The Master of the Strange Realm

He was so tired from the past few days that he didn't even realize that this was a dream.

"This is a circus, have you forgotten?"

Dad dressed up as a clown and jumped out of the grass nearby. He was actually wearing Miss Stuart's blue dress.

"circus?"

Jenkins, who was frightened by his father's skirt, woke up instantly and looked at the holy symbol illuminated by the moonlight on the side of the desk with wide eyes.

"Oh, God, I forgot about the circus. There are a large number of high-level gifters there!"

Although it is said that he thinks about things day by day and dreams at night, for Jenkins, who has a very strong soul, the dreams are most likely to be some kind of omen. He had been looking forward to how the black cat in his dream would appear in his life, and the dream just now was obviously a precognitive dream.

"Does this count as my introduction to divination?"

He thought with wide eyes.

"Meow~"

The chocolate next to the pillow makes a sleepy sound. It's bedtime, and the kitten needs to sleep.

Miss Audrey mentioned about precognitive dreams in the divination class, but in the past, Jenkins had never had such a clear dream.

"Could it be that Wilkawang is hiding in the circus now?"

Jenkins was already making plans for the day.

It was only two o'clock in the morning when he was woken up by his father in a dress in his dream, but after that Jenkins couldn't sleep again. I'm not recalling my father's funny appearance, I'm just thinking about various encounters with the circus.

There was clearly something unusual there, something Jenkins realized when Beldiran first met. It's just that all the things in the past left him too late to deal with the people in the circus, but now that there are signs, there must be something wrong with that place.

He couldn't wait to open his eyes and looked at the roof. When his pocket watch showed that it was six o'clock, he got up and changed into his pajamas and broke into the corridor.

Chocolate shrank up into the shape of a fur ball next to the pillow. It had no intention of following him. After all, there would be no danger.

The church at six o'clock was quiet, but it was not empty. Generally speaking, the morning prayer meeting is held at 6:30, and the clergy members participating in the prayer have already begun preparations.

The choir children were also up early, and Jenkins saw Feeney as he walked across the courtyard. She was squatting beside the nursery in the garden and didn't know what she was doing. Jenkins left in a hurry without saying hello to the girl. He was in a hurry now.

Come to the building where Miss Bevanna's office is located. Only then did he suddenly realize that he had no idea where Miss Bevanna’s home was. He stood beside the white jade stair pillars and hesitated for a while. When he looked up, he saw the secret keeper, Mr. Colin Shir, directing the apprentices and carrying a huge wooden box downstairs.

The surface of the wooden box was covered with the Holy Emblem of the Sage, and famous quotes from religious scriptures were written in dark blue ink on the empty spaces. Such a solemn seal made Jenkins suspect that it might contain something evil from the void. Cub. And the group of people looked extremely nervous, as if what they were carrying was a steam bomb that was about to explode.

"Hi Jenkins."

The secret keeper waved to say hello to Jenkins, but his eyes were still on the wooden box:

"You must be careful. It's okay to walk slower, but you must be careful!"

"Mr. Collins, do you know where Miss Bevanna is now?"

Jenkins asked.

"Today is Wednesday...she should be doing morning exercises behind the Gate of All Things. I heard that there will be her favorite red bean paste pie for breakfast today. You can see her at restaurant No. 9 at seven o'clock. Sorry, please give up. ”

"Oh, of course, thank you...what is this?"

He still asked curiously, and the secret keeper immediately answered. Although this thing is dangerous, it is not important to keep it secret from Jenkins:

"A few days ago, the church discovered a new room in the ancient ruins near the dragon. Unexpectedly, this thing is still there. People have not found it for many epochs. A-06-1-6269, [Good night, I children].”

"Oh, sage~"

Jenkins sighed softly, immediately took another step back, and then watched the group of people walk towards the corridor on the second floor.

The appearance of this strange object is a rusty rectangular iron box. Judging from the weight, it should be hollow. There are no lines on its surface, it is just engraved with "Good night, my child" in ancient human language. Its characteristic is that as long as it stays in a certain range for more than 24 hours, or suffers a major impact, all ordinary people within the 700 square miles (approximately 1812.99 square kilometers) centered on it will fall into deep sleep.

In other words, if A-06-1-6269 takes effect in the church at this moment, then the entire city, including part of the suburbs and the sea, will fall into sleep.

There is no way to resist this dangerous artifact. Once triggered, the sleeper will never be able to wake up unless it is moved again. But it was active in the 13th era, and after that the church lost its whereabouts. Dad also mentioned that someone once proposed to revoke its number, but he didn't expect that it was actually contained in an uninhabited underground ruins.

Chapter 858 Chapter 841 Ciel’s Call

A-06-1-6269 [Good night, my child], the most difficult thing to contain is that even space objects (such as the Gate of All Things) cannot isolate its characteristics. Therefore, this strange object cannot be stored in the space behind the Gate of All Things for a long time. It can only be moved on time every day before being transported to an extremely remote uninhabited sea for containment.

After saying goodbye to the secret keeper and his party, Jenkins finally remembered that he still had a cat. When we went out with the chocolates, one person and one cat happened to be hungry, so now is the time to go eat.

The secret keeper's information was accurate, and Miss Bevanna did indeed appear at the table. She saw Jenkins sitting down with a worried look on his face, so she put down the spoon in her hand and said:

"This matter is non-negotiable. Dad has already said that unless you plan to leave the city, we will not allow you to leave the church during this period. This is really too dangerous."

This was the aftermath of what happened yesterday afternoon. The church believed that letting Jenkins wander around the city was irresponsible to everyone, so it forcefully demanded that he stay here.

Jenkins believes that this is no different from house arrest. Although no one will stop him if he leaves, he does not want to disobey his father's orders.

"I know, but..."

"No, there is no discussion. I know you made an appointment with the bookseller to discuss things this morning. We have already sent him a letter. He will come here to visit you around nine o'clock."

"I know, but..."

"You won't be bored. In order to reward you for turning in B-04-3-7292 [Soul Box], the church has decided to open the fourth floor of the Secret Library to you in advance. You will have a very fulfilling life during this period. "

"I know, but..."

This time it was not Miss Bevanna who interrupted, but Jenkins taking the initiative to pause. He looked at the woman suspiciously, waiting for her to say a word, but the woman had already finished speaking.

"Okay, it's my turn to talk. Well, I had a weird dream last night."

As Jenkins discovered that the church believed most of his bullshit, he became increasingly adept at spinning lies.

Mixing some of the information he learned with the dream, and using "Miss Audrey's astronomy class" as the reason, a brand new "predictive dream" was concocted. Of course, the ending must be:

[I felt an unknown fear. There seemed to be a huge thing looking directly at me in the void. An unreasonable feeling of panic and emptiness came over me, and I felt like I was falling into an abyss...and then woke up with chocolate claws. 】

This is a very useful sentence. It can not only highlight the unusualness of the dream, but also tell others how scary the dream is. It has no disadvantages except that it will offend Chocolate.

"Circus...I know."

Miss Bevanna nodded with a serious expression: "This does sound like a precognitive dream. Based on your description, the problem may be serious..."

She didn't take a few bites before getting up and leaving, but before leaving, she still warned Jenkins not to leave the church without permission.

Touched the chocolate, lowered his head and continued eating. A few minutes later, I heard someone sitting down next to me. When I turned around, it turned out to be my father.

"Don't leave the church, I know that."

While nodding, he repeated what Miss Audrey had just said, and at the same time used a spoon to remove the meat slices from the bowl.

"No, I'm not here to talk about this... What are you laughing at?"

When Jenkins saw his father's face, he inexplicably thought of last night's dream and the way his father looked in a skirt. But you must not let dad know about this, otherwise dad will tell you "you turned into a mouse" every day.

"Is there anything wrong with what I'm wearing today?"

Dad looked down at his clothes suspiciously.

"No, no, I just remembered the way Chocolate yawned in the bathroom this morning. It was so cute... Just keep talking."

"All right."

Dad nodded, he was still wondering why Jenkins laughed just now:

"I remember that you have been paying attention to the woman who awakened the ancient bloodline. Now there is new progress in the investigation. The potion that prompted her to awaken the bloodline is the same as the information you found during your travels. Those information are not the villa. It was written by a doctor who got it while he was in the Shire."

"In other words, the dangerous person who left those information in Shire has really come to Nolan City?"

"Yes."

Dad nodded, his eyes lowered, watching Jenkins' spoon being stopped in the air by him. Chocolate has tiptoed over, and the cat has finished its meal.

"So we need someone to go to the Shire and hand over the investigation report to the local church. This matter will be left to you. We will leave tomorrow. I have already bought the ticket. In the evening or tomorrow morning, someone will put the information and the ticket together. here you are."

"Um?"

"Aren't you also planning to visit Old Jack soon?"

"Yes, but, isn't this a little too anxious?"

Jenkins did plan to visit Shire's cemetery for another look, but didn't want to be in such a hurry.

"Are you anxious? This is normal. You have nothing serious to do if you stay in Nolan."

Dad shook his head, and Jenkins felt the spoon in his hand trembling regularly. When he lowered his head, the chocolate was already licking the liquid in the spoon.

When Mr. Bro appeared in the church, the "surprise cake" that Jenkinsto bought for Chocolate had just been delivered. He hid the cake without telling the cat, intending to take it out after the bookseller left.

"I have always liked the decorative style of the Sage Church. Look, this is made of holy silver, right? It's really beautiful."

The fat businessman's face was flushed. He wore a brown business suit today, which is a professional dress, representing the identity of a businessman. It can be seen that the stitches on the cuffs are very dense, so this piece of clothing is likely to be made by a [steam sewing machine].

This is a new product that was invented only last year. As long as the special copper-colored metal clip is used to align the part of the clothing to be sewn with the fine needle, and then the knob of the steam engine is turned on, the machine will start working automatically.

But there is no market for this kind of thing now. Due to its high failure rate and product defect rate, the cost of producing clothing is much higher than hiring skilled and cheap female workers.

But for foreign visitors, the "transformation of the steam engine" almost means the beginning of an era. Jenkins was really surprised by this invention. He looked forward to the progress of this era and longed to see more familiar and unfamiliar products.

Chapter 859 Chapter 842 Getting Rich

Mr. Bro's visit was to check the sales of "Frozen" in the first month. Although Jenkins knew it was impossible to fail, he was still shocked by the profit share.

He originally thought that he could live a rich and leisurely life by investing in the mining business, but now he knows that he is actually richer than he thought.

Including the profit of the first book, the sales share of the first month, after deducting taxes, totaled 3093 pounds. Mr. Bro certainly would not give Jenkins the change, so he rounded it up before taking it out. Although Jenkins recently spent 8000 pounds to buy a piece of wood, in fact, the purchasing power of the gold pound is very strong.

These 3100 pounds are a huge sum for anyone, especially since they are all cash, not in the form of fixed assets.

The fact that his book can sell so well, in addition to its own quality and the reputation accumulated by "The Stranger's Story", the "Fabry Scam" also played a huge role.

The benefit Jenkins gained from this matter was not only the promotion notice from Beldiran this morning, but more importantly, he really became a "celebrity" of this era.

"People are eager to know you, Mr. William, and your book is really great. From Nolan on the west coast of the Great East to the islands in the Far East, from children who have just learned the alphabet to old gentlemen with dazzled eyes, from young girls to noble ladies in the deep palace, no one has not heard of your name..."

Regardless of whether it was true emotion, the bookseller praised the book from inside to outside, which made Mr. Writer feel a little proud. Of course, he knew that this was part of hypocritical social interaction, but this feeling was really great.

At the same time, Mr. Bro was also hinting that Jenkins should start the third book as soon as possible, but Jenkins had no plan for this yet:

"I plan to take a break for a while."

He said so, and then made a tired look, but he didn't stop touching the cat:

"Look, I finished two books in half a year, and the most diligent novelist now can't have such a speed."

"But for your readers, these six months seem to have passed like a whole year."

Mr. Bro was still persuading.

"No, no, I'm really tired."

Jenkins still refused, but in view of the bookseller's large sum of gold pounds, he left some leeway:

"You see, I have used up all my inspiration."

"But I heard that you wrote a new script for the Silver Jasmine Opera before the end of the year. The next book can be a detective story, and readers will like it. For example, the adventures of a middle-aged detective and a young assistant, or serious gentlemen fighting evil together in the city of sin, or a crazy detective and a roommate living together... This is all good."

From the current situation, as long as Jenkins is still the "youngest Wright Award winner", people will read whatever he writes. Mr. Bro doesn't really care what Jenkins writes. Even if Jenkins memorizes the religious classics in the library, he will help print it. What he cares about is the cooperative relationship with Jenkins, which is the key point.

"But I'm tired of writing detective stories."

"How about a guide to raising cats? I know there are many young girls among your readers who will like cats."

Chocolate raised his head sharply, not knowing whether he understood "a guide to raising cats" or "many girls".

"No, no, no, I don't really know how to raise cats."

If Jenkins raises pets the way he raises Chocolate, then the pet merchants will definitely make a fortune.

"How about court novels? Or knight novels are also very good."

"No, I think "The Detective Knight Biography" is already very good, and I don't have the confidence to write better than that."

Jenkins touched his nose. He did want to start "writing" the third book, but he had no inspiration now. It is too difficult to be close to the living habits of this era and to suit the tastes of the general public.

"Maybe you can consider changing direction. Since you have won the Wright Award, why not write some serious literature? Academic professors pay attention to such creations."

"Serious literature?"

Jenkins only thought for three seconds and knew he didn't have that ability. He patted the chocolate to make it quieter and stop sniffing, then asked:

"I'd better consider the detective novel. The story written for the opera company is indeed interesting... What do you think of the name Sherlock Holmes?"