The Master of the Strange Realm

"oh!"

Mr. Goodman suddenly realized:

"You mean Mrs. Mistalla Front? She moved down the street last week and gave me a cake when she visited me. You were rarely at home last week, so she probably didn't have time to visit yet. you."

"Yes, I'm usually away from home during the day. I understand."

After saying that, he declined Mr. Goodman's invitation again and returned to his home.

He stood in the foyer without going in, then squinted at his new neighbor. That was definitely Miss Yindi's fault. Not long ago, the two of them secretly resold a batch of smuggled arms.

Jenkins doesn't know if her move here was a coincidence or something else. But this matter must be clarified immediately, otherwise Jenkins will not be able to sleep well.

Thinking like this, he walked into the kitchen, took the red wine in his hand that he had forgotten where he got, and then walked out of the house again.

I straightened my clothes, put a smile on my face, and rang the bell of the neighbor on the left this time.

This place originally belonged to a businessman, but the businessman never moved back after the incident of the Evil God Son. Because the garden had not been tidied up for a long time, snow and all kinds of strange garbage were piled on the ground. You can tell the new owner is trying to tidy up, but she clearly hasn't completely cleaned the place yet.

The mailbox in front of the fence gate has been reused, and the buildings in the yard have new doors. The fence door was originally locked with a wrist-thick iron chain, but now it had turned into a small brass-colored lock installed from the inside. Jenkins thought he could kick it open with one kick.

"Sorry, who is it?"

Only three minutes after the bell rang, the silver-haired woman opened her door. This is an extremely rare hair color. A small number of white people are born with almost white hair color, but it is actually a manifestation of blonde hair, more specifically, light blonde. The hair looks white, but in the sun it will have a light golden color.

"I am your neighbor, Jenkins Willamette. Good evening, Mrs. Front!"

Jenkins responded, then raised the bottle of red wine with one hand and gestured:

"Yes, Willamette next door."

Miss Silver Flute, or Mrs. Mistalla Forlant, is a middle-aged woman, even close to old age. Although he always uses the voice of a young girl when attending parties, he is probably older than Mr. Goodman.

She walked out of the house slowly, warmly invited Jenkins to come in and sit for a while, and apologized for not visiting in time. Although the house is not as messy as the yard, the woman who just moved in has not completely tidied up the place.

There was even an item that exuded the ultimate purple aura, carelessly placed on a box in the corner. Jenkins rarely sees special items with such a color aura.

Mrs. Forlant obviously did not realize that Jenkins was the mysterious Mr. Candle, and she would never have imagined this. But she knew the famous Jenkins Willamette and had two of his books at home.

It was a successful visit, and Jenkins acted as if he were a normal guest. But in fact, he was using the [Priesthood of Lies] to slowly test this woman's purpose of moving here.

From the conversation it emerges that Mrs. Front is also a poor widow, like Jenkins' former neighbor Mrs. Margaret. She lived on a large inheritance and moved here just to change her environment.

These are true, but may not be complete. When Jenkins left the visit, he planned to entrust a reliable person to continue the investigation. With such a person around, his sense of security will be greatly weakened.

"Oh, Mr. Willamette, I may give dance lessons to some lovely girls in the house in the future, and I may make some noise. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not."

said qualified neighbor Jenkins.

There were too many accidents that night, but at least after that, there were no accidents when Jenkins went to the Sage Church to report the foreign Duke. He used a paper airplane to fly the report letter to the door of the church just like he reported the appearance of Pirate King Femixiu to the [Church of Ocean and Exploration] half a year ago.

Of course, it certainly doesn't involve some sneaky man with a cat. But other than that, Jenkins swears, it's all true.

The accident happened the next day. After Jenkins arrived at the antique store, he began to inquire about the follow-up to the report letter. Dad really knew about this, he was always well-informed, but the letter had no effect:

"The contents of that letter were forged and were not believed by the church."

Dad didn't notice that Jenkins' expression was tense for a moment. He was inspecting a rough pottery embryo that was found in the cemetery where the battle took place yesterday. The church hopes to find new breakthroughs among the burial objects in the cemetery. .

"Why?"

"You know, ever since the scribe team disguised itself as a force of the Inquisition, there have been strange rumors among the people. Even the visiting delegation from the Kingdom of Cheslan had to stay in Nolan temporarily for this reason. The city observes the situation.”

He said vaguely.

"I know, but what does that mean?"

"Oh, Jenkins, this means many things. The most important one is that our motorcade collided with that of the visiting delegation that day. Some people therefore believed that there was a conflict between the Sage Church and the visiting delegation from the Kingdom of Chesland. Recently. In the past few days, people have often written anonymous letters reporting that someone in the delegation was involved in illegal activities. There were almost more than a hundred reports just about the Duke."

Dad shook his head as he spoke, as if complaining about the trouble of this matter.

"But the church shouldn't just ignore it, right?"

"Of course not. No matter how tight the manpower is now, simple investigations will still be carried out. For example, the three reporting letters were sent last night..."

"Three seals?"

Jenkins was shocked, and then understood why his letter had not been taken seriously.

"The Duke of Reporting is related to the sword holder of the Skeleton Sword, the Duke of Reporting is related to the Pirate King Femixiu, the Duke of Reporting is related to the believers of the God of Lies. Oh, sage, if those illegal gifters are really all So free, why not help the church find clues about the undead? "

Chapter 839 Chapter 822 Inside and Outside the Wardrobe

Dad muttered about the letter and started complaining about the whistleblowers who got into trouble for nothing, while motioning to Jenkins to hand him the smallest brush. But Jenkins thought too seriously and caught the tail of the chocolate.

"So, these three reporting letters are all slander without evidence?"

Jenkins asked as he treated a scratch on the back of his hand.

"The three letters were all delivered to the church last night. How can we investigate them now?"

Dad asked back, and then reminded:

"But there is a high probability that it is slander. Whether it is the Skeleton Sword, the Pirate King or the believers of the God of Lies, the church has been investigating. But there is no witness or physical evidence to prove the things mentioned in the letter... .”

He shrugged at Jenkins, presumably implying that the church had determined that the letters were forgeries.

Jenkins originally wanted to refute, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say. This is all a coincidence, but if you think about it, it seems normal for the church to make such a judgment.

"Then I will immediately launch an investigation myself. The fox will always show its tail!"

He made a decision, but immediately regretted it:

"No, we can't start right away. We have to deal with the sealing of Mr. Pisco's apartment first."

Because he was really tired these two days, as of today, Sunday evening, Jenkins still had not finished reading the book that his father asked him to read. But his father understood that he had been helping out at the cemetery all day yesterday, so he postponed the submission of his reading notes until next week.

After get off work, I originally wanted to find the keys and gold pounds hidden by Mr. Pisco, but when I was having dinner at home, I suddenly remembered that Hathaway invited him to be a guest at home tonight.

"I remember she said she could take you with her, right?"

He reached out and touched the chocolate who was lowering his head to eat. Chocolate immediately screamed in obedience. Somehow, this cat has been extremely well-behaved this week. It's so well-behaved that it's a bit scary.

Although Jenkins likes this behavior of chocolate, he occasionally wonders if it is possessed.

When we got off the bus in front of Hathaway's house, it was completely dark. There are no street lights on this street, and the thick fog makes it dark everywhere. Yesterday's snow has been cleared away, and only with a monocle can you see the dark snowdrifts under the street wall.

He paid the fare, then tidied his clothes, put the cat on his shoulder, and then rang the bell in front of the door.

The echo of the bell didn't seem to have ended before Hathaway rushed out of the house in a hurry.

"Why didn't you ask the servant to open the door?"

Jenkins asked jokingly.

"Why did you come so late?"

The red-haired girl asked angrily, then took Jenkins' hand and dragged him into the house.

The living room has now been cleaned up, and two maids are busy moving the dining table, candles and some roses.

"Want to have a candlelight dinner?"

"I'm not eating with you~"

Hathaway pulled Jenkins without stopping and ran up to the second floor, then entered the familiar room, opened the closet door and motioned for him to get in.

"What is...what to do?"

Jenkins asked hesitantly.

"Come in now, Mr. Willamette!"

The red-haired girl pointed at the dark wardrobe and ordered. Her face turned red, and she didn't know if it was because it was too hot in the house.

Hathaway had never spoken to Jenkins in such a tone, and Jenkins didn't know what to do for a while. So he took the cat and bent down to the closet.

There are still some clothes placed here, but it can be seen that a lot of things that are in the way have been taken away in order to welcome Jenkins.

When Jenkins entered, he quietly asked when he could leave tonight, but Hathaway did not answer.

"Oh, Jenkins, do you have abilities like [dark vision]?"

she asked again before closing the cupboard door.

"some."

"Take this and you won't be too bored. Also, please be patient and make absolutely no noise."

As he said that, he took out three books from the bookshelf beside him and threw them to Jenkins, then closed the door forcefully despite his objection. A few seconds later, Jenkins heard the sound of a chair being pushed against the door of the closet, and then the footsteps of a woman left the room.

"What does this mean?"

He wondered, even if he wanted to detain him here, this method was too simple. Taking the cat off his shoulder, Chocolate couldn't answer Jenkins' question.

"What time can I leave tonight? Maybe we can take Mr. Pisco's things halfway and go home."

He planned what to do next, and then saw that the three books Hathaway had just handed over were "Teaching You How to Knit a Sweater", "For Those Careless Owners: A Manual for Pet Cat Breeding" and "A Guide to Appreciating Artwork in the Thirteenth Century".

"What are these?"

He was not interested in knitting sweaters, and he already had experience in raising pets, and the last book was for laymen to read, and it had no professional value at all.

"Then let's take this one. It's better than waiting in boredom."

As he said this, he opened "For Those Careless Owners: A Manual for Pet Cat Breeding", and Chocolate immediately showed an anxious mood.

After waiting quietly for nearly an hour and a half, he finally heard the sound of someone going up the stairs again. During this period, the guests came to visit, the whispers and dance music downstairs were not worth mentioning, but Jenkins at least understood that it was Britney who had dinner with Hathaway.

The two people who went upstairs finally entered this room. Jenkins immediately put down the book in his hand, and then hugged Chocolate with it, and put his eyes close to the gap of the cabinet door.

The two girls are now wearing beautiful dresses, which are summer styles, but the temperature in the house is okay, so it shouldn't be cold.

The two held hands and sat on the bed and talked for a while, probably about trivial matters in life. Then they opened the wine bottle on the bedside, and the high-foot glass was already prepared.

Only half of the wine in the glass was drunk. Without any warning, Britney stood up, closed the curtains, and locked the door... Jenkins had a bad feeling.

He licked his lips, held his breath, and widened his eyes, feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off outside, the girls' laughter/noise, kissing, and then the sound of the quilt being rubbed...

"Sage, am I dreaming!"

He groaned in his heart, trying to suppress his deep breath, but his eyes did not leave the gap.

...

PS: There has been a severe crackdown recently, so there is no follow-up, and there is no follow-up in the group.

The last paragraph with a lot of slashes is what I did to prevent being detected. Although there are no sensitive words, safety first, safety first.

Chapter 840 Chapter 823: Escape is shameful but useful

At twelve o'clock midnight, in the dim room, Britney had fallen asleep. Hathaway picked her up in a princess hug and moved her to the next room, then returned to the bedroom, took away the chair, and let Jenkins and his cat out.

The curtains had been drawn, and the faint moonlight shone down from the sky, making the red-haired girl with slightly red skin look like a goddess bathing in the moonlight.

Neither of them spoke inside or outside the closet, but both pairs of eyes looked at each other. Only the cat made a dissatisfied cry, but no one had time to pay attention to it now.

"I think you should say something now."

Hathaway reminded softly. She was wearing a simple pajamas now, and Jenkins knew what was under the pajamas.

"I..."

He had never thought that he would be forced to face such a scene one day. Due to the stiffness of his head, his mouth was out of control:

"The performance was wonderful..."

Now he wanted to punch himself.

"Do you still want to watch?"

Jenkins didn't want to answer this question. He wanted to maintain his image.

"Excuse me, tonight, what exactly... well, is... what happened?"

He had just suspected countless times that he was dreaming, but dreams would not be so real. The room was filled with an indescribable smell, mixed with the aroma of wine, which seemed a bit intoxicating and weird. Jenkins' back was soaked, and his arms were a bit sore from holding chocolate for a long time. These were all real feelings, and they couldn't be wrong.

Although he was still facing the threat of the undead, and had to worry about the new neighbors and Mr. Pisco's letters, he had to face these things on Sunday night. Jenkins fully realized the malice of life towards him. This joke of the hermit of fate was a bit too much.