The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 941 Chapter 924 The Stage of Destiny (End of this volume)

In a dark environment, the stage with two lights is the most conspicuous place. In contrast, Jenkins stood up and raised his hands in the darkness, and only those nearby could notice it.

As he stood up, he looked towards the box in the center of the second floor, which was the largest box. Miss Bevanna, Miss Bronyance and three other demigods from the Orthodox Church were among them. In order to celebrate their victory over the Skeleton Sword and express their gratitude to Jenkins, they all appeared here collectively.

"I'm here. Antak, I'm here!"

Because of the deterrence of those steam bombs on Antak, there were only intermittent sobbing in the theater. Jenkins' voice was particularly loud at this moment, and everyone around him immediately looked towards the source of the voice, but because it was too dark in the theater, they couldn't see who was speaking.

"I'm here, please don't hurt these innocent people. You coward, if you want to fight me, you don't have to do it in this way, I'm here!"

Jenkins shouted again, trying to leave his seat and head to the stage. Bryony's hands firmly grasped the hem of Jenkins' shirt, forcing him to take off his coat and leave with his shirt on.

Hathaway said nothing. She originally wanted to grab Jenkins' arm, but she felt the man's strength. As for the cat, he originally wanted to go with him, but Jenkins simply left it on the seat.

Probably hearing the footsteps of Jenkins walking onto the stage, the uproar rang out in the theater. If the lighting is restored at this time, you should be able to see all kinds of expressions and life, but unfortunately only Jenkins, who is wearing a monocle, can see it all. It was obvious that he was on the stage, but at this moment, he felt that the people under the stage were the real actors, and he was just a bystander.

When Duke Antak arrived on the stage from the blasted second floor floor, almost all the lighting fixtures directly above the stage were destroyed, with only two remaining intact.

The Duke was standing under one of the lamps, holding a sword in one hand and lifting his shirt with the other; Jenkins took a deep breath and came to the other lamp, then bent down and picked up the ordinary sword.

"Williamte, long time no see~ Listen, I am an honest person. No matter what the outcome of the duel is, I will not detonate the bomb on myself. But tonight between you and me, there must be one person who will die because of this honorable duel. Die, I think you should be ready."

The Duke said loudly, his voice was extremely upright, he just wanted to make the people in the audience doubt the truth of what happened a few days ago.

"Of course, this is a duel of honor. You coward, if you still have the honor of being a noble, you shouldn't threaten me with so many lives!"

Jenkins responded, swinging the sword twice in his right hand, trying to get used to the weight and center of gravity of the weapon. The young Duke was much worse than the young writer in pretending to be honest and innocent.

Antak should have realized this, and was unwilling to talk nonsense with Jenkins anymore, so he said straightforwardly:

"The rules are very simple. You cannot leave the scope of the stage. This duel will not be over until one of us dies."

The sword in his hand had a red aura, but Jenkins could not tell what kind of ritual treatment it had undergone. But when the two swords collided for the first time, the sword in Jenkins' hand would break immediately.

"Well, quite a few swords have been broken in my hands recently..."

With random thoughts in his mind, Jenkins shook his head slightly. Although the two are equally young, Jenkins, who is more confident, handsome and simply dressed, looks more dazzling.

"Antak, you should know that no matter what the outcome is tonight, you cannot escape from here. I thought you would choose to leave Nolan as soon as possible. Are you crazy to choose to do such a thing?"

The dazzling light poured down from the top of the head, making the metal sword body shine. It's just a little hot under the light, even with just a shirt on.

"Williamt, you won't understand. I am the protagonist of the stage tonight, and the stars tonight are shining for me!"

Antak's voice was calm and powerful, and there was no trace of panic. He glanced at the audience again, and his strange eyes made the people in the audience burst into uproar again.

The audience in the audience has adapted to the current situation, at least now many people are really looking forward to the outcome of the duel. Wanted criminals, nobles, beautiful girls, young writers and God's favor (ordinary people's view of Jenkins), all of this is like a script on the stage.

"Are you so sure that you will be the winner?"

Jenkins held the sword and walked counterclockwise to the side, and Antak followed his steps and left the light. The two always maintained an angle of 180 degrees. Although there were no lights elsewhere on the stage, the audience could still barely see the two people due to the influence of the two remaining lights.

"Yes, the winner must be me, because I am the protagonist, there is no mistake about this."

Both of them circled the stage holding swords, staring at each other closely looking for flaws. They would reappear under the lights every few dozen seconds. Jenkins didn't know if the Duke opposite him had systematically learned swordsmanship, but he had no such experience.

"The protagonist of the stage? This is the first time I heard someone say that he is the protagonist in public...Don't you feel ashamed?"

Jenkins swore he heard subtle laughter coming from off the stage.

"Shame? No, William, although you and I are both standing on this stage at this moment, there is a world of difference between us. I was born in a noble family and have been the center of everything since I was a child. If this world is a stage, then I It must be the most important person on this stage. Yes, just like at this moment, I am the protagonist of the stage. "

The two of them stopped under the bright lights in tacit agreement, and each raised the sword in his hand.

"The most important person on the stage..."

Jenkins felt that some kind of power was about to come out, just waiting for him to say the answer. He has experienced a lot in the past month or so since the vampire incident, and he has been constantly experiencing the dramatic fate during this time.

Some things are like deliberate arrangements on the stage, but everything is Jenkins' own choice. He knows what he wants and what he understands.

Duke Antak's ability is shining. He has already arranged everything. At this time, the [Stage Mystery Lock] is ensuring his final victory.

“The most important person on the stage is the audience!”

The two men raised their swords at the same time and rushed out of the light range, meeting in the darkest place in the center of the stage. Destinies collided at this moment, and the audience was reminded of the rising and falling voices. But in reality it was just a simple clang of metal that ended it all.

The two stumbled into each other's light. Jenkins staggered to a stop and knelt down on one knee. Duke Antak turned his back to him and pressed the sword in his hand against the ground. No one could see his expression at this moment.

The darkness in the theater only accentuated the brightness of the two lights. The two people under the light are the most shining people at the moment, but one of them is destined to completely become the stepping stone for the other in a few dozen seconds.

"There's something wrong. Who are you?"

Antak asked, the black coat on his body forming a sharp contrast with Jenkins' white shirt.

"I'm Jenkins Willamette."

Jenkins stood up after tying his shoelaces (note). As he stood up, the first drop of blood from the Duke's chest fell onto the wooden floor of the stage.

The young writer turned around, holding the sword that had been broken in the middle.

The Duke reluctantly turned around, and the blood under his feet had stained the ground black.

"It's so fun, it's so different from what I would have planned."

As he spoke, the hand that had been in his arms, ready to detonate the steam bomb, took out the pistol in his pocket. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Jenkins, and the dark gun body actually flashed under the stage lights.

"Oh~my God~"

The audience was screaming one after another. Being able to take out a pistol in such a formal duel, Antak no longer cared about anything.

"Yeah, that's really fun."

Jenkins nodded in agreement, and he took the initiative to throw away the severed sword. The weapon fell to the floor of the stage with a clear clang.

"Do you believe it, Antak, I am the righteous one. God will always protect the upright and kind-hearted people. Willemt bets you that there are no bullets in your gun."

This sentence is said to explain what happened next. Of course, the church should also issue a statement to help Jenkins conceal his identity.

Reciting the sage's motto loudly, the young writer didn't care about the muzzle pointed at himself, but raised his hand to draw the holy symbol on his chest and said at a suitable volume:

"Praise the sage, may your light illuminate my path forward at this moment."

Bang~

The trigger was pulled by the Duke, and the sound seemed to break through everyone's eardrums.

At that moment, the ferocious-looking Antak, Jenkins with his eyes closed in prayer, the worried girls, the surprised gentlemen and ladies, and the cat watching the show with wide eyes all seemed to last forever.

The exploded pistol completely knocked down the owner of the gun. The sound of the gunshot spread throughout the theater and reached everyone's ears.

As the gunfire ended, the Duke fell backwards onto his back. In the silent theater, the muffled sound was particularly loud.

In front of Jenkins' eyes, the purple [Observer] and the dim [Stage] Mystery Chain were combined. The six shining light points formed a new soul emblem, which was related to the [Origin of Life], [Unknown Way Ahead] and [Twins]. Demons] [undead] and [real phantoms] together, are at the core supporting Jenkins' soul. .

On the second floor, Miss Bevanna completely knocked out the demigod in the tree house.

There are only two lights left on the stage, one person is standing and the other is falling.

Under the stage, there was thunderous applause.

PS: As mentioned in Chapter 920, Jenkins’ leather shoes today are laced.

The volume ends with a fateful volume filled with drama, including the defeat of Pompeii, the Sword of Bones, and the final scene, which I hope I can write with the ritual feel of that stage.

Chapter 3K, it would be inappropriate to cut half of it into 2K and send it out.

Ask for everything.

Chapter 942 Chapter 925 Conversation under the Moon

Jenkins guessed that tonight's performance would be the headline news in tomorrow's newspapers, but he did not expect that the content of the news would be a shocking robbery.

Duke Antak's death was actually not unexpected. Even without the ingenious "luck" at the end of the [Stage of Destiny], he was definitely no match for Jenkins.

But everyone off the stage, including Britney, didn’t think so. When the lights in the theater were restored, the blonde girl immediately ran onto the stage and hugged Jenkins.

This scene was seen by many people, but no one could see the smile on the face of Marquis Michael in the box on the second floor.

The police and army arrived twenty minutes later, but no one stopped Jenkins from leaving. What happened tonight was enough to be passed down in Nolan City for hundreds of years, and the protagonist of the story had already gone away with his female companions.

Blaine had invited Jenkins to her place in the evening, and it was just the right time to go there now. Although Jenkins still wanted to go back to his own home and test whether the [Fate Stage] chain was the same as he imagined, the girls all thought it was better not to go home so late.

Blaine's house outside the city was not actually a suburb, but happened to be in the dense fog area outside the city. The coachman dared not drive too fast in the dense fog, and it was difficult to provide lighting whether it was street lamps or moonlight.

Now the coachmen are used to hanging multiple kerosene lamps on their carriages when passing through dense fog areas. Of course, this would waste money, but for safety, it was a very necessary measure.

Blaine's house is located in a quiet neighborhood, not far from Miss Audrey's residence.

Unlike Hathaway, who is a gifted person and has other income, Britney bought her house two years ago with her pocket money she had saved since she was a child.

Originally, the money was to be saved and used for other purposes after getting married, but Hathaway believed that the housing prices in Nolan City would rise rapidly in recent years, and in fact, her belief was correct.

The rise of the steam industry has attracted a large number of rural people to the city. This is not only the impact of a large number of employment opportunities, but also related to the contradiction between factories, pastures and agricultural land.

The increase in urban population will inevitably lead to rising housing prices, which is vividly reflected in Nolan now.

Britney did not seem to have recovered from what happened just now. After entering the house, she returned to her room on the pretext of feeling uncomfortable. So Hathaway had to entertain Jenkins and arrange a guest room for him and the cat to stay tonight.

"What's going on?"

As soon as Jenkins entered the room, the girl behind him asked angrily after asking the maid to prepare a midnight snack.

Although most of Nolan's gifted people did not know the role of Duke Antak in the Skull Sword incident so far, they only thought that he was a scapegoat. But Hathaway knew everything about Britney. She knew that although the Duke had proposed a marriage, he would never challenge Jenkins to a duel because of the blonde girl. This matter was weird from beginning to end.

"It's very simple."

Jenkins turned his back to her and looked at the quiet night outside the window. The moonlight shone on him through the fog with difficulty. He was ready.

"Duke Antak is a gifter. He wants to take revenge on the Church of Sages. You should know the reason. The Antak family may be removed from the list."

In a way, this is not a lie.

"Why did he look for you, Jenkins? Because you are a famous person in Nolan?"

Hathaway could hear that she was angry, but she didn't know who she should be angry with. Jenkins seemed to be right, Britney was even more wrong, and the only one who was wrong, Duke Antak, had died under the exploding gun in front of everyone.

"Because..."

Jenkins was hesitating whether he should tell part of the truth at this time. Although he himself holds the priesthood of [lie], he is not a person who likes to lie and enjoys it...

"Meow?"

Although he does use lying as a means of survival and survival, he does not mind letting people around him know some of his unimportant secrets when the time is right.

"Because..."

He was about to reveal his identity as a scribe.

"Because of God?"

Hathaway added softly.

"Hmm?"

Now it was Jenkins' turn to be confused.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

He turned his head and no longer had the calm demeanor just now.

"In fact, I also concealed some things...My Lord was also involved in the matter of Skrull Pompeii and the Skeleton Sword..."

Jenkins no longer knew what the conversation was about.

"Although the Orthodox Church finally defeated the sword, in fact, My Lord participated in some planning...The music box you sent..."

This is indeed the fact, but Jenkins believes that the facts Hathaway guessed are very different from the facts he experienced personally.

"......I can guess the dishonorable role played by Duke Antak in this matter. He probably knew your role in this matter from other channels. You helped our Lord...but he couldn't take revenge on our Lord or the Orthodox Church, so he could only take you out to vent his anger..."

Chocolate was trying to hold back his smile, and so was Jenkins.

"......Hmm..."

He turned around and looked at the thick fog outside the window again, really trying not to laugh, even though he didn't know why he was laughing.

"Sorry, Jenkins."

The woman reached out and hugged Jenkins from behind. Except for the dream world, this was probably the rare intimate contact between the two.