The Master of the Strange Realm

He was no more than fifteen years old, hunched over like a little forest monster described in a collection of stranger stories. Severe malnutrition made the boy's bones almost protrude from the skin, as if there was nothing left in his body except bones.

"Hungry..."

The boy said again, stumbling towards Jenkins. He was originally standing at the door, so the distance between the two was very close. But he did not touch Jenkins when he pounced, as if he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Jenkins frowned. If he remembered correctly, the position where the invisible barrier was located should be the door of the house.

He wanted to use divinity to solve the upcoming killing situation. Although the priority of weird things in this world is very high, the power of God is the ultimate power of this world.

But Jenkins did not use divinity after all, because he felt that the boy looked familiar, and then he felt that the rice bag was very familiar.

He stared at the boy's dark eyes, which had no whites, like a black hole that absorbs light, and wanted to suck Jenkins' soul in. But this was impossible, because Jenkins' soul was heavy enough.

The boy tried in vain to enter the house through the door in the real sense, but it was always in vain. Finally, he stopped and opened the rice bag. A darker and more bizarre world was slowly covering reality...

"Peter?" (Note)

Jenkins called out this name, and then the boy stopped opening his bag. The shriveled head slowly rose, and his eyes looked directly at Jenkins' face.

This boy was the native of the world that Jenkins fell into when he triggered [Astral Perception] and overlapped [Star Sea Badge]. Later, [Magic Conch] told him that the name of that world was [Shadow Kingdom].

In the boy Peter's home, Jenkins in the spirit state treated a middle-aged man with [Contact Therapy] and drew a bag of food for them with [Reading].

This happened on the night after [Twin Demons] ended last fall. Jenkins, who was still very young at that time, had a deep understanding of the world outside the material world for the first time.

That was also the opportunity for him to contact the Star Spirits, but it was too long ago, and Jenkins almost didn't recognize the boy's face just now.

"Are you... God?"

It was still the voice with a heavy accent. Peter thought he was God when he called Jenkins. Although Jenkins didn't know how he recognized him at this moment, it was not wrong to call him "God".

"Oh, is it really you?"

Jenkins asked. He noticed that the rice bag was closed again, so although he still kept the action of holding the glowing cube with his right hand, he did not immediately absorb the divinity inside.

Chocolate poked his head out of Jenkins' arms and looked at everything in front of him curiously. The cat did not glow, but blended well with the dark background, as if there was no cat there.

"Oh, God..."

The boy staggered back two steps and then crawled down. Since the ground was now swallowed by darkness, he was more like curled up at the same level as Jenkins' soles.

"Oh, God~"

The boy repeated this sentence, lowering his head and trying to retreat little by little. Jenkins noticed that the darkness around him disappeared with his movements, and he could already feel the unique smell of the neighborhood at night.

PS: If you don't remember what happened, please read the first interlude again: A short journey to the Shadow Kingdom.

Chapter 989 Chapter 971 The Second Path

"Wait, Peter, don't go, why are you like this?"

The subtle wind was felt by Jenkins' skin, and the layer of darkness overlapping the material world was fading. Jenkins was very sober, and he knew that this was one of the few opportunities to learn the secrets of the outside world. Ordinary weird things would never talk to him like this.

"God, this is the gift of the master, my dedication, and the opportunity for mortals..."

"I don't understand what this means, don't go so fast!"

The door handle reappeared in Jenkins' hand, and the matter was returning.

"The master controls the Shadow Kingdom, and dedication makes the soul immortal. This is the second path for mortals, and it is the opportunity given to us by the great master..."

"Damn, can you say it again in the common language that I can understand?"

The first ray of light appeared in this dark world, and the floor under his feet reappeared. This represents the complete return of reality, or the return of Jenkins.

"God, you saved me; but the Lord is the owner of the Shadow Land. When the seventh eternal day of the kingdom comes, the Lord will bless those devotees of shadows and devout believers without light in the sacred church. The great Lord provides me with an opportunity to be tested, that is..."

There was no sound after that, and the boy withdrew from the material world with the tide of darkness. When the sound of insects chirping in the spring night appeared in his ears, Jenkins reunited with the material world, still holding the door handle.

"The Lord's grace? The second way? What does it mean?"

Just thinking about it, suddenly a huge force pushed the man back, and then the door closed automatically. Jenkins frowned and looked at his own door. After dozens of seconds, he looked back and saw that the women had indeed lost consciousness and were lying on the floor of the hallway.

"The Kingdom of Shadows...the Lord's Test...the Creature..."

Jenkins repeated the words, trying to figure out the connection. The boy Peter is obviously no longer human, and although it looks scary, it is obviously a special way of existence that is higher than the human form of existence.

If the speed of time in the Shadow Kingdom and the material world where Jenkins is located are equal, then within half a year, he must have come into contact with the so-called "gift of the master", so he became what he is now and came to the material world. .

"The master is creating strange things?"

Jenkins asked himself in his mind that most of the sources of strange objects currently flow from the mysterious realm, and the mysterious realm is obviously related to those who dominate the world.

But there is clear evidence that some weird things are born in the material world, and there are enough descriptions to explain their birth process.

"So the strange world was really created by the master, and the terrifying things inside were formed by the aboriginal people who dominate the world?"

Jenkins came to this conclusion, but increasingly he couldn't understand the significance of doing so.

The Overlords are not invading the physical world, because with their terrible power they can directly intervene at any time. Then the significance of creating a strange environment is very thought-provoking. Those items with permanent aura may be partly natural or born by chance, but man-made creations must have a meaning and purpose.

"The second way? What is the first way? I do know a shortcut, but these two things should have nothing to do with each other, right?"

It's a pity that Jenkins doesn't have time to think about this now. When he tried to wake up Miss Audrey and Miss Bronyance, the fifth knocker had already been driven away by him.

For a short time, the two women looked like they would not wake up, even though they had no injuries on their bodies. Jenkins must end this as soon as possible and go to the church to seek help.

"Maybe I can try divination, even if I still don't know anything about it."

The first two divination were performed by different people using different methods. Jenkins didn't know much about dice and card divination, so he arranged the things on the table, dismissed the sixth knocker, and used ritual chalk to mark the door. A full circle was drawn on the table, and a five-pointed star was drawn inside the circle. Ancient runes were written on the blank space in the five-pointed star with prepared luminous powder.

"Um......"

He tried hard to let go of his consciousness, but it was not easy. The coldness in the room and the sound of stones hitting the glass kept making him want to distract himself from the environment.

According to the Qilan language taught by Miss Audrey, she recited a prophetic poem about the blessings of the ancient soothsayer, and then carefully twisted a handful of powder obtained by burning elder trees.

The hand twisting the powder stopped above the five-pointed star, and the spirit flowed out along with the words recited from his mouth, making the small ritual circle light up.

Try to keep your mind empty and feel the future direction, then gently twist two fingers, and the powder will fall into the circle on the table under the influence of gravity.

Seeing that Jenkins still had his eyes closed, the cat who was squatting on the sofa and watching suddenly opened his mouth and blew. The trajectory of the powder's trajectory immediately shifted slightly, but it still all landed around the five-pointed star.

When all the powder between his fingers fell, Jenkins opened his eyes to look at the final result, and combined the runes that were not covered by the powder to try the structure. In the end, he thought that this result symbolized good luck, so he tremblingly stuffed the cat huddled in the quilt into his arms again, and then left the light in front of the fireplace and walked into the dark hall.

Da da da~

The knocking on the door became impatient again, and the seventh knocker's five-minute period was quickly coming to an end. Jenkins put his hand on the door handle and turned it gently. After the door crack appeared, the cool spring night breeze mixed with the smell of burning poured into the room. Even though the tail of winter has not completely disappeared yet, the night wind is still warmer than indoors.

With a long sigh, it seemed that opening the door for the third time was the right thing to do.

"Hey man, can I have some water?"

Appearing at the door of Jenkins' house was a heavily armored knight riding a horse. His helmet was taken off and carried on his left hand, revealing a face full of scars. His brown hair was long and scattered on his head, and his right hand reached out to Jenkins to ask for drinking water.

Judging from the shape, the somewhat old armor looks like a style commonly used in the 17th century in church materials. The face of the knight is very similar to that of the modern southern Andrews, except that the bridge of the nose is taller.

The horse he was riding was unusually tall, stronger than any breed of horse Jenkins knew. When the hoof hits the ground, a tiny arc of electricity appears between the horse's hoof and the ground, leaving a dark hoof print on the Jenkins' flat lawn.

Chapter 990 Chapter 972 The Third and the Coachman

"I'm sorry man, I'll make it up to you, it's a nice yard, my lawn isn't as neat as yours. Oh shit, can you give me some water? I'm dying of thirst!"

The knight also noticed that his mount was destroying the lawn, so he said this. His language was a little rude, but at least it wasn't vulgar. He shook the reins and asked the restless horse to calm down for a while. The horse's temper was not very good, but it raised its head and stared at Jenkins and Chocolate for a while, and then lowered its head docilely.

"Okay, water...what would you like to drink?"

Jenkins asked uncertainly, but actually he was very happy.

"That's a really good question. Do you have any wine? It should be good to moisten your throat with wine."

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded, turned around and walked into the house, while the knight waited quietly outside with expectation on his face.

Before Miss Bronion fell into a coma, she mentioned that the things that the clown could provide were "red nose bombs", "clown's space pockets" and "color-changing wigs", and the clown accepted different desserts. Jenkins therefore guessed that providing different services to the knockers should have different gains.

He actually wanted the "clown's space pocket" very much, because it was obviously a space-type storage item, which was what Jenkins dreamed of. Now the clown has left, but Jenkins noticed that the knight's horseback was hung with a marching package on the side...

Because he doesn't drink, Jenkins' family only has some red wine bought when he stored winter food last winter. But the guy outside should not be satisfied with just red wine. Jenkins thought about it, confirmed that the two women on the sofa had really fainted, and went to the basement and directly used [Reading] to make a large number of wines he could make.

The wines were all in glass bottles with corks. The bottles were placed in empty spaces in the wooden box, and straw was placed in the empty spaces to prevent them from falling.

This batch of goods consumed more than half of Jenkins' spirit, but it was all worth it. He struggled to carry a whole box of wine back to the door of his house, and the knight immediately showed a surprised expression.

"I really don't know how to thank you!"

He asked Jenkins for another rope and struggled to fix the box of wine on the horse's back. The poor horse seemed to be unable to bear such weight, but when the knight got on the horse again, he still stood there steadily.

"Good man, I am going to have a great adventure again. This is for you as a thank you for this box of wine and compensation for your lawn."

He took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it to Jenkins. The gold coin fell so fast that Jenkins subconsciously stepped out of the door and bent down to catch it.

When he straightened up, the knight and his horse were gone. Looking at the house with the door open, the light of the gas lamp made the house look beautiful, which also meant that A-04-1-6671 was over.

Only the horseshoe prints on the ground could prove that what happened just now was not an illusion, but Jenkins did not return to the house, but looked up at the corner of St. George Street.

He hesitated for a moment, walked back to the house to pick up the key, then closed the door, held the gold coin and pushed open the gate, and walked along the street under the dim street lights to the corner of St. George Street.

The old-style carriage that brought the fortune teller here was parked at the corner, and the driver's face was mostly covered by the hat, standing in front of the carriage waiting for Jenkins. Seeing Jenkins coming, he took off his hat and revealed the burnt face.

"Let me think about it, damn it, I didn't notice it just now, I obviously saw it more than once."

The writer's voice was very steady, and the cat knew that this meant that he was a little angry now.

"A-11-2-3301, [The Malicious Coachman]."

He said the name and snorted: "You accept transactions from mortals and transport passengers who intend to get on the car to any corner of the world. When did you start transporting weird things?"

He tossed the sin coin in his hand-soul gold, and then asked:

"So I am still very curious about how A-04-1-6671 just now invaded my yard. According to my understanding, the boundaries of my house should actively refuse the entry of malicious people."

"It's simple, because you invited it...'Please come in', this sentence was said to the carriage, and there were more than two mortals in the carriage at that time."

The coachman replied sullenly.

"So the boy didn't enter my house just now, because I only invited it into the yard."

Jenkins concluded in his heart.

He walked into the carriage and saw the black gas covering the body of the carriage. The hideous faces made of the gas struggled on the surface of the carriage. What the naked eye could see was that under the dim street lights, the shadows under the driver's feet were like trembling tentacles, licking the shadows of the carriage.

"Can you deliver goods? Who hired you to deliver A-04-1-6671 to my house?"

Jenkins asked again, with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand hanging naturally. But a closer look revealed that his left hand was holding the metal block in his pocket, which made his clothes bulge, and his right hand was in a state of holding a sword. He could summon the Holy Sword of Bones at any time to stab forward.

"I can't reveal the information of the employer. This is the rule."

"But you didn't leave immediately after delivering this trip, but stayed here to wait for me to come out. Don't tell me you were looking at the moon."

The driver obviously understood Jenkins' sarcasm. He tightened his worn-out coat and accidentally exposed the collar of his purple sweater.

He stretched his right hand forward slightly and twisted his fingers. What it meant was self-evident.

"What price did those who asked you to send A-04-1-6671 pay?"

Jenkins nodded, agreeing to the deal.

"10 gallons of virgin blood, 666 gallons of industrial alcohol, 200 stones of black pine, 30 black cat's eye gems, and a 16-year-old boy who broke the Traveler's Nine Commandments."

This is a series of things of unknown meaning.

"Although this seems like a lot, it is just mortal stuff, right?"

Jenkins asked.

"Yes, there is also a copy of the [Demon's Scripture], a grand living sacrifice and an unexpected summons."

The driver added, and then reminded:

"If you want to know the employer who paid this price, then at least give me the fee first. Great One, it may not be a big deal for you, but it is very valuable to us. I believe in your credit, but you are the God of Lies after all..."

Chapter 991 Chapter 973 Employment and Conversation

"Who is the employer?"