The Master of the Strange Realm

The afternoon auction was not held in the small hall on the first floor, but in the hall on the second floor. Although the seats were still not full, at least the attendance rate was much better than in the morning.

Jenkins and the professor sat in the middle right seat of the fourth row. There was no one on the left, and on the right was a young man sitting nervously with his hands on his knees. He looked like he was in an important meeting, but just a little nervous.

"Look, they are all weapons. I heard that some of them have blood stains on them."

The professor handed Jenkins the auction list, which contained descriptions and photos of all the auction items. Although the black and white photo is not very clear, the general appearance can still be seen clearly.

"What are you here for this time?"

Jenkins asked quietly.

"Number 9, the cane."

"Can this also be considered a weapon?"

Jenkins couldn't help but ask, while reminding Chocolate not to run around.

"Of course. Let me tell you its history. It's a pretty thrilling story..."

The professor's story didn't end until the auction was about to begin, but it was indeed a good story full of intrigue, love-hate entanglements, and national strife. The cane was finally raised high by the young prince and stabbed to death 23 blood relatives, including his own father. It was really cruel.

Jenkins had been here in the morning and did not check the auction house for any illegal items. So when I came back in the afternoon, I relaxed my vigilance a little.

He didn't remember to check it again until before the auction started, and then he unexpectedly saw a bright red aura directly in front of him, which was in the shape of a long sword.

He blinked, unable to believe what he saw.

"Professor, is that direction... the direction of the temporary storage room for the auction items?"

He pointed with a finger on his knee to avoid attracting the attention of the surrounding bidders.

"Yes."

The professor nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, no, nothing... Can you lend me some gold pounds later? I think I may not have enough money."

What Jenkins took a fancy to was auction item No. 4, a long sword that had no provenance but looked more like a handicraft. The auction house is not optimistic about its value, so it is placed in such an awkward position as No. 4.

When bidding in the auction, Jenkins discovered that no one else raised the placard except himself, so he bought a Class B [Extraordinary] with an unknown number at a very low price of 12 pounds.

Jenkins believes it may have never been recorded by the church, otherwise there would have been no reason for the church to ignore its peculiarities when it was examined.

Good things come in pairs, and the professor finally succeeded in buying the cane the school needed. The two of them did not wait for the auction to end, but got up directly to contact the staff to pay.

Both the cane and the sword were stored in beautifully packaged wooden boxes and were handed over to the two people in the conference room on the third floor of the auction house.

"Mr. Burns, Baron William, please check again."

According to the rules, the goods must be inspected. Professors Jenkins and Burns also wore white hand suits and pretended to inspect the things they bought. Jenkins understood as soon as he touched it that this was definitely an "extraordinary" thing. The feeling of being incompatible with the world could not be imitated by other objects.

"Very good, then let's..."

Jenkins was only halfway through his words when the door of the conference room was rudely pushed open from the outside.

"A robber broke in!"

This is the waiter who just welcomed Jenkins downstairs. Because of the rush of running, his straight uniform was a little wrinkled.

"robber?"

Everyone in the room seemed to have heard a myth. This was the core of Nolan City, with City Hall and Carfax Field both within two blocks.

"It's really a robber. Oh, God, he is on the second floor now. May God bless little Lucal. I just saw him being...Mr.?"

Jenkins had stood up and grabbed the speaking man's arm. Although there was warmth, Jenkins could not feel any breath of life.

"Corpse?"

His voice was very low, but Professor Burns next to him still heard it. His expression changed. Now within the scope of Nolan City, anything related to the undead is a big problem.

"Sorry, Baron, what did you say?"

Others in the conference room did not hear the word Jenkins said. They were just a little suspicious of Professor Burns's expression, thinking that he had a bad stomach and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"I remembered I had some things to do and it was time for my cat to eat... The service at Kimberley Auctions was attentive."

As he spoke, he held the walking corpse's hand and exerted force, secretly injecting [Healing Breath] into it. Death and life immediately clashed, and the struggling body immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Also, the gas valve in my house doesn't seem to be turned off, which is really bad!"

With that said, he picked up the slender box and turned around, followed by Chocolate and Professor Burns.

There was no sign of another robber breaking in outside, and even when passing by the stairs to the second floor, I saw only pedestrians walking normally.

The two people and the cat walked out of the auction house building at an extremely fast speed. When they returned to the street, the fog outside was still as usual, and the crowds of pedestrians were not in any panic.

"Don't worry about anything, let's go straight back to the church!"

Jenkins still hadn't figured out what was going on here, but returning to the church was definitely not a wrong choice.

He and the professor didn't choose to go into the alley, but ran along the main road. Turn right from the intersection on the west side of Will Five Star Street to enter Gorak Art Avenue, and then continue forward, but the surging crowd blocked their way.

"What's going on?"

"There seems to be a circus performing over there."

The professor was taller than Jenkins, so he could see the other end of the street over the dense crowd of heads. Helplessly, the two could only turn around and enter the wide alley next to them, but Jenkins stopped after a few steps.

Chapter 855 Chapter 838 Swords and Balls

The air in the alley seemed to stagnate in an instant, and Jenkins looked up with wide eyes.

"Oh no! It's him, he's coming directly!"

"Who?"

The professor didn't understand.

"Be careful above!"

As Jenkins shouted, the professor stretched out his hand to set up a barrier without thinking. The old man had read more books in his life than most people Jenkins knew, and the golden light was almost forming a physical substance.

As Jenkins also stretched out his hand and merged into the giant book, the completely materialized barrier tightly wrapped the two people and the cat.

Almost at the moment the barrier was formed, the black light fell from the sky and hit the golden light in the alley. The energy collision between the two even made the ground vibrate. The final result was smoke and dust. The crowd near the alley thought that the steam bomb exploded, so they fled in all directions.

The circus in the distance was probably also implicated, and Jenkins hoped not to delay their business.

In the background of panic shouting, Jenkins and Professor Burns stood back to back in the alley with cracked land. The professor's hands were still shaking because of the impact just now.

"Is the owner of the sword here?"

He asked nervously.

"Yes, he is above us now, be careful!"

Jenkins suspected that his identity was exposed, otherwise there was no reason for the enemy to find him so quickly. He was now facing the sword head-on. It should be no problem for him to escape, but it might be difficult to win...

"Here it comes!"

Jenkins reminded again, and the professor immediately held up the divine barrier like before. The second collision of black and golden light completely collapsed the house next to it. While the bricks and stones tilted down, the package placed by Jenkins beside him slid to the side a little because of the tremor of the ground.

"Now!"

The professor suddenly shouted.

When he held up [The Blessing of Books] for the second time, some black lines flew upward from the professor's fingers. These lines were not affected by energy and spirit at all, and followed the path of the black light, connecting the two people above and below.

At this moment, the professor stepped on the ground with both feet, and the muscles on his body were almost bursting the formal suit. With his roar, a man and a sword were pulled down from the sky.

The moment the strange sword landed, the ground immediately turned into a lifeless black. The cold wind blew from the alley, and the living people all felt the malice from death.

Will Kawan rolled on the ground in a panic, his arm completely entangled by the line in the professor's hand.

He struggled hard and found that the strength of the old man opposite him was completely beyond his ability to contend with. He waved his left hand with a solemn expression, and rolled on the ground in a panic, avoiding the bricks and stones falling from the collapsed house. The skeleton sword inserted into the ground immediately flew towards him.

"Don't even think about it!"

Jenkins pounced like a cat, and his hands burning with eternal fire sank into the soul whirlwind wrapped around the sword. The palm immediately felt a stinging pain like a needle, and at the same time a huge force pushed him in the opposite direction.

But Jenkins's pounce was not without effect. As he flew backwards like a sandbag, the sword also deviated from the flight trajectory and inserted into the wall beside him with a clang.

"Come here!"

The professor shouted again, and Will Kawan was pulled to his side uncontrollably.

"Go to hell~"

The old man's right fist, which was covered with age spots, rough, and as big as a sandbag, had no light and shadow effects, but the moment it was swung, even Jenkins in the distance could feel the full power.

Bang~

The sound of a sonic boom suddenly sounded, and in the dull sound, Will Kawan flew backwards at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. He crashed into the ruins of the collapsed house, leaving a long drag mark on the garbage-covered ground.

The bone armor on his body protected him, but the piece on his chest had completely sunken in. When he stood up with the help of the ground, fragments of internal organs mixed with black blood spit out of his mouth and fell to the ground with fragments of bone armor. He looked at Professor Burns with disbelief, and a blood mark slid down from his forehead, dripping down the tall nose covered with blackheads to the ground:

"Are you really a human?"

He waved his hand again, and the skull sword flew towards him again. Jenkins also pounced out like before, and the man and the sword met again in the air. As expected, Jenkins was still unable to resist the soul storm composed of millions of souls.

But Wilkawan summoned the sword not to let it fly into his hand. With Jenkins's failed leap, the skeleton sword flew straight to the slender wooden box on the ground, and the sharp blade penetrated the box, and the blade was inserted into the blade of the long sword in the box. The Class B [Supernormal] that the young writer borrowed money to buy turned into rusty scrap metal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The skeleton sword trembled in the cold wind, as if celebrating its strength again.

"So it's for this!"

Jenkins suddenly realized, "The principle of devouring the same kind! He wants to strengthen the sword!"

He didn't dare to use [Knowledge Granting] on Wilkawan, it was hard to say what would happen. So he jumped forward and pointed his finger at his head. Two slender vines stretched out in the void.

Bang~

Like a heavy knight, Wilkawan, covered with white bone armor, punched the professor again, and then as expected, his right arm was broken, and half of his body was smashed into the wall beside him.

He barely got up, looked up and saw the two vines, his eyes widened as if he saw something incredible. At the same time, the sword flew over without anyone controlling it, and collided head-on with the vines.

The snake-like plants were not cut off, but instead became more interested in their prey. They hesitated in the air for less than a second, and then more dense green vines stretched out from the air like tentacles, and even the space became unstable.

"What is that!"

The professor was so scared that he quickly retreated. Jenkins was too far away just now, and he didn't notice that this was Jenkins' ability.

Those green plants had no interest in the sturdy old man, and they all rushed towards Wilkawon and his sword. The black light broke through the clouds in the next moment, covering the sword and the sword master, and completely avoided the attack of those tentacle-like plants in the moment before the space moved.

The black light was fleeting, and the vines had no target to attack, and slowly withdrew from the material world. Jenkins and the professor looked at each other, feeling that everything just now was like a dream.

"Two conclusions, that sword is indeed invincible, and that person is really weak."

(Chocolate is running...)

"So, your body is now lying in the Sage Church?"

Alexia played with a jade ring and stood in front of the French window on the second floor of the banquet hall. Outside was the vast night, and inside was a brightly lit dance. Her lightly made-up face was reflected on the glass of the window, and the whole person was somewhat real, but also somewhat illusory.

"Yes, I didn't leave after returning to the church with Professor Burns."

Jenkins stood next to him in a black dress, of course, in disguise. He pretended to hold a goblet, but Alexia knew it was grape juice without guessing.

"It's terrible, finding objects that can be absorbed by itself so accurately. That sword is really terrible."

The woman exclaimed.

"So the only way to win is to kill Wilkawan when the man and the sword are separated."

"But it doesn't sound easy..."

This is a large manor on the outskirts of Loen City. Miss Stuart is going to attend a dance party that she can't refuse tonight. Jenkins also came here with nothing to do, just to relax here, but only Alexia can accompany him. The Third Princess is now entangled in annoying social activities.

"How is your relationship with Miss Stuart recently? I think the access to the tower should not be a problem."

"Yes, I mentioned it, and Dolores said she could apply for half a day's access for me."

Alexia turned around, snatched the glass from Jenkins' hand, took a sip, and then frowned and returned the glass to him:

"Oh, Jenkins, this is not juice."

"Yes, the waiter over there told me that it is winter now, and fresh fruit will not be available until an hour later. This is wine and water, but it tastes good."

"I think [water and wine] is more appropriate."

It is impossible to eat normally in the projection state. Although you can eat, the taste is only one-third of the normal level. Whether it is wine and water or water and wine, Jenkins tastes the same as plain water, so he is so brave to try.

Jenkins didn't know anyone in the banquet hall, and the only one who could talk to him was Alexia. After so much effort, his Hampawo language practice is also very proficient, and Miss Stuart thinks Jenkins is very talented in language.

"The prince we captured last time during the winter hunt, how is he doing now?"