The Master of the Strange Realm

But even so, Jenkins still has many questions. Gods look down on the world from a higher dimension. What is the meaning of the Lord helping mortals to become gods? What is the attitude of the gods towards this way of becoming gods? Why can those weird and dangerous monsters become gods? What is the difference between monsters and extraordinary things? Are they all qualified to become gods?

Even if he peeked into this second path, Jenkins still only saw the tip of the iceberg of the huge truth. Even if he doesn't plan to take this path, he still wants to know the meaning of this path, which is of great significance for his ultimate sublimation into a true god. Jenkins firmly believes this.

"Since there are the first and second paths, there may be more ways to become gods!"

Jenkins thought in his heart, looking out the window at the Fifth Queen's Avenue shrouded by the dim light of street lights. He likes this interesting world more and more. Although he is just a foreign visitor who has occupied the magpie's nest, there are people he cares about, things he cares about, and some people who love him...

PS: Ask for everything at the beginning of the month.

Chapter 1078 Chapter 1060 Omissions

After staying at Dad's antique shop for more than half an hour, Jenkins took the cat away after sorting out his chaotic thoughts.

The cat is very satisfied now. It has long wanted to see Jenkins' shocked expression when he knows the secrets of the world bit by bit. This is one of its pleasures, but unfortunately Jenkins is not always surprised.

"Meow~"

The cat happily led the way in front of Jenkins. It was very happy today, so it wanted to walk by itself instead of riding Jenkins.

Jenkins was also happy that his cat exercised more, because it was too lazy at ordinary times.

The rain that started in the morning had stopped, but the whole city was wet. As Jenkins walked forward behind Chocolate, he was still thinking about how much mud would be on its little paws. Jenkins would have to wipe it with a towel when he got home.

It was late at night, and because of the rain during the day, there were fewer people active at night. But the good news is that due to the rain and wind, the fog has dispersed a little. Looking up, you can see the faint starry sky and the half-moon. According to the moon phase in the material world, it will be about two weeks before the full moon that can make the elf potion.

"In the morning, I should ask Mr. Sienold about the elf potion. He may be able to recognize what it is."

Jenkins kept this in mind and planned to ask him again when he visited him on the weekend. There are still many secrets in the old elf, and Jenkins believes that he will be able to obtain them.

Leaving Fifth Queen's Avenue and walking east, that is the direction of home. There are no pedestrians on the road. Looking up, you can only see a short figure standing next to the mailbox at the corner of the street. Jenkins subconsciously stopped and dared to continue walking after confirming that it was a human.

"Hello, why haven't you gone home yet so late?"

It was a little girl selling flowers, and she happened to be someone Jenkins had seen before. She was Finnie's friend, and it seemed to be called Louise. She lived with her family in the slums in the south of the city. The little girl also noticed Jenkins and greeted him with a blushing face.

She hadn't gone home yet so late, not because she was selling flowers or "selling flowers". The girl had lost a 3-pence coin when she passed by here in the evening. After she realized this, she came back to look for it immediately, and she had been looking for it for two hours.

"I'll look for it with you."

Jenkins said.

"No, sir, I'll find it soon, no need to bother you."

The girl stood there embarrassedly. She respected Jenkins very much. Although she cared about the 3 pence, she didn't want to waste his time.

"No trouble, I have very useful skills in finding things."

She bent down and patted the cat beside her feet. The cat responded with an impatient cry, but still made a sniffing motion.

Soon it walked behind the mailbox, which was the blind spot of the girl's vision, and then turned her head to look at Jenkins.

"Is it here?"

Jenkins walked over, put his hand on the ground, threw the coin hidden in his palm under the mailbox, and then swept it inside with the umbrella in his hand, and sure enough, the three coins that had just been thrown in were swept out.

"Oh, it's really the blessing of the sage, I found it!"

He said in surprise, twisted the coin, wiped it with the handkerchief in his pocket, and held it in front of the girl. The girl also cried out in surprise, stretched out her hand to take the coin back.

It was too late now, and Jenkins was worried that the girl was unsafe walking at night, so he took a long detour to send her home first. On the way back, the girl kept praising Jenkins' cat and asked him where Chocolate was adopted and whether it was a very rare cat breed.

"No, no, no, my cat just has a more sensitive sense of smell, but in fact the breed is very common."

The cat was a little unhappy and flicked its tail at the back of Jenkins' head, but Jenkins was focused on talking and didn't notice it.

He sent the girl to the alley of her home, watched her knock on the door and be hugged by the haggard middle-aged woman inside the door, and then turned around and entered the deep night again. Jenkins is happy to do such good things, which will make him feel good.

Jenkins always believed that the reason he came to this world was staying up late and dying suddenly, so after becoming Jenkins, if it is not necessary, he generally does not stay up late.

Therefore, I have developed very good work and rest habits in the past six months. Of course, I go to bed early and wake up early, which is controlled by my cat.

Tuesday morning also starts with the cat’s wake-up call service. The energetic cat is always so punctual. Because of its existence, the gear alarm clock that Jenkins put in his luggage when he moved from Privet Drive was never used. After all, the chocolate alarm clock was equally punctual.

After breakfast, I went out to work. Yesterday's light rain briefly made the air condition better, but it only lasted half a day. When I went out, I saw the city shrouded in thick fog. This thick fog was not only haze, but also included some naturally formed morning fog.

Looking at the gloomy sky, the towering chimneys in the distance and the smoke columns tilting slightly with the wind are very clear.

Suddenly thinking of the air protection bill that had been introduced for a long time but had never been implemented, Jenkins had many thoughts:

"I don't know if the successor after the Queen's death can change all this. Maybe I should encourage the church to participate in the war of succession and elect a king who can implement the Air Protection Act."

Of course, this is impossible. The "Tower Agreement" has stated that religious forces must not interfere with the secular succession of the throne. Although the binding nature of this clause needs to be verified, at least the church cannot interfere openly. Even if it interferes, it is best not to let anyone catch the evidence.

"The times~"

He sighed as he looked at the chimneys and the dim sky in the distance, then reached out and pushed open the door of his father's antique shop. Dad rarely read the morning paper in the rocking chair. Instead, he stood at the counter, holding a magnifying glass and wearing gloves, looking down at a small stone statue.

Jenkins was confused for a few seconds. When he walked in, he realized that the insurance salesman had sold it to him cheaply last night. Before he left the store, he was so absorbed in thinking about the Sin Coin that he put the box directly on the counter and forgot to put it away.

"You bought this for 1 penny?"

Dad asked in an incredulous tone, probably counting the money in the drawer.

"Yes."

"Did you use force?"

"of course not!"

Jenkins shook his head violently, took off his coat and hung it up with his hat, and then explained to his father what happened last night.

He didn't lie, he directly told the insurance salesman and the "cooperation" he proposed. Apart from concealing the information about Sin Coin, he didn't lie much about other things.

PS: I just discovered that there is a big problem in Chapter 984. The news in the newspaper is "Notice of Calendar Changes Regarding the End of the Eighteenth Century (Third Edition)". I mistakenly typed it as the Seventeenth Century. I hereby correct it. This century is the 18th century, so it should end at the end of the 18th century.

Chapter 1079 Chapter 1061 Stillwell of Turin

After listening to Jenkins' account, Dad was very surprised that Troll Insurance came to him for cooperation. But after learning about the reasons for "starting the era" and "insurance", I felt that it was actually reasonable for this to happen.

"... Later, for some reason, he found out that I was the sage's son, and then he turned around and ran away like crazy, without even discussing the cooperation clearly."

Jenkins shrugged, signaling that that was the end of his story.

"Did you see him again after that?"

"No, he didn't come back to the store after that, and I didn't see him again on my way home."

Jenkins said very honestly.

Dad nodded and thought for a long time before asking Jenkins to write a report on what happened last night. At the same time, he also told Jenkins that it is best for mortals not to have too much contact with those weird things. Even if Fantastic Insurance Company is not a weird thing, it is not something that mortals should come into contact with.

In addition to the statue, Jenkins also found a gift that his father didn't find when he was throwing away the trash yesterday morning. It was given to him by his former apprentice.

After Jenkins finished wiping the counter, he took out the notebook with the bark sandwiched between it and handed it to his father. When he opened it and saw the bark, his eyes slowly widened. This was the first time that Jenkins was so surprised to see him. But after seeing the words on the bark of the tree, the shocked expression turned calm.

"Oh, let me tell you, why didn't I receive a gift at the Reading Festival that year? It turned out to be like this. I thought she was angry because I didn't agree to her vacation plan."

He shook his head, clipped the bark back into the notebook, and handed it to Jenkins to put in the warehouse at the back.

Looking up, he saw Jenkins' curious expression. Jenkins really tried hard to show this expression because he was embarrassed to ask his father in words.

"Are you curious?"

Dad asked.

"I'm very curious about this Miss Stillwell!"

He nodded quickly.

"That was my former apprentice, but he has already graduated."

Dad said as he walked back to sit in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, picking up the newspaper to prevent Jenkins from seeing his face.

"So Madam...Miss...Madam, okay, so where does this Miss Stillwell work now?"

Jenkins tried not to show too much concern.

"Working in Turin, speaking of which, I haven't seen her for a long time."

Dad said it lightly, but Jenkins heard that he wanted to end the topic. But that's enough. What he said just now didn't cause any reaction from the Liar Priest, which means that Miss Stivell is indeed in Turin!

In order to change the subject, Dad also brought new news to Jenkins. Last night I received information from the [Church of Ocean and Exploration]. While their spies were searching for pirates in the city, they unexpectedly learned another thing:

"There is more than just one set of rituals for [Alien Frenzy]!"

Dad said solemnly, and Jenkins nodded solemnly to show that he heard it and was very shocked.

"According to the intelligence received so far, the purpose of [Whip of the Dead] should not only be the ability of [Alien Frenzy]. They have collected a large amount of blood sacrifice materials, but the purpose of doing so is unknown. There are rumors that this group of people inherited The legacy of the cultists who fled Nolan after the failure of the Evil Son of God incident. We suspect that the Son of God gave those cultists some terrible knowledge, and their purpose may not be simple. "

The father said worriedly, and Jenkins nodded seriously again, saying that although it was the first time he heard the news, he already fully understood the importance of the matter.

"It's been such a troubled time. The plague is not over yet, and now there is a group of evil cultists. Didn't those people realize that those who dare to do evil in Nolan never end well?"

Dad said as he put away the statue on the counter. This is the crystallization of human wisdom nearly ten thousand years ago. If it were not preserved by the insurance company, time would have destroyed it long ago.

If not an extraordinary object, the value of this stone statue is immeasurable. Next, it will probably be sent to the church, and then the church will send it to a research institute or the archeology major of a certain school, where it should be.

News of conscription appeared in the Kingdom Daily this morning. The House of Representatives has passed the conscription draft and plans to launch spring conscription from the four eastern counties.

This is a military plan that happens every year, but the amount of recruitment this year is a bit huge, and the mobilization of border guards is also very confusing.

"It looks like there's really going to be a war, Jenkins, who do you think will win?"

Dad asked casually while reading the newspaper.

"Probably we will win. Although both the Chesland Kingdom and our country are among the most powerful human nations in this era, in fact Cheslan's land, population and economy are not as good as our country and the Hampavo Kingdom. More important What's more, I heard from newspapers that the introduction of modern steam machinery into our army has reached an astonishing one-tenth ratio, but Chesland is still using old firearms from more than 20 years ago..."

Jenkins was chatting while wiping the counter. His father kept nodding behind him, but his eyes were empty when holding the newspaper, as if he was remembering something from the past.

It was nearly ten o'clock when the first customer came to the door, but he just wanted to ask his father to help him identify some things, so it was not a big deal.

After the guest left, Jenkins chatted with his father about the Quirk family. Dad quietly told Jenkins that the church had now determined that the underground blood sacrifice ritual of the Quirk family was used to summon monsters.

Obviously that is the most convincing evidence for trying to murder Jenkins. In any case, the surname Quick will probably disappear forever.

"Perhaps the blood sacrifice ceremony is related to the whip of the dead ceremony. The church can investigate the materials used by the Quirk family."

Jenkins said casually.

Dad was surprised, and then he felt that what Jenkins said made sense. Even though Jenkins repeatedly explained that it was just a whim, Dad still took the idea very seriously.

After lunch he wrote a letter for Jenkins to deliver to the church. Of course, Jenkins could also hand in his report on the insurance salesman along the way.

Chocolate naturally follows Jenkins, and it rarely leaves Jenkins. Because he was very satisfied with his lunch, he fell asleep after leaving the antique store.

When Jenkins saw the bank of the Westminster River from a distance, he could even feel the even breathing of the cat on his chest.

Chapter 1080 Chapter 1062 Corpse Plague Cases

The weather in Nolan became clearer at noon, and the view became much wider.

The river bank in front of Jenkins was very lively. Steamships emitting black smoke shuttled through the river. The shouts of boatmen, the voices of people on the bank, and the sound of whistles that occasionally sounded together made up this noisy industrial era picture. .

Jenkins was worried that Chocolate would be awakened by these impolite people and wanted to take a long way around, but he remembered that most of the bridges were like this this season.

He could only walk forward quickly, hoping that Chocolate could sleep more deeply. Then he saw Miss Magic sitting on the bank of the river fishing. She was really fishing, but she was dressed like a village woman from the countryside.

"Still waiting for Femixiu? But wasn't that Pirate King scared away from the river because of my placing the Stone of Destiny?"

Jenkins thought in his mind, but did not say hello, and walked towards the church as if he didn't know him.

Because his father said he had nothing to do in the afternoon, he didn't have to rush, so he chose to walk to the church. It's noon now, and there are many believers who come to pray. When passing the main entrance of the temple, I can hear people walking on the opposite side talking about Bishop Parrod's sermon in the morning. As his physical condition improves, the old bishop attends these sermons more frequently. Active.

I went to different offices and submitted two reports respectively. I wanted to wake up the cat on the way back and let it go to the ground to exercise. When I passed by the temple again, I saw the girl Fini excitedly coming from another place with two books. Walking through the corridor on one side.

She was wearing the clothes that the choir children wore when working in the church. It was a simple white robe with the sage's holy symbol on the chest, and the seams and front were decorated with patterns in sacred gold.

This looks very suitable for Finnie. Not all children can wear clothes that look like her.

"Oh, good afternoon, Mr. William!"

Finnie greeted Jenkins with a smile, and then shook the two books in her hand at him:

"Look, sir, the reading training class I applied for from the nuns has been approved!"

Most children adopted by the church have not received much education, so various cultural classes are indispensable during their life in the church. The church will provide basic courses for every child, and they need to apply for additional courses from the nuns in charge.