The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins tried hard not to show contempt on his face. The conversation he had just had with the coachman was still not forgotten.

"Do you think I am an innocent young lady?"

Miss Michael paused and asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jenkins pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Believe me, Mr. Willamette, I can see more than you can. Cats need attention, people need attention, but we can only mind our own business."

This sentence seemed to have a different meaning. Thinking of the complicated family story of the Marquis family that he heard from his father, Jenkins immediately understood.

She is a daughter who cannot inherit the title, but even so, the elder brother is still wary of possible threats. So she can use her compassion to control the cat, but she must not try to control other things.

Nodding knowingly, Miss Hesha finally returned to her normal weak performance and praised Jenkins with a chuckle:

"Mr. Williamte seems to have figured it out. You should be the kind of genius that the elders call easy to understand."

"Thank you very much. Thank you very much."

He waved his hand quickly.

The three of them continued to talk, but they made a tacit agreement not to mention the slightly sensitive topic just now.

"I wonder if Mr. Willemt has any plans for his next book?"

Chapter 96 Chapter 93 I would like to invite the gentleman who occasionally passes by the bookstore to appear.

"Still thinking about it."

He shied away, but in fact he was not prepared at all.

“Now that you have a readership, it’s time to try a slightly more mature genre.”

Moving the umbrella in her hand to cover Miss Hesha's exposed shoulders in the shadow, Miss Heimier continued: "For example, pure friendship, passionate love, or complex palace stories, plus some slightly mysterious ones. Witches and elves would be even better. Girls like these topics. I think that even if Cinderella's story is written into a book, the publisher will also appreciate this kind of story. Holding a gold pound.”

Jenkins nodded. Stories like complicated, bloody, and disgusting Bai Xue are easy to write. After a lot of study, his grammar is barely enough to support it. But his last book was a fairy tale. Is the change like this too big a twist?

"I don't know what kind of stories Miss Mihail and Miss Hesha like."

He decided to ask his readers.

"We..."

Bryony Mihail looked at her female companion, who had a slightly red face, "It's a pure, friendship story between girls."

"I see."

Jenkins thought thoughtfully, combined his own abilities, and drew an equation in his mind:

Fairy tale + lily + fantasy + court = Frozen

As soon as this idea appeared, it took over my mind like wild weeds growing wildly in spring. There is no problem with this theme! But now there's another problem. Poor guy Jenkin hasn't watched "Frozen" in its entirety.

"Family love and bonds are indeed wonderful stories."

He had made up his mind, but he had to carefully consider the details after returning.

"Then we look forward to Mr. Willamt's next book."

The two young ladies boarded their carriage, and Jenkins, holding the cat in one hand and his stick in the other, politely said goodbye to them.

"Hathaway, your mood just now was very wrong."

The maids did not follow. Since there were only two people in the carriage, Brienne Mihail did not have to cover up their intimate movements.

She grabbed her companion's beautiful wrist and licked her white jade-like fingers.

"It's nothing, Brienne. I just thought Willemt was here to create a chance encounter, just like other idiots in the past."

As a benefactor, especially an illegal benefactor, Miss Hesha's acting skills are naturally top-notch. She pulled her hand away, a worried expression on her face.

"Is that so? You are too worried. That kitten is indeed his pet, and no one else knows about our schedule today. So, did you think he came for you or me just now?"

The laughing Miss Michael blew gently into her companion's ear. Miss Bai Ling shuddered and a seductive blush appeared on her face.

"Of course it's you, Nini. You're so beautiful, even a goddess would have to give in to you."

"Don't say that, it's blasphemous."

Miss Mihail stretched out her finger and put it in front of Hesha's soft red lips, "Come to my place today for the same reason as before, to review your homework."

Miss Hesha grabbed the corner of her clothes, her fiery red hair leaning on Bryony Mihail's shoulders.

Bit your upper lip lightly.

"Um."

Along the roadside, wild lilies bloom in their final and most beautiful glory in the last days of late summer.

At noon on the same day, in the distant royal capital of Belduran, Silver Cross Road, Owl Bookstore.

Young Wood and his companions laboriously moved the five cartons of books that had just arrived today from the warehouse at the back into the store.

He thumped his waist, turned his wrists, and complained in a low voice: "Really, why are new books suddenly arriving in the store? Didn't Mr. O'Ou say that there are no books worth reading on the market recently?"

"I heard that this is a best-seller from Nolan. Mr. O'Ou has cooperated with Nolan's Mr. Burrow, so he will try to print the first batch of 100 copies locally."

The equally young and energetic companion explained. Both of them are students at the National College. As a follower of the sage, Mr. O'Ou is happy to provide positions to help these young people and earn some pocket money in the process of getting to know the society.

"Nolan?"

Young Wood curled his lips.

Although Beldiran is the royal capital of the kingdom, its economic development is not as good as that of Nolan City, which is located at an important port. This can be seen from the thickness of the smoke surrounding the city. But the Royal Capital is the Royal Capital, and the people of the Royal Capital have reason to despise any "country people", including Nolan people. This is a common understanding among the residents of Beldiland.

There is a saying in the kingdom: Beggars who long for a better life hide in the sewers of Beldiran.

Of course, this sentence can also be understood as a satire on the expulsion of beggars from the Belduran City Hall, which is the only city in the kingdom where begging is prohibited.

The two of them worked together to unpack the carton, and the first thing they saw was a girl with a strange painting style. She was wearing a long blue dress, her skin was as white as snowflakes, her lips were as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.

The girl held the long skirt in her left hand, bent down slightly, and picked up the green apple on the ground with her right hand, with an innocent childlike smile on her face.

"I'm in love."

Wood was awakened by his companion's voice and casually hit his shoulder with a hammer.

"Don't be kidding, it's a very unique painting style, very groundbreaking. Although it doesn't pursue realism like most painters nowadays, it still has a different flavor. Is this the work of a great artist?"

He and his companions put the volumes of "Stories from Strangers" on the bookshelves and marked the prices with paper labels.

After hesitating, there were not many customers in the store now, so Wood took a book and stood aside to read.

"Fairy tale? This painting style is really suitable. Although the price is a bit expensive, the novel illustrations of each story alone are worth the price."

Wood's major was not painting, but as the unpopular second son of a baron, he still had some appreciation for art.

Perhaps the story depicted in a peculiar style aroused curiosity. Young Wood unconsciously leaned on the bookshelf and opened the first page...

"Sir, sir."

It wasn't until he was called by the guests beside him that Wood woke up from the deep story. He took a few breaths and felt like his consciousness was in a trance. Looking towards the door of the store, I don’t know when the sunset has already hung in the sky.

"The last time I was so addicted to reading was when the first volume of "The Legend of Detective Knight" was just published, right?"

Wood adjusted his expression. He still remembered his job:

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Chapter 97 Chapter 94 Time Conflict

Standing in front of them were a middle-aged man and a little girl. The middle-aged gentleman wore a crisp dark suit, his beard was carefully trimmed to a small piece on his lips, and his bow tie was light blue with a shining gold pin on it.

"Dad, I want that book!"

The childish voice reached his ears, and Wood lowered his head to look at the cute little girl. She stretched out her slender index finger with a curious face, and the headband on her short brown hair reflected more dazzling light than a gold pin in the setting sun.

The girl was referring to the book in Wood's hand. Due to the position, Snow White on the cover happened to be right in front of the little girl's eyes.

The middle-aged gentleman asked Wood about the content of the book in gentle language. Wood was stunned for a moment and stretched out his thumb to face the sunset:

"Sir, I promise the blazing sun that has not yet fallen from the sky, this is absolutely, absolutely the most suitable storybook for this beautiful lady."

Of course, Jenkins didn't know that today was the day when "Stories from a Stranger" would be released in the royal capital, nor did he know that he had a loyal book fan... albeit a male.

I spent a day running around the city. Living alone requires a lot of documents, some of which cannot be reviewed in one day, so I guess I will be busy for a while. However, the water pipes and steam pipes in the home have been opened, ensuring that daily needs are no problem.

"Should we go to the black market or go back to dad's place?"

Jenkins struggled for a while and walked along Fifth Queen Avenue, the shopping street.

Ding dong~

"came back?"

Dad said hello without raising his head, flipping through several documents in his hand.

“It’s really troublesome to apply for those documents.”

Jenkins shrugged and prepared to find something to do, such as copying today's tadpole essay 100 times. After the short-lived experience of becoming a god that night, I never had a strange feeling when copying those words. He even secretly tried to memorize the first few tadpole letters on the stone tablet even without looking at the photo.

But the father stopped him, stretched out his hand and took out a silver piece, injected the spirit into it and threw it on the table.

"I'll test you first. Let's judge what kind of talisman this is just from its appearance."

Jenkins nodded, leaned his cane against the counter, let Chocolate jump to the fake antique rocking chair aside, took off his coat and put it aside.

"It's a silencing charm used to block out sounds."

"Yes."

Dad nodded happily. If Jenkins's talent in antique appreciation is 80, then his talent in mysticism can be rated as 95. Dad never praised Jenkins's learning progress, and Jenkins himself never asked whether his learning situation was normal, so he had no idea how amazing his learning ability was.

Dad rated Jenkins' emotional intelligence when facing women at 20.

"I originally planned to go to your house to inform you. Now that I'm back, I'll tell you here."

He handed the pages in his hand to Jenkins and announced:

"The evil spirits in the hospital have been killed by the men in black robes, but according to the judgment of the [Death and Endings] Church, those evil spirits that can possess people are still lingering in Nolan City. The five Orthodox Churches discussed it yesterday. We decided to act together tomorrow night, that is, Tuesday, to eliminate the possessed corpses and evil spirits directly. As a healer, in order to prevent unexpected situations from happening, you must also participate in the operation."

The paper in Jenkins' hand is the specific action plan.

"Are you so anxious?" he asked, "the combat troops only came back yesterday."

"The royal family controls the secular power and protects citizens in the secular aspect; the Zhengshen Church protects the power of gifts and protects mankind from the invasion of secrets. This is a sacred contract made in ancient times!"

The father declared solemnly, and Jenkins took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

"This is an official courtesy, you don't need to pay attention."

The old man then waved his hand, "In fact, the combat troops have returned, and the church wants to show its strength to deter those who are ready to take action who think that the church's strength is empty. To use the phrase you said, show off your muscles."

"That makes sense."

Jenkins was thinking in his mind, but another question arose: "Are those possessed evil spirits found so easily?"

When he first dealt with the evil spirit in the hospital, the memory he read only saw that the evil spirit dispersed into the city after it was born, so he could not find Mr. Barnard's body.

"You won't forget why the main force of the church went to sea, right?"

Dad forced a smile and said, "In the end, our church got the weird thing, and they found those evil spirits through the weird thing."

Shaking his head, he changed his tone and sighed: "I never believe in weird things. Those things can only be sealed and destroyed, otherwise they will definitely cause extremely troublesome things. I don't know what they are thinking. "

But during the castle incident, a strange thing on my father saved his life.

"I don't believe in monsters either."

This is one of the rare times when Jenkins' words in his heart are completely consistent with his words. From the fragmented information obtained by Yue Yue's whisper, we can know that even God hates weird things.

It was disgust from the bottom of my heart.

When he said goodbye to his father and walked into the smoke-shrouded street with his chocolate in his arms, Jenkins suddenly realized: Mr. Hood's legal party is also tomorrow night.

"If you miss this meeting, you won't know the time of the next one."

He stopped and stood at the corner of the street looking around.

"No, we have to find a way."