had no fatal injuries. After almost an hour of treatment, the church confirmed that it was safe and had to call Jenkins directly to the front line.

The cemetery seemed to have been thoroughly dug up. Jenkins had never seen so many human skeletons. The snowflakes buried the bones and corpses bit by bit, but the stench that towered into the sky could not be covered up at all.

This is the outskirts of Nolan City, and nearby small villages have been evacuated. Traces of the battle could be seen everywhere nearby. After Jenkins got off the carriage, he was led to see Miss Bevanna.

She looked uninjured, but her clothes were dirty, and the dark stains gave off a strong odor, but Jenkins didn't point that out.

She was extremely tired, but she still told Jenkins a few words to pay attention to his safety before letting Captain Binsi lead him to treat the injured.

This busyness lasted until ten o'clock in the morning. Almost all the dying people were brought back, and the rest returned to the embrace of God. The final safety determination was still being made near the cemetery, and Jenkins could not get close. He could only find an empty carriage at the entrance of the village and sit on the front edge of the carriage to rest.

The snow is still falling, and I don’t know who I am mourning for. This should be the last snow before the next winter. Jenkins looked up at the sky, and his face was covered with snow from the roof of the car that had been shaken off by the chocolate.

After everything had settled, the setting sun barely shined through the thick layer of fog onto this small piece of land. Jenkins walked into the cemetery accompanied by Miss Bevanna. There were also a large number of benefactors in the park searching for the remains of the undead. In order to prevent the plague, these things must be purified by divine magic and then burned, so as to completely eliminate the disaster.

The gravekeeper's hut is the destination for the two of them. It is guarded by personnel from the five churches in Nolan. Of course, these people will not stop Miss Bevanna.

"Are many people sacrificed?"

Jenkins asked worriedly. Rather than fatigue, discomfort was the main reason for his sorrow.

"Seventeen of the benefactors of the Righteous God Church have died, and the casualties of ordinary people are still being counted."

Fortunately, they attached great importance to this operation, and the battle started unexpectedly, but in fact everyone was prepared to face the undead.

Chapter 835 Chapter 818 Metal Coffin

"Have we got any relevant clues... Is there really nothing here except the undead?"

Jenkins looked at his feet worriedly. Human skeletons were standing in the snow, but they were no longer moving.

"I think so."

Miss Bevanna nodded, then opened the door of the cabin and let Jenkins in.

The indoors and outdoors seem to be two different worlds. The temperature inside the house is extremely high and the lights are brightly lit. It is completely different from the snowy evening surrounded by fog outside.

There was no furniture in the hut, only a hanging coffin tightly tied by chains hanging from above.

The coffin has a metallic yellow color, but it is unknown whether it is made of copper or alloy. Complex patterns extend upward from the bottom of the coffin, showing countless hands reaching toward the sky on the sides of the coffin. But there was no pattern on the coffin lid, only the solitary Resurrection Cross was imprinted there.

The direction of the resurrection cross is exactly opposite to the front and rear of the coffin. This placement means the opposite of "resurrection" in some terrible rituals, "resurrection of the dead".

The closer I got to the coffin, the colder the feeling became. Jenkins took a few steps forward and then stepped back, observing it with Miss Bevanna by the wall.

"Is this a trick?"

Jenkins asked as he stood by the wall. Now just looking at the coffin, he had the urge to open it and lie in it. This impulse mixed with the fear of death formed a contradictory and tangled emotion.

"Yes, A-12-2-0322, the undead coffin. Any living creature will die immediately after lying in it and be transformed into an undead creature in a short period of time. At the same time, as long as it is in any place that can be defined as a [tomb] In the garden environment, it can slowly transform corpses and provide more powerful soul fragments for the resurrected undead creatures. If this thing were not there today, there would not be such a large number of casualties in this battle. "

This is another treacherous object controlled by the sword holder of the Skeleton Sword. If you think about it carefully, the number of treacherous objects he owns is really too many. But Miss Bevanna thinks this is normal. The Skeleton Sword itself has the ability to search for [undead], and it has extraordinary perception of this special item.

This feature is not created to strengthen the sword holder, but to strengthen itself according to the absorption characteristics of similar items. It is generally believed that the Skeleton Sword itself has fused at least 19 special items, and this number is the most conservative estimate.

While the two were talking, Mr. Desvis, the demigod of the Church of Death and Doom, also pushed the door and walked in. He did not carry the coffin this time, and Jenkins thought it was to prevent the influence of A-12-2-0322.

The middle-aged man nodded to Jenkins and Miss Befanna, as a greeting, and then asked:

"According to the signed agreement, this thing will be jointly contained by us and the [Church of Starry Sky and Balance]. Do you have any ideas? If not, we can put it in the well outside the city."

Jenkins thought this involved sensitive topics, but Miss Befanna did not let him leave temporarily, so he could only lean against the wall carefully, hoping to reduce his presence.

"Isn't there something very dangerous in that well?"

Miss Befanna shook her head, staring at the chained coffin, and suggested:

"The Evergreen Forest outside the city should be more suitable. The abundant natural spirits there can fully suppress the characteristics of this strange thing. Moreover, I think the Skeleton Sword will never want to be hostile to us in such a place."

"Well, you are right."

The middle-aged man shrugged and took out a small black bottle from his pocket and handed it to Miss Befanna. The bottle was very beautiful. Jenkins thought the material was most likely jade:

"Ten portions of Styx water, the initial compensation for this operation. I'm sorry, Befanna."

"If you really want to apologize, you should find the culprit of this incident as soon as possible."

"I'm really sorry."

Mr. Desvis repeated again, and then looked at Jenkins who was pretending to play with a cat behind him:

"Thank you very much, Mr. William. If you didn't help with the treatment this time, I think the casualties would be greater."

"Oh, that's nothing. I was worried that the power of life would react with the body of the gravekeeper. Now it's good to be able to save most people. The sage taught us..."

He recited a long passage of religious scriptures in a long-winded manner, which roughly meant to help others.

"Although we are in contact with death, we are still the living. You don't have to worry about this. Don't be surprised to find that you also have the power of death. It's obvious. I admire you for being like this..."