The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins asked again on the deserted street, while throwing the gold coin he had just obtained, but what he finally threw to the driver was the seed of blasphemy. Different weird things seem to crave different sin coins, so it is necessary to have different types of sin coins in hand. After this transaction, he still has 6 seeds of blasphemy and 1 soul gold left.

"A human noble family with the surname of Queke, they got the help of the human noble family with the surname of Antak. The two summoned me together and traded with me."

It took a while to remember whose surname "Queke" was. That was the real murderer of the winter trip, and the old Queke who lost his only son had vowed to make the survivors pay the price.

"Did you find me so accurately? Did Earl Queke know that I was the one who killed Queke?"

"No..."

It was originally Jenkins's soliloquy, but he didn't expect the driver to give an answer. It seems that the value of the sin coin is greater than imagined.

"He can't afford to hire me on his own, and Antaq only wants to take revenge on you, so he can only take revenge on you for the time being."

"Oh, it seems that the enemies have united."

Jenkins looked at the carriage for a while, pressed the chocolate sticking out of his chest back, and then took out a small green round coin from his pocket, which was still a blasphemous seed.

"I want to hire you to bring A-12-2-4099 [Dream of the Ancient God] to the group of people you traded with. What is the price?"

"3 soul golds, or 2 blasphemous seeds."

The hat still covered most of the driver's face, but he could see clearly what Jenkins was holding.

"Oh, it's too expensive, I'd better use the power of mortals to solve the problem. However, I am very curious, what do you want to do with the sin coin?"

The information revealed by the boy Peter once again made Jenkins interested in weird things and sin coins. But the driver just shook his head, bowed slightly to Jenkins, and then slowly climbed onto his carriage, and drove the car into the thick night while Jenkins watched.

After that, he returned home, changed into a suitable outfit for going out, found an empty carriage, and after confirming that this time it was really an ordinary driver, he moved the two women into the carriage. Because of this action, the driver once thought that Jenkins was a human trafficker or something like that, but fortunately his destination was the Sage Church, and the fare was paid enough, otherwise the driver might have sent Jenkins directly to Carfax Field.

There were still candlelight in the church at night. When Jenkins got off the carriage, he happened to meet the church's carriage carrying the old man from the other side of the street.

The car stopped at the intersection, and the old man saw Jenkins jumping off the carriage from a distance. He raised his head and covered his forehead to look at the street lights above his head and the small insects flying around the street lights for a while, and then hurried over.

"I'm fine!"

After seeing his father, Jenkins immediately raised his hands and said, then pointed to the carriage behind him:

"But I think they are in trouble, can you help me, father? To be honest, a woman who looks slim may also be heavy, just like chocolate looks light, but in fact..."

He suddenly felt an unexplained chill and shivered violently, suspecting that he might have caught a cold due to the low temperature in the room.

"It looks light, but in fact this cat is lighter than it looks, and chocolate may not weigh more than 2 pounds (about 0.9kg)."

The two of them helped Miss Audrey and Miss Bronion into the church respectively, and then notified the keeper to help take a look.

The specific details were reported by Jenkins to the Special Objects Handling Office, and then he consulted the information of A-04-1-6671 in conjunction with the containment department of event-type weird things.

In addition to attributing the reason for the boy Peter's departure to the sage, Jenkins did not hide anything about this matter. He also took out the red-nosed bomb. Mr. Coppola Bellini, the office director, only checked it briefly and returned it to Jenkins, and told him to avoid water when storing it.

The church soon figured out what happened, but the only demigod in the parish was not in the church for the time being, and those highly efficient B-class supernatural beings who were good at healing did not have the authority to take it out from behind the Gate of All Things. Therefore, the fortune tellers stayed in the church for the time being to be taken care of, while the others contacted the people of the [Church of Fate and Order] in Nolan and asked for help from the [Church of Stars and Balance].

The sects of the God of Fate [Fate Hermit] and the God of Stars [All Things] have an excellent relationship, which can be seen in the application of astronomy in divination.

So asking for help from those astrologers will be beneficial to the next step of the treatment process. Now that it has been confirmed that the women's souls are still intact, it should not be difficult to heal them.

Jenkins was still a little worried about entrusting the two women to the church, so he decided to rest in the church tonight. He went to his room under the guidance of two young nuns. Although he insisted that he could hold the candlestick and take the changed sheets, the others insisted that Jenkins did not do it himself.

When passing by the temple courtyard, he met the old man waiting there. Because this place was not used during the night, the gas lamp was not turned on. The old man leaned against the wall and held the candlestick to look at the new oil painting on the wall. It was another painting of Jenkins's decisive battle with Pompeii, different from the one near Miss Bevanna's office.

"Are they okay?"

"Fortunately, they can be saved."

Signaling the nuns to go ahead, Jenkins stood next to the old man holding the cat. The latter looked at the huge oil painting on the wall with a serious expression. It would not be long before the Church of the Sages would announce the revision of some religious books and add the story of Evergreen Forest as a new epic.

The Holy See sent the prepared version to Jenkins to see if it was appropriate and whether it needed to be modified, but Jenkins felt inexplicably ashamed. A living person would always feel ashamed to see that the story with himself as the protagonist was written into an epic, and it was an epic decorated with gorgeous words.

"It's good that you're okay. Nolan can't be without a fortune teller now. These two pagans are very important."

Even if the old man tried to raise his arm, the light of the candlestick still couldn't illuminate the entire oil painting. On the contrary, because it was too close to the wall, the unfolding cone-shaped shadow almost completely covered one-third of the oil painting, and also made the face of the man holding a sword towards the starry sky in the painting inexplicably distorted.

Chapter 992 Chapter 974 Encounter on the Road

"The Antak family and the Quik family are both mortal families with a long history. The long years always allow them to come into contact with some secrets, and those nobles are the most susceptible to the temptation of evil gods or evil. Jenkins, what happened tonight is a very serious accident. I think you should understand what the news you brought means."

"It means that these two families will be expelled."

"This is just one aspect. It means that after many years, mortals dare to touch the taboos of the extraordinary."

The father moved the position of the candlestick slightly, so that the skull and evil spirit on the right side of the painting were also illuminated.

"In those ancient times, aliens were rampant in the world, and the extraordinary built towers to recruit apprentices to pass on knowledge. Adventurers traveled the world to search for treasures... In that era, the extraordinary was not yet secret, and even ordinary people knew those extraordinary powers. But this will also cause problems. We are the benefactors and know that we should fear the extraordinary; while greedy ordinary people do not know fear, which will lead to many terrible things..."

The position of the candlestick moved again, revealing Jenkins and his animals and colleagues on the left side of the painting. These faces have been processed so as not to reveal their identities, and Jenkins' figure standing on the burning land is the clearest and most conspicuous.

"Later, the alien species declined, and the frequency of those ABC-type events and items gradually decreased, so the Twelve Orthodox Church and the secular regime signed the first version of the "Tower Agreement" to protect and constrain the world. The modern version has been revised countless times and has gone through a long era."

In the painting, the cat in the sky is not very conspicuous, because next to the eagle and the cat is the starry sky and the starlight painted with azure pigments, which represents the Star Spirit.

"Now someone has taken the initiative to break this agreement, and it is very bold to sign a contract directly with those terrible things... Jenkins, things will always develop in a direction that people do not expect. We must be prepared. The world is going to be in chaos."

Whether the world will be turbulent has not affected Jenkins for the time being. He is still more concerned about getting up early the next day to help deliver goods to the antique shop.

At breakfast, I was very happy to hear that the demigod of the [Starry Sky and Balance Church] visited the Sage Church in the middle of the night and rescued two fortune-tellers. Miss Audrey and Miss Bronion have woken up now, but they are not in a good mood.

Before leaving the church, Jenkins talked to them about what happened last night for a while, and the version he used was naturally the version written in the report.

The fortune-tellers did not question Jenkins's statement, and they still need to rest. Even if they did not come into direct contact with the boy Peter, the shadows that surrounded them from the outside world also greatly damaged their health and spirit.

It will take some time to fully recover, but the good thing is that there is finally a record of survivors who opened the wrong door in the record of A-04-1-6671, which can help future generations to a certain extent.

After arriving at the antique shop in the morning, I first told my father about the fortune-tellers, and then took the cat with the carriage carrying goods.

The exhibition is located in the [Byron Art Museum] in the city center, on the same street as the Golden Finch Auction House. Jenkins and the driver sat on the wooden shaft extending from the front of the truck, and the driver gently shook the reins to slow down the horse pulling the cart. Because it is the core commercial district in the city, there are many pedestrians here on Friday morning.

Jenkins saw a little girl selling flowers being left far behind by the carriage. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickly stroked Chocolate's head with his right hand.

The cat soon stretched out its little claws to scratch Jenkins' hand because of this action. After Jenkins failed to suppress his impulse, he decisively opened his eyes:

"Sorry, I'm going to buy some things. You take this cart of goods in first, and I'll find you right away."

He said this to the driver, and after getting a reply of "OK, sir", he jumped off the car. The speed was very slow now, so although it was dangerous, it was not very eye-catching. The man held the depressed cat in one hand and walked through the cobblestone street shrouded in mist. On both sides of the street were gray stone buildings of varying heights, and steam pipes and drainage pipes were arranged on the walls like vines.

Soon he found the little girl selling flowers who was waiting for the flow of people to pass and wanted to cross the road. Jenkins sighed and walked over to call her, then pointed to the alley about thirty feet away and motioned her to come over for a talk.

It was obvious that the skinny little girl was afraid of Jenkins, even though he was handsome and holding a very cute cat. But the girl was finally moved by Jenkins' gesture of giving money, biting her lip, and slowly followed Jenkins into the alley.

The alley Jenkins chose should actually be called a corner between houses for garbage disposal, because not far away was a brick wall blocking the road ahead. The garbage here had probably been disposed of in the past few days, so the ground was quite clean, but there was still a pungent sour smell.

"I want to buy your flowers."

Jenkins said directly, and the girl selling flowers lowered her head and didn't look at him, and said "um" softly.

The man nodded, signaled the cat not to move, and then began to take money out of his pocket. Because he was temporarily escorting the goods, Jenkins didn't bring much cash, but fortunately there was still some change in his pocket for use at any time. After counting, it was probably less than 18 shillings. He sorted out the wrinkled banknotes and stacked them according to the denominations, then put the handful of copper pennies and the only silver coin (1 shilling denomination) on the banknotes.

"See if these are enough."

He handed the money to the girl.

The girl subconsciously took a step back, then bit her lip and looked at the banknotes in Jenkins's basket, and finally nodded as if she had made an important decision.

"Enough, sir."

Her voice was very crisp, probably because she had not yet learned to read, so it was particularly childish.

"That's good."

He continued to hand out the banknotes, and when the girl did not move, he stretched out his left hand and hooked: "Can you give me those flowers?"

"Hmm?"

The flower girl seemed to have encountered some questions, looking at Jenkins' hand in confusion, and then suddenly shouted, quickly holding all the flowers in the basket and trying to hand them to Jenkins, but her hands were too small, and Jenkins finally reached out and took out all the flowers.

Chapter 993 Chapter 975 Invitation to the Art Exhibition

Seeing the girl put away the money, Jenkins said again:

"Okay, take this money. Remember, don't let anyone know that you have so much money. If your family is not very good to you, don't let them know. You can hide it in a small jar and bury it in an inconspicuous place. It should be easy for you..."

He babbled a lot of words that had nothing to do with his identity, and then walked out of the alley with a smile on his face.

The little girl selling flowers was still covered by the shadow of the building. She lowered her head and looked at the neatly placed money in the basket. She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to cry.

After doing something that made him feel comfortable, Jenkins had a hunch that he would be lucky all day today. Although the behavior just now was a kind of mental illness to some extent - Jenkins also knew this, it was not a bad thing. Except for being bad for his wallet, there was no harm. Jenkins was happy to do this and took it as one of the evidences that he would be lucky today.

There was a yard for goods behind the Byron Art Museum. Jenkins went around to the alley closer to the street and walked in from the back door. The carriage carrying the goods had already driven in from the main entrance next to the art gallery. When Jenkins took the cat and flowers over, the driver was talking to the old man who had purchased the goods.

Then came the inspection. The old man was not a profiteer, and Baron Tarak was not a liar, so this went very smoothly. A total of 6 porcelain bottles, 3 old paintings, two sets of antique tables and chairs, and an old statue of unknown origin were quickly sent to the interior of the art gallery for placement. After paying the balance and handing over the receipt, Jenkins planned to leave.

"Oh, sorry, can you wait a moment?"

Baron Tarak asked. Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and seeing that the old gentleman sitting opposite was looking at him with a serious look, he did not get up from the sofa. Nodding, he continued to fold the receipt of the receipt.

"I didn't recognize you last time. Are you Viscount Williamite?"

The old man asked politely. It seems that he finally knew Jenkins' identity.

"It's a baron."

"Now the whole kingdom knows that you are going to be promoted. No one can replace your contribution to the Fabry scam."

Although he also has a title, the old gentleman in front of him is only a baron, and he is the kind of baron who has no political identity and does not have a large factory.

Such a title is not valuable, probably inherited, and is only slightly better than those poor people who sneak to the city hall to collect subsidies every month. Therefore, his polite attitude towards Jenkins is understandable. Jenkins' value is both secular and religious. According to gossip, Her Majesty, who is recuperating recently, seems to like the works of this young writer very much. Every day, she asks the servants to read her a short passage from "The Stranger's Tales" or "Frozen".

"Fabry scam? Oh, it's nothing. The sage gave me wisdom...Excuse me, is there anything? I have to go back to the antique shop to mop the floor later...Please don't tell others where I work. You know, it will cause me some trouble."

He made a troubled look, and the old gentleman immediately responded with an understanding expression. He hesitated for a moment and said slowly:

"I'm sorry to say it, but actually this is something I did on the spur of the moment. I hope it won't annoy you... Tomorrow is the first day of the exhibition. Before the official opening, I invited some celebrities to attend the opening ceremony. But there is still one important guest missing... I wonder if you have time?”

"Art exhibition?"

Jenkins whispered, in fact, he himself had a ticket from the old painter Grant, who planned to use the illustrations he drew for Jenkins' "Stories from a Stranger" to be exhibited.

But Jenkins' original plan did not include wasting a few hours on the weekend here, because he has been very busy recently in "promoting" to level four, and his father has given him excessive study pressure.

I wanted to refuse in my heart, and when I was still trying to find a suitable way to express myself, the old man opposite pushed a slender piece of paper over. It was a piece of parchment that is rarely used now:

"I know my request is very untimely, but if you can come, you will definitely bring a different brilliance to the exhibition. This is my private collection. You can choose two pieces as payment. I think you will be interested in it. ”

Jenkins hesitated for a brief second, then reached out and picked up the paper. Judging from the size and drawing method of the letters, the words on the paper seemed to be written with a quill pen. The number of items described was not large, 23 in total. Jenkins' eyes looked at the last line.

"Excuse me, what is the thousand-year-old peach tree struck by lightning?"

For a moment, he mistakenly thought that the old man opposite was also from his hometown.

"Oh, that's a good thing. Five years ago, I went to a village in the countryside to visit my old friends. There was no carriage there, so I had to walk through the woods to the nearest town. When I was passing a peach forest, I suddenly fell down. It started to rain heavily. Two locals were traveling with me, and we took shelter under the largest tree in the peach forest. I had never seen such a big peach tree."

After saying this, he shook his head:

"Maybe we brought bad luck to the peach tree. Soon after, a bolt of lightning struck it, but luckily, we under the tree were unscathed. After the rain stopped, I contacted the owner of the land and removed the peach tree. I bought it back and asked the craftsmen who made wooden ornaments to carve it into a large statue. I thought it would bring me good luck."

Jenkins nodded. If it could be made into a statue, then at least it meant that the heart of the tree should not have rotted or disappeared. This item didn't look as valuable as the items on the list, but it was exactly what Jenkins needed.

He paused, pretending to look at the list again. After a long time, he sighed and put down the paper.

"When do I need to show up?"

"Tomorrow is the opening ceremony at nine o'clock in the morning, and the whole process will take about half an hour. This is not long, but I think this short time will definitely become more exciting because of your presence. You just need to prepare a For a speech about the value of art, just briefly talk about your understanding of oil paintings.”

A smile appeared on the old gentleman's face.

"I guess that's okay."

Jenkins nodded, took out the pen he carried with him from his pocket, and first made a groove behind the "Shikali Empire Era Pure Silver Noble Family Coat of Arms (Corant Family)" at the top of the list. He hesitated for a long time and then added the last one. There is a check mark behind that item.

"Hopefully this will bring me luck too."

he muttered.

PS: Three updates today, one at noon.

Chapter 994 Chapter 976 A Lucky Day

The total price of the two collections that Jenkins chose is about 30 pounds. This price is about the same as the current price of Jenkins, or maybe a little higher. But overall, no one suffered a loss, and Jenkins was very satisfied with the deal.