The Master of the Strange Realm

But it was only a partial integration. Jenkins never forgot his real name or where he came from. Occasionally when he was lonely, he would recall his original world, but unfortunately he didn't want to tell anyone about those things, including Chocolate.

While waiting for the food to be served, he felt a little melancholy. He turned his head and looked out the window. There were already small cargo ships passing by in the river in the city. The river ice is now completely melted. It won't be long before Nolan will return to its former prosperity.

His eyes moved with the cargo ships on the river, and Chocolate lay beside the man's hand and looked there. The man and the cat didn't interact for a long time until the door of the restaurant was pushed open:

"Hi~Williamt!"

Suddenly he heard someone calling his name, and looked up at the door. It was Miss Cape who came over.

The girl was wearing a decent and generous lady's coat today, but it looked very thin. The hair in front of the forehead was braided into a complicated style and coiled on her head, and the hair on the back of the head fell naturally.

Jenkins had seen Miss Stuart dressed like this before. Only a few women with the right face shape were suitable for such a hairstyle.

"Good evening, Miss Cape."

Jenkins asked yesterday's companion to sit down, and then called the waiter to take her order. Sigrid Cape seemed to be a vegetarian, and perhaps because she was keeping in shape, her dinner did not include any meat or eggs.

The common adventure in the mirror world made the two friends, and the final fight with the evil creatures in the sea deepened their friendship. Because there were no guests at the tables around them, the two talked about the mirror world during dinner, and were very happy that the other two companions were also found.

"Miss Warfield and Miss Knight are not simply lost there. They seem to have found some important clues about the mirror world that we have not found."

The woman said while skillfully manipulating the tableware in her hand. She noticed that Jenkins' cat was also eating, so she picked up a small piece of green leaf with a fork and handed it to it. The cat raised its head and made a disgusted cry, then moved a little and ignored the woman.

"I haven't heard of such news. According to my understanding, Nolan's church has not yet made up its mind to give up the exploration of the mirror world."

"This is not the church's conclusion, but my conclusion."

Speaking of this, the girl couldn't help showing a smug look on her face, and she continued:

"The mirror world hides a lot of secrets. The disappearance of Miss Knight and Miss Warfield is not so simple. Is it a coincidence? They actually returned to the real world only one hour later than us. In order to return, we are not only related to the numbered items, but also face a terrible evil..."

She has a point, but the secrets of Miss Knight and the female hunter have nothing to do with Jenkins. Moreover, among the four people who entered the mirror world, only Jenkins belonged to the local church. In any case, the other three people could not affect the final handling of the entrance to the mirror world.

The two ate and talked, and when Jenkins fed the last bite of steak to his cat, the dim light of the street lamp had illuminated the pedestrian street near the river.

The weather tonight is not bad, because there is a sea breeze, so the fog has also dispersed a little. The night view of the city in early spring is beautiful. Although Jenkins wants to take a walk, the time for night classes is coming.

He took the initiative to get up and say goodbye. Miss Cape didn't mind. He sat alone at the table by the window and continued to eat. When he opened the door, he turned his head to look at the woman. The back gave him a strange sense of familiarity again.

"This is definitely not an illusion."

He said to himself, holding the chocolate in his right hand and touching the file bag in his arms with his left hand.

"It is necessary to investigate. This is too coincidental."

Walking out of the restaurant, there was a carriage parked under the street light not far away. The coachman was not sitting and waiting for the guests, but was cleaning the outer surface of the carriage with a rag.

When Jenkins walked over, the coachman noticed the guests, so he put away the rag and bucket, patted his horse and let it get ready to go.

The seat in the carriage was very soft, as if the coachman had recently replaced the utensils in the carriage. Leaning on the carriage, listening to the regular sound of horse hooves, Jenkins put down the chocolate, and then slightly opened the window curtains so that the evening breeze could blow on his face.

The evening breeze in early spring was so comfortable. The perfect coolness and warmth were incomparable to any other season. It was just that the wind was too comfortable. In addition, Jenkins might have eaten too much just now. He was still thinking about Miss Capet, but he fell asleep in a daze.

Seeing Jenkins fall asleep, Chocolate also lay beside him, curled up and closed his eyes to take a nap. Smelling the familiar smell of the man, it soon fell into a sweet sleep.

The wheels seemed to have crushed the bumps on the road, and the shaking carriage woke Jenkins up. He yawned and stretched his waist, then subconsciously looked out, and saw an empty field.

"Huh?"

If the driver was lost, he would never get lost in such an outrageous place. Jenkins blinked to make sure that the driver was just an ordinary person, so he guessed that he might be unlucky enough to meet a robber who was trying to rob him.

He gently picked up the sleepy, soft cat and put it in the inner pocket of his coat. He moved forward and prepared to rush out to subdue the driver to prevent the carriage from getting out of control.

Chapter 979 Chapter 961 Alien Species (1) (6/10)

He was thinking about how to subdue the driver, but gradually he felt that the speed of the car was slowing down, which meant that the destination might be ahead.

"Then wait a little longer. If he has an accomplice, we will solve it together. This is also my small contribution to Nolan."

Thinking of this, Jenkins couldn't help but feel proud of his kindness and sense of responsibility. He slowly returned to his original position, sat down again and resumed his sleeping position.

About half a minute later, the carriage really stopped. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see bare fields that had not yet been sown, and there were not even buildings.

The coachman opened the door and covered his mouth, took a look at the creatures in the carriage, and saw that one person and one cat were sleeping soundly, so he did not disturb them.

After he closed the carriage door again, Jenkins and Chocolate immediately shrank their heads and looked out through the gap in the curtains. I saw the driver standing next to the carriage and looking at the wilderness in the distance. For a while, there were only blades of grass blown by the wind.

But gradually, a shadow with a light blue aura appeared on the very distant horizon. As the figure got closer and closer, the blue aura became stronger and stronger, and finally the tall human figure was clearly seen by Jenkins.

"Alien? What race is this?"

The man walking from a distance was unusually tall and strong. According to Jenkins' visual inspection, he was at least 8 feet (approximately 2.4384m) tall. He was wearing a black leather jacket that was obviously a little small, and the leather had burnt marks. I don't know if it was a new fashion style or an accidental mark.

The skin on the back of his hands and face looked a little dark, and his body shape showed a strong sense of strength, but Jenkins still couldn't figure out what kind of alien species it was. After all, there were too many races with humanoid forms.

"Master, I brought the things."

The driver trembled and lay down on the ground, making a gesture of worship.

"I tracked the man who got the nut, and he sold it to an antique shop. I planned to steal it at night, but the tracker you gave me showed that the nut was taken away by a young apprentice in the antique shop... ....”

"So you killed the apprentice and brought the things?"

The tall man's voice was extremely dull, as if he was speaking deliberately under his breath. He spoke lingua franca poorly and had an accent that he couldn't tell the difference between "s" and "z".

"No, Master, I planned to kill him. But he fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. I sprinkled the drug you gave me into it (note), and then brought him directly."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and pointed to the carriage behind him. The tall man looked at the carriage window that was covered by curtains. Jenkins and the cat hurriedly left there, listening only with their ears.

In fact, it's not eavesdropping. This is a remote road in the countryside of Nolan, and there is no sound except the wind. Moreover, the carriage was an ordinary carriage with no sound insulation, so even if Jenkins didn't want to listen, it would be impossible.

"Very well, it's not a bad idea for me to take care of the body. You go and drag him out."

"Good master."

After saying this, the coachman got up from the ground. He didn't have time to pat the dirt off his body, so he opened the door of the carriage and got in. He looked at the sleeping man and the cat, and felt that the cat was in the way, so he stretched out his hand and planned to throw it out first.

Just as he stretched out his hand, the writer suddenly kicked him out, and the coachman flew out of the carriage like a cannonball before he could react. He fell into the distant field, rolled several times, and then became motionless.

The strong man did not save him, but frowned and looked at the carriage. I saw a white hand first holding one side of the door frame, and then the young writer bent over and emerged from there.

He jumped out of the carriage, then turned around and took out his cat. He had already taken out the pistol in his left hand.

"You...I seem to have seen your face before somewhere."

The alien did not take the lead, but stared at Jenkins' face. He might have seen Jenkins' picture in the newspaper, but he didn't remember what he looked like.

"So this is a trap. Whose subordinate are you?"

The sturdy man asked again, seemingly misunderstanding the origin of Jenkins. And Jenkins remembered that someone had mentioned that during the War of the Undead, the church discovered a large number of alien species hidden in Nolan, and the man in front of him was probably one of them.

"I discovered that nut first. If you want it, you have to negotiate good terms. We don't have to be tit-for-tat. It makes no sense."

He continued talking, but Jenkins didn't say a word.

"why not......"

Bang~

Your finger pulls the trigger, and the bullet is ejected from the muzzle. The two of them were standing very close, so there was no chance that the shot would miss, and the alien opposite had no ability to dodge or catch the bullet.

The shot hit his right shoulder, and green blood immediately flowed out from behind his black jacket. But the bleeding lasted only a few seconds before it stopped, and the owner of the shoulder showed no sign of pain.

"Powerful body, green blood...the range is reduced."

Jenkins threw away his pistol as he thought about it, and a flame burned in his right hand:

"If you want to ask me why I shot, my answer is, you just said you were going to kill me."

"Weak human, you will regret it."

The black light wrapped around the palm of the strong man. He flicked it towards Jenkins in the air, and the thread of black light rushed towards Jenkins.

With a loud bang, the flame in Jenkins' hand spread to the ground, forming a wall of fire to block the black light. The owner of the flame jumped out of the fire, clenched his fist and hit his opponent's chest.

But the fist was caught, and the frost immediately spread along the palm to the alien's body. He was stunned, and immediately threw Jenkins away, then kicked Jenkins in the abdomen sideways.

Jenkins' waist twisted into an incredible arc. Considering that this matter had to be reported to the church, he did not use those abilities or weapons that were easy to arouse suspicion. He fumbled in his pocket, then picked out the heaviest piece of metal and threw it out.

Golden light bloomed from the surface of the metal sheet, the metal deformed in the air, and finally turned into extremely thin metal wire, binding Jenkins' opponent's hands.

But with a low chuckle, the man actually broke free from the metal wire with his strength alone, and turned to look at Jenkins suspiciously:

"It's not their man, this is a spell from the Church of the Sages... Are you a scribe?"

"It seems that I still need to practice the ritual of making these spells. Dad is right, the gifter can rely on more than just ability."

PS: Jenkins really fell asleep because he was too full, not because of the drug. Strange, the text is not sensitive words, the author has something to say...

Chapter 980 Chapter 962 Green Fire Demon (7/10)

The sturdy man thought he had found the truth, and while he was talking, green flames erupted from the pores of his body, igniting his entire body. At the same time, his already sturdy figure grew again, and his height was completely over ten feet. Lava-like armor appeared on the surface of his body, and on his chest, the green fire was entangled to form a strange rune.

"Green Fire Demon!"

Jenkins finally recognized what was in front of him. This creature called Green Fire Demon was a subspecies of the legendary Balor Demon, a strange race born after ancient humans sacrificed the demon.

Unlike the terrifying Balor Demon, the Green Fire Demon has a green flame and is weak (relative to the Balor Demon), but it has the ability to travel through the shadow world. This creature is extremely hostile to humans. According to the records of the church, there has been no record of it appearing in the material world since the 15th era.

The two-handed sword that appeared out of thin air in the hands of the demon slashed at Jenkins with green flames. Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Jenkins could only summon the White Bone Holy Sword to block the two-handed sword.

Clang~

I only felt a huge force coming from the giant sword, and the sword in Jenkins' hand almost slipped out of his hand. The shoes standing in the soft mud have sunk a lot. If he hadn't been prepared in advance, this blow would have crushed Jenkins.

"Come again!"

The Balrog, surrounded by green flames, roared at Jenkins, and the giant sword with a dark glow was raised again, and then chopped down fiercely. Amid the sound of metal collision, Jenkins' body trembled again, but he still insisted on standing firm.

"Heh~"

The Balrog's sword chopped down again, then raised, and then chopped down. Every blow of it could make Jenkins' wrist numb, but Jenkins still persisted again and again.

When the seventh swing, the collision of the two swords finally made a different sound. When the giant sword touched the holy sword of bones again, the sword body broke from the center, and the flying half of the sword passed the carriage and directly hit the land on the other side of the path. The Balrog holding the hilt was stunned for a moment, and decisively threw away the garbage in his hand. The hand that had transformed into a claw was wrapped in evil flames and grabbed Jenkins' heart.

"Good opportunity!"

Without the suppression of the giant sword, Jenkins was finally able to let go. His strength was far less than that of this alien, so he dodged the claw sideways and retreated to the back.

The frozen spell was thrown forward, and the activated spell immediately formed frost on the surface of the fire demon, but it was quickly melted by the flames. The fire demon roared and pounced on Jenkins again, but its huge body was far less flexible than the cat-like Jenkins.

He dodged the claws that came to him by turning sideways again, deftly went behind the fire demon, and hit his back with a fist containing frost power.

The fire demon staggered after the punch, and turned around and pounced on Jenkins again, but the ice on his back did not melt away.

"Meow~"

Chocolate stood beside the carriage, swinging his tail to drive away the small flies in the wasteland.

Bang~

Jenkins saw that [Frost Fist] could work, so he did not dodge this time, and let his right arm take the punch from the opponent. Under the premise that his right hand temporarily lost consciousness, his left hand directly touched the fire demon's chest, and frost immediately covered it.

The fire demon paused for a moment, but immediately grabbed Jenkins' neck. Jenkins ignored it and quickly hit its chest with his left hand, even making his arm covered with frost.

The claws successfully touched Jenkins, and the green fire burned a string of disgusting bubbles on the man's neck. But this was the last thing the monster could do. The power of frost had spread into its heart, and for most creatures with the component "Flame Demon" in their names, the burning heart was their core.

As the heart was covered by the extremely low temperature represented by the Frost Fist, the power of the Flame Demon weakened little by little. It finally opened its mouth, as if it wanted to curse Jenkins, but in the end it said nothing, and the green flames on its body slowly extinguished.

"It's a pity that the monsters in this world don't drop strange things like magic cores."

Strange words were said by strange voices, and Jenkins' vocal cords were also injured, but fortunately it was not difficult to treat, and it would be fine with a hand wipe.

After standing there and waiting for a while, Jenkins confirmed that the blue aura representing the alien species was dimming little by little, and then he went to check the situation of the driver who was kicked off the car by him.

He was not dead, but he was kicked to the point of suffocation. He lifted his clothes and saw a symbol of a whip and a sharp blade crossed on the spine in the middle of his back. Jenkins squinted his eyes and thought for a long time before he remembered what it meant.

"The followers of the cult organization [Whip of the Dead]... the evil god [Lord of Slaughter] came to Nolan? I haven't heard the news... and how could the cultists be mixed with the alien species?"

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he could only draw a rope to tie up the driver, and then stuffed him into the carriage with the body of the Balrog.

After doing all this, Jenkins turned around and looked at the empty field, and after confirming that nothing was left out, he climbed into the carriage with his cat in his arms. Picking up the reins, he asked his cat:

"Chocolate, can you drive a carriage?"

The cat ignored the stupid question.

"What a coincidence, I can't either."

Jenkins couldn't even ride a horse, let alone a carriage.