The Master of the Strange Realm

Because of the elven secrets and Miss Stuart's box some time ago, Jenkins is now used to reading these secret letters from top to bottom and left to right many times.

But this letter has no extra meaning, all the meaning is expressed here.

"First of all, it is now certain that this matter must be planned by the God of Music."

Jenkins murmured to himself, staring at the letter as if trying to see a flower in the blank space.

"Secondly, the music box is a gift that I need to give to the believers of the God of Music."

Before opening the coffin, Jenkins did not see the aura of the gift at all, nor did he feel the call of the gift to him. The coffin clearly had extraordinary power, but Jenkins would not take it away.

Regardless of whether this was auspicious or not, as long as he thought about an equally powerful god attaching power to it, Jenkins did not dare to have any wrong thoughts.

"He wants me to save the world...Is it Mr. Pisco's situation again? This dagger..."

This is also a type C [gift], and the aura is more intense than a music box.

"In the end, divinity is the reward...but I have already taken the reward. What should I do if I cannot fulfill my instructions..."

Jenkins did not conclude a contract with [Wonderful Movement], so theoretically speaking, it would not matter even if he did not complete the things mentioned in the letter.

But things will not be that simple. He is still a mortal and will live in the material world for a long time. Besides, he had really taken away the precious reward.

"Okay, I agree."

He said to the air, and then reached into the coffin again, trying to fish out the music box and the dagger toy.

The palm of his right hand touched the music box and absorbed it into his soul. The moment his other hand touched the wooden dagger, a stream of warm air flowed down his arm toward his heart.

The world seemed to have stopped at that moment, and everything in sight fell into nothingness. In that extreme and terrifying darkness, a small tree swayed in front of Jenkins' eyes.

It strives to emit light in the lightless nothingness, weak but extremely firm. Jenkins felt that he could no longer think, and stretched his right hand forward uncontrollably, just in time to touch the first branch of the small tree.

Boom~

The void breaks like glass, revealing the hidden reality. Jenkins was still standing in the cemetery, but the toy wooden dagger had been taken out at some point.

"what happened?"

No one could answer him.

There is no abnormality in the body. On the contrary, compared to a few seconds ago, the body and mind are extremely healthy and active at this moment. He lowered his head and looked at the toy dagger in his hand, frowning for a while before taking it back into his spirit.

After summoning the ability light spot, the green one in the center has quietly changed:

【Origin of Life (Green Life)】

The sapling of the soul emblem has also grown a bit, just like the time when [Contact Healing] evolved into [Healing Breath].

He was silent for a long time, because he lacked too much effective information and did not understand what exactly happened.

Soon after, the old tombkeeper also woke up. He has not lost any memory, but there are subtle deviations in his memory of certain key points.

It seems that after Jenkins arrived here, he simply opened the coffin, and the body inside was lying there as it was.

"The rot is a bit serious, but Mr. Williamt, you are really brave. Have you ever engaged in this kind of work before?"

The old man said to the empty coffin, and then prayed again before asking Jenkins to nail the coffin and bury it back.

Looking at the empty coffin with the lid open, Jenkins suddenly felt a chill.

After restoring Miss Jones's grave to its original state, the two turned and left. Jenkins didn't want to stay here for a moment, but before he could take away the jewelry box, he had to sign the tombkeeper's list of belongings.

Taking the old man's old pen, Jenkins opened the booklet directly, but he turned a little to the back and had to turn two pages forward.

His eyes saw the contents of the page that was turned by mistake, and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

The tombkeeper asked with concern, thinking that there was something wrong with his records.

"Well...were you not here for a while last year? I found that the handwriting on these two pages was different from elsewhere."

"Yes, I fell seriously ill last fall. The church happened to be unable to find anyone to replace me at that time, so I found a young man I trusted to help."

This was consistent with what Jenkins knew. Before Jenkins arrived last fall, the Huntress' intelligence showed that ordinary people were guarding the cemetery during that time. That's why he boldly sneaked in at night and obtained that drop of divinity.

"A trustworthy young man...what's his name?"

"Scrue Pompeii, before I came to work here, we were neighbors for ten years. Later he went to school out of town, but he would come back occasionally. He came back once last fall, and he came to visit me. Let him help guard it for a week."

"Skru Pompey..."

This handwriting is the same as the handwriting of the handwritten document that Jenkins found in the ruins of the collapsed apartment. Although he is not an expert in handwriting identification, such ugly letters are still easy to recognize.

"Does he have a fixed residence in the Shire?"

"No, Skru usually stays at a friend's house or rents a short-term apartment by himself. Three years ago, he had an unpleasant incident because of this. It seems that the landlord stole his things and hid them..."

Chapter 869 Chapter 852 Incident Explosion

"Is this considered a passing by?"

In just a few seconds, countless clues flew through Jenkins' mind. The prisoner who was originally thought to have nothing to do with him actually had a connection from so long ago. The source of power of the prisoner during the winter trip was actually the temporary guard of the autumn cemetery.

"Okay, then let's take a look, who is this so-called Skru Pompeii!"

"Any questions?"

Seeing Jenkins stunned, the gravekeeper asked in surprise.

"This handwriting looks familiar. I think I know the person you know... Do you know where Pompeii is now? I heard that he left Shire some time ago, but he never visited me."

"Oh, yes, I also heard that he went to Nolan, it seems that he went to receive a batch of goods. Last time I talked to his father, he did mention this matter."

Even though it was almost evening, Jenkins did not stop after leaving the cemetery. He sorted out what he knew a little bit, omitted sensitive information such as having been here last fall, and reported the follow-up of those biological experimental materials directly to the local church.

Afterwards, the Orthodox Church in Shire City came out in full force to surround the small building of Skru Pompeii's parents, but after entering, they found that all the creatures living there, including Pompeii's parents, cousin, two servants and a pet dog, were all zombies.

This shows that Pompeii's research focus is not biological mutation and atavism, but the undead.

A large number of human skeletons were found in the basement of the house, and two "ingredients" who were locked up and had gone crazy were also found. Later, the underground test site that connected the entire street was discovered deeper underground. A large amount of necromancy experimental data, as well as dozens of high-level undead responsible for guarding the test site, fought fiercely with the church's gifters.

Half an hour later, the entire street was blocked. Because most of the residents on this street seemed to be in a similar situation to Pompeii's family, all turned into zombies.

In the bedroom of Pompeii's parents' house, a notebook with serious scribbles was found. The content in it explained the pseudonym that Skru Pompeii often used - Willkawon.

"Huh?"

When Jenkins heard the news, he thought the middle-aged man in front of him was joking.

"The research data found by the doctor of Blizzard Mountain Villa originally belonged to the owner of the Skeleton Sword?"

According to the current discovery, the real name of the owner of the Skeleton Sword [Provence Lucar] or [Willkawon] should be Skru Pompeii.

This young man got the terrible sword in the autumn two years ago. When he returned to Shire one time, he rented an apartment in the city. The landlord stole his things, took away the valuables, and hid the package in the wall - the landlord probably didn't even look through those worthless books.

Two years ago in the autumn, those hidden things were obtained by Dr. Bray Deckert who came to visit a friend in Shire, and the doctor began his extraordinary journey. He hid in the mountains to conduct illegal research on blood and the dead, until he met Jenkins this winter.

On the other hand, last autumn, Skru Pompeii returned to Shire as usual. While guarding the cemetery for his old friend, he passed by Jenkins who "visited" the cemetery late at night.

"Is this really... fate? The information of the doctor in the villa is actually related to the skeleton sword? The skeleton sword and I actually have an encounter less than 100 feet apart?"

The cause of the Shire accident was the awakening of Nolan's ancient bloodline, and the gradual investigation linked this incident to the information of the doctor in the villa, and further investigation linked the doctor in the villa with the skeleton sword.

In other words, the blood awakening incident in Nolan was most likely caused by the holder of the Skeleton Sword, the 33-year-old [Skru Pompeii].

With this connection, everything makes sense.

"The old gravekeeper said that Pompeii went to Nolan to receive the goods. Could that batch of goods be the things he traded with Duke Antak?"

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Obviously, all the clues were with Jenkins, but he didn't understand the truth until now.

Old Jack heard about this from Jenkins in the evening. He was stirring the solution at the time. When Jenkins finished speaking, the liquid in the bottle had been stirred to the point of being completely scrapped.

The old man's beard was wet, and he didn't care about being soaked by the splashing liquid.

"I just asked you to take a walk outside, and you actually... A-12-1-0044, [Skull Sword of the Dead]... Now I understand what Oliver means."

He widened his eyes and realized for the first time how terrible Jenkins' ability to cause trouble was.

Starting tonight, Shire City has officially started a curfew, and the local Sage Church has notified other churches of the matter. In order to prevent the corpses and undead on that street from causing a plague, the city hall declared that most of the city had entered a temporary state of war.

Jenkins was not sure what it meant to be in a temporary state of war. After all, the original owner had never experienced this at all. According to Old Jack, it was nothing more than store closures, school holidays, travel restrictions during the day, and strict curfews at night.

This is the first time Shire City has faced such a situation since the end of the mainland's total war. No one was prepared. Even if the local parish had heard about the horrific events that Nolan faced thousands of miles away, they could not imagine that the root of everything was actually in the Shire.

Even though the Skull Sword and its wielder are now clearly not local, the Diocese still faces unprecedented challenges. Jenkins feels very guilty about this. If he had not come here, the city would not be facing such troubles.

"But even if I don't come to the Shire and don't observe what's going on here, it's an unchangeable fact that Scrooge Pompeii's base camp is local."

Understanding this made Jenkins feel much better. He was lying on the bed in the guest room on the second floor of Old Jack's Store, squinting at the flickering lights outside the window, knowing in his heart that for many people, tonight would probably be a sleepless night.

The Diocese of Shire probably finally remembered the reminder in the warning letter sent by Miss Bevanna of Nolan before Jenkins came here. They did not let Jenkins interfere with the next thing at all, but politely asked him to go back to rest. Once something happened, In any other case, he will be notified immediately. Jenkins also enjoyed his leisure time. Even though he couldn't go out due to the curfew at night, he still had things to do.

PS: The late release is not because the setting time is wrong, but because of book guest maintenance.

Chapter 870 Chapter 853 Yehemeng

It's Sunday night, and a week ago today, both Jenkins and Hathaway experienced something that would make both of them blush.

After that, Hathaway never saw Jenkins again and didn't know he was on a business trip until she received a letter from Mr. Writer early Thursday morning.

Although Jenkins' original intention of going to the Shire was to discover the remains of the saint, Hathaway believed that he was escaping.

At night, the young girl sat melancholy in front of her bedroom window, looking at the moonlit winter sky. She stayed at home tonight, had nothing to do after dinner, and thought about the man with the cat again.

She wondered what he was doing now, and then thought that Brittany had probably fallen asleep by now.

"I'm also a very playful person."

She told herself softly, but only the thick fog and the two full moons outside the window could hear her words.

After reading for a while, I fell asleep. I was thinking about getting up tomorrow morning and writing a letter to Jenkins who was far away, but I didn’t know what to say in the letter.

She gradually fell asleep amidst entanglement and distress, probably because she was still thinking about Jenkins before going to bed. After falling asleep, she actually saw the young man's face again.

It was still the same bedroom as last week, only this time there was no blonde girl in the bed or next door. Hathaway wore her own nightgown, while Jenkins looked slightly different than last week, but still in that familiar old-school style.

Hathaway was vaguely aware that she was dreaming, but she did not resist the dream. She stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around Jenkins' neck, but he refused.

"Hathaway! Hathaway! Wake up! I'm Jenkins!"

said the man in the dream.

"I know you're Jenkins."

With that said, she wanted to kiss him passionately again, but was still rejected by Jenkins.

"I mean, although this is a dream, I am real! Remember, I should be in Shire City now, and I am entrusting you with a dream!"

"In a dream?"

The red-haired girl, who had not fully understood yet, murmured, and tears suddenly flowed out for some reason:

"You give me another dream? Oh, Jenkins, you're dead..."

"No no no!"

Jenkins immediately waved his hand, frightened by Hathaway's guess.

"I'm not dead, this is ability. I'm using my ability to communicate with you through dreams. Do you remember when I went to catch the Dream Demon during the winter travel? My body is now lying in Shire City. On the bed, there are chocolates on the pillow!”

Somehow, at this point, Jenkins actually heard a cat meowing in his ears, and judging from the sound, it was Chocolate's familiar cat meow. He immediately searched this simple-structured dream with his consciousness, but found no cat.

"Audio hallucination?"

He doesn't understand.

In fact, Jenkins' body is now in the alley next to Earl Hesha's mansion, and his [Dream Soul Detachment] can only be used at close range. But in order not to cause misunderstanding, he lied that he was still in Shire.

"Dream?"

Hathaway finally understood the current situation and completely woke up from the confusion of the dream. Seeing the surrounding environment and the clothes he was wearing, his cheeks turned red, but he still suppressed his shyness and continued the conversation.

"What do you want from me? Are you in trouble?"

"A small nuisance."

Jenkins nodded, but did not intend to tell anyone about his attempt to excavate the remains of the Saint of [Wonderful Movement], which would lead to serious consequences.