The Master of the Strange Realm

He shook his head.

"Little Jenkins, you think more about this matter, the royal family... No, I shouldn't say this."

The bishop lowered his head and saw the brooch that Jenkins wore on his chest, with a slight smile on his face:

"Many people should have said this to you tonight. This matter has nothing to do with the sages. You can have some resentment against the church, but I hope it will not shake your faith. But this is not what I want to say, Jenkins, a year ago, I really didn't expect you to be where you are now. It's great, it's really great, you're a good kid... but the further you go up, you'll find that at level 8. Below, personal strength is not enough to fight against the group. Before you can attribute great power to yourself, you have to adapt to ordinary life.

PS: Parchment has the power of divination, but it may not be correct. The church killed the man behind the scenes because he colluded with secular forces to frame the candidate for the Son of God. This is a serious blasphemy. If you don't understand, this explanation should be enough.

Chapter 102 Chapter 99 Dreaming

"Your book is very good. If this continues, your reputation will be greatly improved, but people will always encounter trouble..."

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Is such that."

The old man's face was solemn, and he looked up at the Holy Emblem again: "Are you interested in becoming a noble?"

Jenkins was stunned. When the old man mentioned the royal family just now, he had already guessed the bullshit truth behind this matter. Isn’t it just religious power and royal power? In the era of the explosion of steam power in the earth age, royal power declined, capital rose, and religious power was being continuously weakened by the development of natural science. But this world is different. The power of God is secret and powerful. Although the royal family controls the parliament and capital, the church is still a serious concern.

Now I ask what is the purpose of this matter? Put yourself in line?

On a quiet night, the moonlight shines through the stained glass above the church, which is painted with stories of sages, and shines into the church, illuminating the handsome young man wearing a black coat and the old man wearing an old-style robe sitting on the bench.

Jenkins smiled and scratched his hair, with an apologetic expression on his face:

"I want to serve the sages all my life. Things among nobles are too complicated. I still prefer the atmosphere in the church."

"No. That's not what I meant."

Bishop Parrod raised his hand slightly and interrupted Jenkins, "In your matter, the church fought with a shameful faction of the kingdom's nobles. Since we won, they will naturally have to pay some price... .... No matter from what aspect, after the reward from the Holy See ends, you will most likely receive the title awarded by the kingdom."

"Wait a minute, the matter about divinity shouldn't have been announced to the outside world, right?"

"Of course, we have to protect the goddess's secret, and we also have to protect your privacy. The information that the secular side can get about you is that you are an ordinary person, appreciated by the diocese, and at the same time annihilate the cultists for the Norland diocese. Make outstanding contributions. They don't know what the specific reward is, and they will never guess that you are the benefactor. But the royal family will always make some gestures to win over the outstanding young people in Zhengshen Church. This is certain. . Those miserable people!”

"Then should I accept this title?"

Jenkins couldn't make up his mind and decided to ask the old man for advice.

"I hope you can get it."

The old man did not look into Jenkins' eyes, but looked directly at the Holy Emblem: "For you, this matter is of great benefit and no harm; for the church, we hope that our scribes can occupy a certain position in the world. Status does not necessarily have to be accomplished, but these are weights in the balance of struggle.

Little Jenkins, forgive me for asking, but I really wish you could..."

"I see."

He interrupted the ashamed old man's words, "You don't need to worry about this. This is also a good thing for me. And the title may not be really given to me. It's too early to think about this now."

The night was already very late. After helping the old man go back to rest, Jenkins walked out of the church door alone.

Matters concerning the benefactors are left to be discussed by the benefactors, while secular affairs are handled by the secular bishops. This matter has come to an end for the time being.

In fact, he doesn't really care about things like titles. The focus now should be to find another strange place to try and see if he can get a gift or find a drop of divinity to experience the pleasure of ascension again and gain more at the same time. The secret of many gods. What the bishop just said is right. Power belongs to oneself. Before that, everything was just a mirror.

When he got home, Jenkins washed himself a little, calmed the cat, and fell asleep.

The chocolate black and white fur was bathed in the moonlight, lying next to Jenkins.

"Meow~"

It barked softly and stood up unsteadily. Two big black hands suddenly stretched out from the void behind him, grabbing an almost completely transparent spirit body in front of the window.

"Meow~"

It looked at the soul in front of it. The body destroyed by its master tonight seemed to belong to this human being.

Barnard looked at the kitten with fearful eyes, and wanted to retreat but was firmly grasped by the black hand stretched out from the void. He pointed at Jenkins and then at himself, making a pleading expression. The moonlight seemed to be able to stop the speed of his dissipation, but those black hands were not kind people.

"Meow~"

A humane look of thoughtfulness appeared on the face of the kitten Chocolate, and Barnard waved and gestured again.

He couldn't speak in his spirit state, or he was afraid of waking up Jenkins and being slapped to death by the cat.

"Meow~"

Chocolate nodded, his dark hand retracted into the black hole in the void, and then he lay down next to Jenkins again.

Barnard made a grateful expression, and then plunged into Jenkins' dream.

"Huh? Mr. Barnard?"

Jenkins put down the pen in his hand, shook his wrist, and greeted Mr. Barnard who appeared at the door of his father's antique shop.

"Long time no see, William."

He smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to push the door, but unexpectedly passed through. Even in a dream, he was still in a spirit state.

"Why did you appear in my dream?"

Jenkins asked curiously, but he was not surprised.

"You know this is a dream? And you know I am a visitor from the outside world?"

"Yes, when you appeared, I suddenly realized that this was a dream. I have never seen your current transparent state, so I know that you are not my imagination. But I want to advise you, if you die, you die, please don't bother me. I am the master of this dream. Even if you want to occupy my body, you should not want to do anything in the dream."

In fact, I know this is a dream because the decoration in Dad's antique shop is very different from the normal state. For example... In the box next to Jenkins' right hand, there are twelve stone talismans, each of which is engraved with an animal head.

"No, that's not what I mean!"

The middle-aged man quickly denied it and floated forward a little, but was immediately forced back by Jenkins with the spirit attack cane.

"Hey, where did I get the cane?"

Jenkins raised his eyebrows.

"Your control over dreams is really powerful. It seems that your soul is much stronger than mine. Do you remember the strange world on the day we met? The ability I got gave me the power of dreaming; the belief in the lightless moon helped me survive for a long time after death. I came here to seek your help."

"Don't come to me, I'm just a low-level gifter."

Jenkins knew that this was a benefactor, but common sense among gifters is that the living and the dead should not come into contact. [Death and the End] The church also has a similar saying to "dust to dust to dust" in its propaganda to the people.

PS: In the Victorian era, or around the 18th century, the gap between the rich and the poor was really huge. If you find from this book that the weekly salary of an ordinary factory worker can't buy a certain person, this is normal.

Section 103 Chapter 100 Blue Ability

"But I can only enter the dreams of people who have touched my body."

He smiled bitterly, "and I don't have much time left."

The spirit is indeed collapsing, and the transparency is getting higher and higher.

"But I'm not the only one who has touched your body, right?"

"Yes, but ordinary people are too fragile, and dreaming will only turn them into mental patients. You are the weakest among the gifted, and it is easier to dream."

Jenkins' mouth trembled, the truth of this gentleman was too hurtful.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?"

"Under the big tree in my yard, facing the third board of the fence, I buried a box there, which contains some gold pounds I saved. I hope you can give it to my wife, so that the children's lives can be better, but it's best not to let the church know."

Great, Mr. Barnard is still the good man I met at the beginning of the journey.

"Why?"

"This is the money I saved from doing private work. Don't worry, it's all legal. I died because of the mission, and the church will give my family a compensation to help the children go to school. But if this matter is discovered... Although it won't be a big deal, it will always be bad for them."

Mr. Barnard's eyes showed a pleading look. He was willing to exist after death, just because of this. It's not a difficult thing to ask for it. Find a night, put on a black robe and dig it out and throw it into the house. Of course, it can't be recently. The last time I went there rashly, I should have aroused my vigilance. Maybe after a while.

"If it's just this matter, it's fine."

Jenkins thought about it. This can be regarded as repaying the life-saving grace, and they will not owe each other anything from now on. Of course, he also admires Mr. Barnard's character.

"That's good."

The middle-aged man nodded gratefully, "I won't let you do it in vain. I will give you a gift when I leave later."

"No need for that."

Jenkins waved his hands repeatedly, "You are too polite. It's just a little effort."

"No, it must be."

Barnard was very determined, very determined. It looked more like someone was forcing him.

In this case, Jenkins no longer insisted.

"Sir, there is another question. So, where do you go after death?"

There is no such thing as the Kingdom of God in this world, but there is a legend of the River of the Underworld. The ability of the [Death and Doom] Church to produce [Supernatural] in small batches: B-12-4-4432 [Water of the River of the Underworld] is related to this. This is one of the few items in the world that can erase learned abilities.

"I don't know, but I have to keep going."

He said with a wry smile, took off the hat on his spirit and bowed to Jenkins, leaving only some blue things slowly blending into the dream space.

"Meow~"

Chocolate half-opened his eyes, watching Barnard emerge from Jenkins' body with sarcasm. There were some cracks on the transparent body, and there was astonishment on his face, which then turned into helplessness. The spirit slowly broke into pieces, turning into the purest spirit, and blending into the world.

It stood up gracefully and swept its furry tail across its owner's face.

Jenkins shuddered, and an inexplicable blush appeared on his face. He sat up from the bed panting, feeling that his pajamas were soaked. He looked around vigilantly, and then patted Chocolate's head.

"Good boy, did you feel something just now? Do you want to protect me?"

Chocolate raised his head and rubbed Jenkins' palm obediently.

There seemed to be something extra in the body, and he summoned his own ability light point, and there was indeed one more:

[Soul out of the body (blue alien)]

"Oh, sage!"

Jenkins fell on the bed again, "Alien? Nightmare or ghost? Why is there a special division of alien ability? Is it the core of the blood chain ability? What are my badge and fruit plate?"

He looked at the azure light point and felt that he might not be able to sleep tonight.

Subconsciously focusing his thoughts on the light point, fatigue overwhelmed Jenkins like a tide.

Feeling the body rising, the black robe, the ring and the candle left the shackles of the body again with the soul.

Looking down, Jenkins lay on the bed, breathing regularly with his eyes closed, and Chocolate lay beside his head, looking at his sleeping master curiously.

"Chocolate!"

He called softly, but the cat seemed to be unable to hear the voice of the spirit.

Just less than half a minute of action, the spirit in the spirit body was almost exhausted.

If I don't go back now, I'm afraid something terrible will happen, so the black robe man sank into the body again.

Jenkins shuddered a few times, sat up from the bed, and turned to look at the red and blue moons.

"Mr. Barnard believes in the lightless moon and may have divine powers, so he can rely on the power of moonlight to exist for so long after death. I am still too weak. I can't easily try this ability for a long time before I gain divinity next time."

But since it is called "Dream Soul", maybe I can try to leave my soul at a close distance and then enter a dream.

The next day, Jenkins heard from his father about the follow-up of last night's action. The five orthodox churches have all eliminated the corresponding possessed evil spirits. Now, except for some weak spirits in the city, the hospital evil spirit incident has come to an end.

Of course, the church has noticed that some mythical species that should have disappeared have reappeared, and the wanted list for the black robe man is still going on.

Weird object A-10-1-0230, [Parchment from the Future], was proven to be effective in this incident. But in other aspects, such as the deviation in the Williamite incident, it was too large, so this item was temporarily sealed in a secret space behind the [Gate of All Things], and the specific handling method is still under discussion.

Jenkins was still very interested in the thing. He had a bone buried in his yard and didn't know how to destroy it.

That night, after arranging the chocolate, Jenkins went to the garbage street in the slum to meet Miss Bailing as agreed.

The overall action of the church last night probably really worked. This night was particularly quiet. Not to mention the slums, even the pubs closed early. Only the chimneys in the distance sprinkled black smoke into the night sky as usual.

"Your disguise skills are indeed commendable."

Miss Bailing was still wearing a black robe that was one size larger. Perhaps the shoes on her feet were specially thickened, so she was taller than Miss Hesha.

"I have already reached a conclusion about William's matter."

Jenkins' disguise this time was a young woman. According to his aesthetics, her appearance was not much worse than Hathaway Hesha and Britney Michael.