The Master of the Strange Realm

On the way here, he made up a very clever little story. In the story, an apprentice in an antique shop who was on a business trip to Shire City accidentally strayed into a strange place.

While escaping by wisdom and force, the lucky Jenkins found a gift, and that gift was directly pointed to the great [God of Music].

The mortal Jenkins did not dare to neglect it, so he wanted to return this [gift] to the believer of the god.

"That's it!"

As he said, Jenkins opened his palm and summoned the music box directly in the dream. The contact in the dream depends on the soul, and the [gift] of type C is directly stored in the soul, so it can be taken out so easily.

"Does it recognize you?"

Hathaway asked quietly. She didn't care about any [gift] now, even if it was indeed precious. The scene and characters in front of her reminded her of the night a week ago again...

"No, I'm not the owner of the gift, I'm just a porter of the gift."

As he said, he held the music box and handed it to Hathaway. The girl sensed it for a while and successfully took it into her soul.

"Very good."

Jenkins was very satisfied with the result. Since the God of Music only asked to give the music box to his believers, it would be the same to anyone. Now he has perfectly completed this request. As long as he saves the world, he can completely understand the matter of that drop of divinity.

"Well, save the world? What does He mean? The Skeleton Sword?"

Jenkins fell into deep thought and turned to leave, but Hathaway grabbed his arm.

"Are you leaving?"

The girl looked into his eyes as if she was looking at a fool.

"Yes, I have done my business... Oh, you must be careful in Nolan recently. You have also heard about A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Dead], right?"

The writer was still dull.

"I heard about it."

"Stay away from the cemetery recently, and don't forget to remind Britney to be careful of the plague... Although I can also treat the plague, we don't want to show our strength in front of Britney."

He never tired of reminding the two girls about the skull sword, and even suggested that they stay away from Nolan recently and come back after the matter is over.

While Jenkins was talking, Hathaway had been listening silently. When the man finished speaking and wanted to leave, he suddenly found that the dream was blocked by the owner of the dream. Although he could leave by brute force, it would hurt the real owner of the dream.

This blockade was very clever, and Jenkins couldn't find a way to leave easily for a while.

"Remember the dream demon we caught, Jenkins? I learned a lot from it, are you surprised?"

Hathaway raised his right hand and gently stroked the side of his cheek. The moonlight outside the window is now showing a brightness that cannot exist in the real world. The dark bedroom is gradually changing, and the big bed on one side of the room moves to the side of the two in an instant.

She didn't speak, but her clothes had turned into shining spots of light, flying in the air. These spots of light gradually evenly distributed to every corner of the room, adding a little romantic atmosphere to the bedroom.

Facing the tempting moonlight, there are even more tempting things.

"Although you all refuse to tell me what happened on the last night on the train, I can guess."

She looked at Jenkins naked, and Jenkins swallowed and subconsciously took a step back.

"Even in a dream, don't you have the courage?"

The woman tilted her head and said.

"No, I can't..."

Jenkins is not a saint, and it is impossible for him to always resist the temptation of those bad women.

"But, this is just a dream~"

The woman stepped forward and hugged Jenkins, who trembled as if he had an attack, but did not resist.

The moonlight in the dream is still so beautiful, quietly reflecting this more beautiful night and those beautiful people.

PS: Now the question is, through soul ** in the dream, does Jenkins count as taking the ladder to adulthood?

Chapter 871 Chapter 854 One Week

The time in dreams is always different from real time. Jenkins himself is not sure how long he stayed in that pink dream, but it should be quite long.

It was really an amazing dream, very amazing. Jenkins has indeed grown a lot. Both of them have the ability to control dreams to a certain extent, so they can do some extraordinary things.

When saying goodbye to the red-haired girl, they hugged each other reluctantly for a long time, and then Hathaway was willing to let Jenkins go.

Jenkins wanted to clarify the relationship between the two. The matter was very complicated because it was related to a third person. But this time Hathaway did not give Jenkins a chance. She covered Jenkins' mouth and signaled him to talk about it when they met.

"For things like this, I want to talk about it in person."

Jenkins really didn't understand what the women were thinking. But since he had taken advantage, it was naturally difficult to say anything.

When he returned to the alley next to Count Hesha's mansion, the cat was still lying on Jenkins' knees very attentively. The moonlight poured down from the sky, illuminating half of Jenkins' body. The other half of his body was hidden by the shadow of the low wall, and Chocolate was of course also in that half of the shadow.

The cat moved his fingers slightly and then opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. He moaned softly. He had been in this position for too long and his body was a little stiff.

Seeing the man come back, the cat meowed softly, but then he raised his nose to sniff around in confusion, as if he had smelled a strange smell.

Jenkins immediately felt guilty, but then he remembered that everything just now was done after the soul left the body, and the body could not react or produce any smell. So he patted the cat's head, stood up from the wall, and observed the light spots representing Hathaway through the wall and the building.

He couldn't explain why he didn't leave forcefully just now. Because of love? Because of what happened last week? Because of the instinctive desire of young people... He didn't know, but he knew that the red-haired girl not far away had really entered his life.

Although it was just a dream, Jenkins, who was conservative in both lives, still believed that he was responsible for this matter. Communicating in the state of soul is a very indescribable feeling. A stranger from another world is certainly not a pure white paper that knows nothing, but the experience of the night is still a bit exciting for him.

"Meow~"

Chocolate is still persistently looking for the source of the strange smell. It looks at Jenkins with an inquiring look, trying to find the answer on his face. The man just now used the soul state to act, so the cat cannot observe what he did through the long river of time. It may take some effort to find the answer, but Chocolate, who is equally powerful in inspiration, has already faintly felt that some changes have taken place in Jenkins.

"Meow~"

The cat feels that it is increasingly difficult to understand Jenkins, which makes Chocolate a little lonely.

This loneliness lasted until the next morning. Jenkins, who got up very early, looked particularly energetic, which made Old Jack wonder if he accidentally added the wrong herbs when he had supper in the evening.

Perhaps because such stimulation was a bit extraordinary for Jenkins, Mr. Writer's life in the Shire was actually very peaceful in the following week.

In his rare free time, he invested his time in preparing potions and reading. When he went to see Miss Stuart and Alexia on Tuesday, the girls were busy and couldn't meet Jenkins, which made him think that he could finally live a happy and stress-free life.

That was really a perfect week. Jenkins had never had such a leisurely time since he came to this world. After being away from Nolan, the days suddenly became interesting and pleasant. It seems that the rumor that Nolan City is the stage of destiny at the end of this era is completely correct.

He occasionally projected Nolan to check the situation, but the commonly used maps such as the cemetery, Dad's Antique Shop, the church and Evergreen Forest were not open to him in this state, so the number of visits to Nolan gradually decreased.

Even Hathaway was resisting his dream, which made returning to Nolan to visit completely meaningless.

After the happy seven days, it was the last week of this month. Jenkins on Monday continued the state of last week, and there was nothing important. When I went to the church in the morning, I asked about Skru Pompeii. Because of the discovery a week ago, the city of Charles has now begun to implement a full curfew because of him. After the Orthodox Church has laboriously blocked and killed all the living and dead people on that street, it is considering how to achieve thorough disinfection.

In Pompeii's parents' house, the church seized a large amount of illegal human experiment data. These data can effectively help the church understand what terrible means its opponents have.

The night before yesterday, close to dawn, the church found a very hidden iron door behind the box in the underground warehouse of a spice store on that street. Then they found an underground database covering half of the street.

The criminal's personal belongings, test equipment and a large number of rare materials are stored here. Jenkins even heard the news over the weekend that at least three items have been identified as numbered items.

According to Jenkins' understanding, this is the base camp of the terrible sword bearer. He went to a strange city, of course, it was impossible for him to carry all his things, which was very different from Jenkins' habit. So, he has nothing now, and the church has obtained all his property.

"He must hate the Orthodox Church in Charles now."

Jenkins complained in a low voice when he left the church. But Chocolate thought that the man with the sword should hate Jenkins more.

He had made a great contribution in the Shire. The temporary administrator of the Shire Parish who was responsible for handling this matter laughed and patted Jenkins on the shoulder. He was a middle-aged man who was slightly younger than Captain Binsey. He told Jenkins that the Shire Parish had not encountered such a thing for many years.

Because the street still needed a more detailed investigation, it was not yet clear how big the "big gold mine" Jenkins encountered was. But just based on what was discovered so far, it was enough for the church to reward Jenkins with a medal that weighed more than Chocolate's weight, although he didn't need it.

Rejecting the invitation to have lunch at the church, Jenkins got in a carriage and went directly to the suburbs with his cat. A week diluted a lot of things, and after fading from the sight of the church, Jenkins could finally test the harvest in the cemetery.

PS: Let me explain what happened in the last chapter. As you all know, there has been a severe crackdown recently. Although Shuke is not implicated, Qi Moudian and Jin Moujiang have suffered heavy losses. This kind of chapter is very dangerous, so it is better to keep it simple. Please forgive me.

In addition: This is a transition chapter. There will be another chapter at noon. I hope everyone will vote more. The recent cliff-like drop in subscriptions really scared me.

Chapter 872 Chapter 855 Tree Growth

Last week, Jenkins and the cat went to the cemetery in the suburbs many times. He noticed that there was a large unattended forest during the journey.

There might be some kind of fruit trees planted there. Because of the arrival of winter, the trees have no greenery. Jenkins got off the car with the cat nearby, and then walked deep into it for dozens of minutes until he was sure that no one could notice them.

This outing was to test the function of the newly evolved ability [Origin of Life]. The appearance of this ability was extremely strange. At that time in the cemetery, Jenkins did not test it immediately because he was worried that the old gravekeeper would wake up at any time. Today, I specially chose the time and place to figure out what happened to me.

[Contact Therapy] and [Unknown Road Ahead] are Jenkins's original abilities, and both have helped him a lot. He has always suspected that fate comes from the specialness of strangers, while life comes from the bodies of natives. This idea was confirmed many times later, because Jenkins' soul itself is closely related to fate. He even took the initiative to comprehend the power of fate, but never showed any connection with life.

A long time ago, when he learned that there were elves in this world, he suspected that the ancestors of the Williamite family were elves, and he investigated many ways for this, but there was always no result. But as he gradually became stronger, he also noticed the unusualness of this body. Not to mention that he had never been sick since he had the identity of Williamite, even the original owner's memory rarely had the impression of being sick.

You know, in such an era, this situation is almost unimaginable. The extremely poor medical service system, coupled with the severely polluted air, chronic diseases and sudden diseases are unavoidable for everyone.

"So are Robert and the others hiding something from me?"

Jenkins was still muttering to himself as he pushed aside the branches. The cat on the shoulder was a little surprised. It thought Jenkins was really a big fool.

The afternoon sun shone down from the sky, and the shadow of the dead branches fell on the ground, forming colorful traces. The black boots collapsed on the dead leaves and mud that had rotted and fermented under the snow after a winter, making the owner of the boots feel like vomiting.

In the middle of the orchard, there was a small open space, which might be used by the owner of the forest to store wood in autumn. The sun was just right there, so Jenkins stopped.

He bent down to pick up a dead branch stuck in the mud, waved it left and right like a sword, and then thrust it into the ground.

He stepped back while slapping the mud on his hands, and then watched the dead branch quickly recover its vitality. In three breaths, it grew into a small tree full of branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the winter sunset, the green small tree stood alone in the middle of the open space in the dead forest, which was really a bit weird. It shivered in the cold wind. Although it was not adapted to growing in this season, its supernatural power gave it stronger endurance.

Giving life to plants was something Jenkins could do before. But in the [Healing Breath] stage, the plants he could revive with ease were limited to a bunch of flowers or a patch of grass. It was not impossible to grow a fruit tree like this, but it was more troublesome.

Jenkins and his cat looked at the few greens in winter, and then he walked close to the small tree and pressed his palm on it. Close your eyes and focus your feelings on your palm against the trunk. The rough texture of the trunk and the slightly cold touch are completely imprinted in your heart.

But this is not what Jenkins wants. He puts his consciousness deeper into the small tree in front of him, and gradually feels a warm air flow flowing in the trunk. It has no source, like blood circulation, flowing through the trunk, branches and leaves, and even the roots buried deep in the soil, and gradually becomes stronger as it absorbs sunlight, nutrients and water from the outside world.

Jenkins was now in a state of closing his eyes, but he felt that the color of the airflow was green. He slowly and steadily injected his spirit into it, then opened his eyes, and looked up with his cat to watch the tree gradually grow taller, and very small flowers bloomed on the top of the twigs, and then small green fruits appeared there, and gradually became full. After listening to the pocket watch counted 156 seconds, the fruit became bigger and bigger, and fell from the branches with the winter evening breeze, and was caught by the man under the tree [Note].

The heavy green apple was held in Jenkins' hand, and he had a smile on his face. This is a stronger ability of the origin of life than the healing breath. For plants, it is to accelerate flowering and fruiting, and for animals, it is to slowly regenerate limbs.

Although the name of the ability no longer has the label of healing, Jenkins now has a stronger healing ability. He smiled happily and broke the apple into two halves, half for himself and half for chocolate.

Although it was ripened by the ability and not nurtured by nature, the apple was still very delicious. Jenkins thought that when he got old, he might be able to take the chocolate to the countryside and buy an orchard to live out his retirement. The old cat would definitely be very happy at that time.

"Chocolate, you must live until I grow old."

He whispered as he fed the cat with an apple. The cat looked at Jenkins in confusion, not quite understanding what he was saying.

The cat had lived for a long time, but had never heard that gods would grow old. Since Jenkins first absorbed divinity, unless he deliberately changed his image, he would always be the way he is now.

Chocolate was a little happy when he thought of this. Because those mortal women will eventually grow old, while cats and Mr. Writer are eternal.

Jenkins also noticed the cat's happy mood, which could be seen from its face. After meeting Hathaway in a dream a week ago, the cat had not been very happy, and Jenkins had been wondering for a long time what was wrong with it.

Suddenly remembering the beautiful night and the beautiful woman a week ago, he would naturally remember what happened in the dream. Jenkins still didn't understand what the woman was thinking, what she wanted to do, and how to deal with the relationship with the third person, but this did not prevent him from blushing immediately.

Swallowing his saliva, Jenkins didn't want his good memories to interfere with his current actions.

"Speaking of which, I should give Hathaway a gift next time we meet... I don't know if she prefers gems or diamonds. I heard that young girls nowadays also like gold and silver bracelets..."

PS: Apple trees can self-pollinate. I know this requires time and other conditions, but since you are reading a novel, don't be so serious. This is Jenkins' ability, which promotes the evolution of organisms themselves. It is an idealistic supernatural power.

Chapter 873 Chapter 856 Dagger and Bloodline

"Meow~"

Seeing Jenkins standing there daydreaming, Chocolate immediately reminded the man that he should do something serious now.

In addition to things related to experimental abilities, Jenkins also wants to try the newly acquired wooden toy dagger. It doesn't even have a blade, and it won't hurt the skin even if it slides hard on the palm.

The magic of this weapon is that it was left by the gods, and the gods told it that it can "save the world", and it directly promoted the evolution of Jenkins' soul origin ability.

Thinking of the origin of life, he naturally thought of life, and then thought of the dead, and then the skeleton sword. The God of Music is likely to entrust Jenkins to defeat the sword, but Jenkins doesn't understand why she has to entrust this matter.

"Because he is a good god, he regards maintaining world peace as his job, and even pays a drop of divinity for it?"

He guessed, and then forcefully inserted the dagger in his hand into the ground under his feet. It was just like the action just now, but nothing happened, and the wood did not grow.

"It's really not that simple. What material is this? Is it the world tree?"

He himself didn't believe this conclusion.

He muttered to himself, and used his own strength to deeply insert the wooden dagger into the nearby fruit tree without leaves, but there was still no reaction.

Hardening his heart, Jenkins cut open his palm with a small knife he carried with him, put part of the toy dagger into the fresh flesh and injected spirit, but there was still no effect.

"Do you want to find a dead soul to try the effect? ​​But Dad, you never taught me the ritual of reviving the dead."