The Master of the Strange Realm

This matter was full of absurdity and the malice of life was once again revealed in front of Jenkins.

Chapter 893 Chapter 876 Duke of Antak

It was also an option to spend money to find someone to take home, but Jenkins refused this undignified approach. He must get through this difficult time perfectly in front of Robert and Mary, so he must choose a lady of the same age who has a good relationship and is suitable for invitation to the banquet.

"This is really difficult."

Returning to Nolan from the inn, he took his cat into the alley. His eyes moved down a little bit, and he glanced at the kitten walking in front, and Jenkins had a bold idea.

He thought about it and did it. He immediately called the cat not to go forward, but took it into the dead end next to it.

When he arrived in front of the brick wall blocking the road, he inserted the bouquet in his hand into the gap between the steam pipe and the wall, and put the suitcase at his feet. He squatted down and smiled and held the cat in his arms.

"Chocolate, can you help me?"

If it weren't for the mind reading, Chocolate would even mistakenly think that the man in front of him was finally going to attack the petite cat.

"Look, your golden hair saved your life and mine, and now it has only one hair left..."

Because it is very embarrassing to ask for help from your pet cat, he can only squat down and hold the cat, and speak in a very low voice in the cat's ear.

"Now I need help, can you use the last golden hair to conjure a woman who can perfectly meet my requirements? It only takes one night, and after dinner, no one will remember her. In this way, Robert and Mary will not bother me."

While speaking, he shook his arms so that the cat could lie more comfortably. Jenkins felt disgusted by his behavior, and in fact it was really disgusting. He never thought that there would be such a day when he would ask for help from his pet.

"Meow~"

Chocolate called very reservedly, and his tail swung back and forth, obviously in a good mood.

This is indeed a good idea, but the cat knows that it is not a good time for it to help. Soon there will be something that will take up all his time before the dinner, and only by helping at the last moment can Jenkins know the importance of this cat.

"Meow~"

Thinking of this, the cat was a little confused again. Was it really good for Jenkins to push those human women away?

Chocolate didn't respond all the time, which made Jenkins begin to doubt whether this cat could really control the magical golden hair. But he didn't understand cat language and couldn't communicate with cats, which was a very difficult thing to do.

While squatting there and trying to figure out a solution, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from above. Before he could react, a human body fell straight from the roof and hit the garbage dump not far away.

The building was not very high. The man who fell struggled for a while and actually climbed up by himself. When he turned around, he happened to meet Jenkins' eyes.

"It's him again!"

A feeling of being teased surged in his heart. He couldn't remember how many times he had met this man since this morning, but this was obviously not a coincidence.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

After weighing the difference in strength between the two, Jenkins stood up angrily and grabbed the man by the collar. He didn't want to do such a rude action, but the current situation was really too much.

"Hehe, hehe..."

The man who was grabbed was obviously unconscious, his eyes rolled back and there was suspicious foam at the corners of his mouth.

"I know you are still conscious now, don't pretend to be pitiful with me, what is going on?"

Jenkins' tone became more and more fierce, and his brows frowned.

Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Jenkins threw the middle-aged man in his hand back to the garbage dump like garbage. Turning around and looking at the people standing at the alley entrance fiercely, he asked the foreign duke who was leading the group:

"So, you are the one who is making trouble in this matter?"

Although Jenkins claims to be a gentleman and his temper is usually good - this can be proved by chocolate, but when he encounters something very annoying, he is actually very easy to fall into strange emotions because of impatience.

Because the cat knows Jenkins's character, every time Jenkins has something to do, he behaves as a well-behaved cat, so he will be more and more favored by the writer.

The foreign duke in front of him showed up before Jenkins took the initiative to cause trouble, especially when Jenkins was facing a major life decision. It was really unfortunate.

"Duke of Antarque?"

The cat heard unusual emotions from the voice, so he stood at Jenkins' feet very obediently and waited to watch the show.

Papapapa~

The foreign duke didn't have the cat's ability to read people's expressions. He even clapped his hands at the alley, and his white-gloved hands hit each other, making a dull sound.

"Hello, Baron William, oh, it should be okay to call you Viscount. This is our first meeting..."

Not really.

"In fact, we met once. I appeared in your open class, but you didn't seem to notice me. The financial knowledge is really amazing. You are a rare smart person."

Although he was praising Jenkins, his head was still slightly raised in an arrogant posture.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Nothing... I just hate you. I proposed a marriage to Marquis Michael a few days ago, but he refused. After a little investigation, I found you. You are really in the way, William."

The Duke's malicious expression did not need to be concealed, which made Jenkins lower his evaluation of him a lot. He thought that this was a rare noble who was somewhat self-aware.

Marquis Michael controlled the Nolan Navy, one of the most important armies of the Kingdom of Fidictli, and the navy of the Kingdom of Fidictli itself was the most powerful of the three kingdoms. It is understandable that the young Duke of Antak wanted to marry Britney, but it is unforgivable.

Because Britney liked another girl.

"You probably don't know what happened today?"

The Duke sneered, took a step back, and let his bodyguards surround him. He was wearing a simple black coat, but if you look closely at the stitching and button styles, you can tell that this coat is a high-end custom-made item.

"With the help of my supporters, I have recently learned a very interesting ability. Oh, you probably don't understand what I'm talking about, but it doesn't matter."

He spoke in a very arrogant voice. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians on the street at this time. Seeing a group of tall and burly men standing here, they subconsciously avoided them, otherwise he would be regarded as mentally ill.

PS: School is about to start, so sad...

Chapter 894 Chapter 877 Means of fighting against the undead

"This man..."

The Duke pointed his finger at the middle-aged man struggling on the garbage dump, and he still looked unconscious.

"This man ran into you this morning, and then he lost his job. When he was desperate, he saw you holding a bouquet of flowers and comforting him, and then he jumped off the bridge. He picked up a strange thing under the bridge, and when he met you again in the carriage, he heard about your identity from the nosy driver. When he returned home, he was despised by his wife, and when he ran away from home with the things he found, he saw you walking out of the mansion of the nobles. Jealousy and grief overwhelmed this man's mind, and the fragments of the evil god's altar he saw took advantage of the opportunity and controlled his mind.

In about three minutes, this man will complete the "final ocean evolution". You are dead, William. Kill you directly. The Sage Church will do everything possible to find the murderer, but if you die in the hands of the "evil god believer", then no one will question it..."

He said a lot of inexplicable words in one breath, but there was no surprise or uneasiness on Jenkins' face, there was only confusion.

"'Final ocean evolution' sounds like the evil god [Abyss of the Sea]. So that's how it is... You can control fate?"

"No, this is just the stage I designed... What do you mean?"

The Duke finally realized that the writer in front of him was too calm. He called on the bodyguards to protect himself and stepped back step by step.

"I mean, you shouldn't show up when I'm in trouble. I'm very angry now."

Jenkins raised his head with a relaxed look on his face, but Chocolate, who knew Jenkins' character well, knew that frowning and seriousness were the real norm.

"I don't care what ridiculous reason you came to me for, but I hope you can understand that you chose the wrong time."

"Shoot!"

The intuition of the gifter made the Duke feel something was wrong. He didn't have time to wait for the middle-aged man over there to completely mutate, so he directly ordered to open fire.

If it was a sudden attack, Jenkins would certainly not be able to avoid the bullets, but he was well prepared and climbed up the roof of the house next to him by the water pipe before the first gunshot.

The alley was smashed to pieces by dozens of bullets. The flowers that Jenkins inserted in the gap of the pipe were hit, and the petals with bullet holes fell to the ground one by one.

"Are you also a gifter?"

"Correct answer!"

Jenkins said this when he pounced from above. To deal with a group of ordinary people and a low-level gifter, he didn't need to reveal his secret. As he fell from the sky, he swung his fist with a frosty breath directly at the Duke.

Everything happened too fast. Before the bodyguards had time to fire the second round of bullets, the Duke was knocked out of half of his teeth by Jenkins, and half of his face was covered with frost.

"Don't come over!"

He struggled to grab his bodyguard and pushed towards Jenkins, not looking as arrogant as before. Seeing Jenkins defeat his guards with just physical skills, he trembled and took out a bone pendant from his arms and threw it on the ground, then ran away without looking back.

The expensive clothes were stained with mud, the neat hair became messy, the nose was broken, and the face was covered with dirt and blood. What happened today will probably teach him a lesson he will never forget.

"What a pity, he escaped."

It's not that Jenkins didn't want to chase him, but the broken bone pendant that was thrown down, mixed with the dirty dirt and dust and the middle-aged bodyguard approaching, turned into a human skeleton at least 10 feet (about 3.0 meters) tall in the sourceless whispers and murmurs.

The evil spirits were entangled in the skeleton, and the blasphemous rune phrases were carved in front of the sternum. The energy of darkness and death gradually eroded the earth with the appearance of the undead, and an indescribable feeling of loneliness and solitude filled the hearts of ordinary people present.

"But at least there is sufficient evidence to prove that Duke Antak is indeed related to Skru Pompeii, and he is dead...Speaking of which, why should I find evidence before reporting it? No one will disbelieve me if I provide information directly to the church."

He shook his head while thinking, and stretched his right hand forward, and a sword-shaped weapon composed of flame elements appeared in his hand. The cold and transparent fine water flow entangled the flame and climbed up. The two completely contradictory elements appeared in Jenkins' hands in an unusually harmonious posture.

The flame wrapped in the water flow looked unusually strange, and Jenkins felt the restrained sharpness.

As long as there is such a street where carriages can pass, there will be no shortage of pedestrians even in the worst weather. Jenkins has heard the screams coming from nearby, and he knows that the church's manpower will be back soon.

"I did this on the first day I returned to Nolan, and my father will definitely be angry."

As he thought, he ran forward and waved the energy blade in his hand. Water, fire and bone collided, and neither side retreated because of this.

The arm of the undead held the sword, and Jenkins was unwilling to retreat. The two of them fought with only strength, and as time went by, the originally yellow bones gradually showed signs of charring.

"Although I don't have the strength to penetrate the bone armor like the professor, this method is also effective now."

For Skrull Pompeii's bone armor, Jenkins planned to use such an energy sword as a means; for the soul storm on the outer layer of the skeleton sword, he would use the fantasy flower as a means. Jenkins felt that he was finding the law of victory step by step. He firmly believed that he, who represented justice, would be able to defeat the evil undead controller.

"Yes, I am on the side of justice!"

In order to make himself believe that he was just, the righteous writer emphasized it again in his heart, and then he really felt a little better.

"Go to hell, you damn undead~"

He shouted loudly, and pressed his wrist down harder. The terrible undead also fought with almost the same strength, and the red light in his eyes suddenly flashed.

"The Imperius Curse?"

This is the innate ability of the high-level undead, which can be achieved through eye contact. Damage or even destroy the soul of a creature.

But now the one who is facing the undead cannot be considered a human. After the terrifying light disappeared, Jenkins felt that the force against him suddenly weakened.

With a smile on his face, he pressed the fire and water down harder, but he did not take advantage of the victory to destroy the opponent.

From the cuffs with dense stitches, along the white and powerful arms, the brown vines slowly crawled out, clinging to the energy blade in Jenkins' hand, providing it with a real material form.

Jenkins had already hidden a seed in his cuffs, waiting for an opportunity to use the newly created moves inspired by the plants sealing the undead.

PS: The biggest tool man in this volume: Duke Antak.

Chapter 895 Chapter 878 The final candidate

The seed hidden in Jenkins' cuffs quickly germinated after being stimulated by the [Source of Life], and then climbed up the arm and stretched out of the cuffs. The plant gradually merged with the illusory sword. With the support of the huge natural spirit, it gradually climbed onto the body of the undead and wrapped the undead like an octopus's tentacles.

When the gravekeeper team arrived here, the undead at the alley was completely wrapped up by something like a cocoon, and Jenkins was watching over the bodyguards of the foreign duke.

As for the unlucky middle-aged man who gradually transformed into a non-human form, he was directly burned to ashes by Jenkins' fire. Before his death, he had grown octopus-like tentacles on his body, and was wrapped in a robe full of sea smell.

At the moment the man died, the deafening sound of the building collapsing and the rumbling sound of water appeared in Jenkins' ears. But in fact, the surroundings were calm and the sound seemed to be an illusion. In the distance that Jenkins could not see, Duke Antak fell in the dark alley with a scream.

The dagger left by the god of music had no special effect on the undead, so Jenkins still had no weapon to confront the skeleton sword head-on. He could only think of a way with his own strength. With the power of water, fire and wood just now, plus the unprepared [Stone of Life], at least he would not be helpless when facing the sword.

After meeting Duke Antark today, he had a premonition in his heart that the day of the decisive battle was probably coming.

Jenkins was soon taken back to the church by the team of scribes who came after hearing the news, and the search for Duke Antark began immediately.

When chatting with Bishop Palod, the old man thought meaningfully that the connection between the Duke and the criminal was definitely not that simple. Behind this, there might be many connections with the politics of the three kingdoms.

Jenkins didn't think so much. He only knew that there was a secret deal between his enemies. Of course, if he could find the hiding place of Skru Pompeii through the Duke, it would be the best thing, but I'm afraid it won't be so easy.

It wasn't that Jenkins wanted to delay Bishop Palod's time, but after seeing Jenkins, the old man forced him to sit in the bishop's luxurious office.

Once the old man started talking, he couldn't stop. The two of them discussed recent political events all afternoon.

The bishop hinted to Jenkins that Queen Flair III's health was about to fail, and it was questionable whether she could hold on until the fall of this year. Once the queen passed away, the issue of succession to the throne of her country would likely become a new fuse for the continental conflict.

"What about Miss Windsor? I think Miss Windsor is a very good choice to succeed to the throne. She is very capable."

"But she is not a direct descendant of the Middleton family. There are many heirs ahead of her."

"So we will really welcome a foreigner to become the new king."