The Master of the Strange Realm

"The tomb we explored has been visited by more than one group of people, and it is difficult to go deeper because of the landslide. We did not gain anything, but when we were digging the landslide, we unexpectedly found that there were many people buried in the tomb, probably former tomb robbers... The explorers had internal conflicts, you know, this is not uncommon. I got the ring when I was digging, probably an item left in the tomb by ancient explorers. When we found it, it was almost integrated with the soil on the ground. Although we don’t know the exact time it was left in the tomb, it should have been nearly a hundred years ago."

These words are all true, and there is no prompt to trigger the [Liar’s Office]. Jenkins thought for a moment and asked again:

"Where is the address of the ancient tomb?"

"In Yorktown, the town where the dragon remains appeared. With the earthquake, not only huge ruins appeared, but also some scattered ancient buildings and tombs were exposed on the ground. My friends and I explored one of them, but..."

She raised her head and looked at Jenkins regretfully:

"When we left, we accidentally triggered the defense mechanism of the tomb. Those ancient gear mechanisms not only failed to kill us, but accidentally caused the entire tomb to collapse more thoroughly. Mr. Candle, I can tell you the specific address, but I think you should not find any valuable traces."

This is also the truth, so Jenkins can only feel sad about it. The ring that Dad bought was also taken out by tomb robbers from the ancient tombs around Yorktown. It is very likely that it has a similar origin to Miss Silver Flute's ring.

"So what do you think about that ring?"

Jenkins was unwilling to give up this clue.

"Antiques, valuables, common items... the last owner was a man, over 1,000 years old."

"Hmm?"

Jenkins looked up at her unexpectedly.

"One of my friends has a special ability, similar to a psychic, who can trace back history by touching objects."

There is a lie.

"This is a very dangerous ability. After all, not all the history of objects is safe... Your friend?"

"Yes, my friend."

Miss Silver Flute nodded with certainty, so Jenkins determined that the content of the lie was not the effect of the ability, but the owner of the ability.

"You made friends out of nothing, forget it, it has nothing to do with me. But it's interesting that he's over 1,000 years old. Is he a short-lived species that uses rituals to prolong his life, or is he a long-lived species? But he actually went to rob tombs, this is too... maybe it's just someone else's interest."

Jenkins's thoughts kept diverging. Although he didn't get very directional information, he at least understood that there must be a big secret behind those rings that shouldn't exist.

It happened that he had nothing to do today, so he thought about continuing to explore the secrets behind the rings.

It was good to wait for the old man to bring news about the church, but Jenkins could still go to the old elf's friends to ask about the situation.

After saying goodbye to Miss Silver Flute and repeatedly assuring that he would never disturb her life, Jenkins left the restaurant under the woman's worried eyes.

While Jenkins and Miss Silver Flute were talking, Chocolate had finished his lunch, so he naturally had no objection to Jenkins continuing to run around.

Anyway, he didn't need to walk himself.

In order to avoid the cultists of [The Whip of the Dead], the old elf now lives in a high-end rental apartment near the Sage Church. Jenkins was worried about being seen by his father, so he still came in disguise.

The closer to the city center, the more police patrols on the streets. Occasionally, you can see disguised church givers walking around, which is probably still part of the city-wide search.

When Jenkins pretended to be a pedestrian and turned into another street at the fire hydrant, he just passed by four men in a hurry. He pretended that nothing happened and continued to walk forward, and only looked back when he was sure that no one was watching him.

The four people were from the [Creation and Mechanics Church], three of whom Jenkins had seen before. They had been investigating the gift clock in Nolan. The other one was a brand new face. His memory of human faces was not very outstanding, but his memory of the gifted person's ability points was quite good.

"Could that be the Son of the God [Master Craftsman] that Captain Binsey mentioned? But why didn't he take a carriage in such a hurry?"

The Son of God has an extremely high status in religion. Except for Sons like Jenkins who are still in their growth period and whose identities are concealed, the style of the general Son of God's travel can be compared to that of the Pope or the King.

"Why haven't you left Nolan yet? Is he going to continue investigating the clock here? No, it's just a small matter for the Son of God. The [Creation and Mechanics Church] will not arrange for the Son of God to stay in Nolan for such a thing... What exactly is he here for?"

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it for the time being. Anyway, you will definitely get the answer if you have the chance to ask Miss Befanna. Jenkins temporarily gave up thinking about this matter and looked up at the window of the apartment rented by the old elf Bruce Lacrys Sienold.

Fortunately, he was at home, and in the kitchen (a building structure that combines the kitchen and the dining room), probably having lunch.

I knocked on the door of the apartment and successfully met the old elf. He obviously had a way to find out who Jenkins was in disguise, which seemed to be related to the elf bloodline.

The old elf politely invited Jenkins to have lunch with him, but Jenkins refused on the excuse that he had already eaten.

"You actually eat meat?"

Jenkins said in surprise when he saw the elf's lunch.

"Do you also believe those human assumptions about elves' recipes, that elves are pure vegetarians and never use metal products?"

the old elf asked with a smile.

"Not using metal products is too exaggerated. If it is true, it can only mean that the elves have hereditary metal allergies... But I have always thought that elves rarely eat meat, and even if they do, it will not be... ..."

He pointed to the steak, medium rare.

"The diets of elves and humans are basically the same, except that we can use fruits as our staple food, and there will be less meat... But there is basically no difference. Most of the statements in stories and legends are wrong. And ridiculous remarks.”

Chapter 1131 Chapter 1112 Memories (2/10)

Before Jenkins could tell him the reason for his visit, the old elf took the initiative to say that he had found the thousand-year-old wood heart that Jenkins needed to configure the potion.

Although the elf was unwilling to explain the function of the potion to Jenkins, in addition to constantly encouraging Jenkins to prepare the potion on the next full moon night, he also kept hinting that after taking the potion, Jenkins might be able to obtain his The answer I've been looking for.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would randomly take potions that don't work? Only a madman would do such a dangerous thing."

Jenkins was not angry either, and said happily while sitting on the sofa and using [Origin of Life] to revive the dying flower in the apartment.

Seeing the dead plant blooming directly in Jenkins' hands, the elf's eyes trembled. He resisted the urge to salute, and still stood in the kitchen pretending to be casually preparing the tea set, and continued chatting with Jenkins:

"But you have gathered all the ingredients for that potion, but I don't believe that you can resist your curiosity and not configure it. Young man, even among pure-blood elves, my age is It can be called a rare advanced age. I have lived longer than you imagine. I can tell what kind of person you are at a glance... Speaking of which, where did you get the unicorn hair? ? I remember that all the unicorns in the material world should have been taken away. Your potion requires active hair, and the kind that has been treasured for thousands of years is useless. "

"Ang~"

Amidst the sound of glass breaking, the space wall in front of Jenkins cracked and then shattered. The unicorn shouting happily raised its head and came to the material world. Its noble horn and pure white hair seemed to have the magic power to light up the dark room.

"Oh, the flowers~"

The old elf whispered softly and never asked any more questions.

The thousand-year-old wood heart he found for Jenkins was the wood heart of a relatively common cypress tree. Although common, it is only relatively speaking. This material can become a treasure in the hands of any benefactor.

The old elf didn't ask Jenkins to pay. Although Jenkins didn't want to take advantage of him, he didn't say anything in the end, thinking of finding a good opportunity to repay him.

The elf repeatedly asked Jenkins about his plan for configuring the potion and the steps that had been completed, and only ended the topic after confirming that there were no mistakes. He seemed quite certain that Jenkins would definitely configure the potion. Of course, this idea was not wrong.

The called unicorn was unwilling to go back immediately, and the old elf Siam Nord didn't seem to care if it stayed in the house. On the contrary, Mr. Siam Nord liked this little beast very much and got him a lot of fresh fruits, even more than he got for chocolate.

But fortunately Chocolat had just had lunch and was now enjoying a nice nap, so the elf wasn't too unlucky by this move.

"Jenkins, why did you come to visit me? I think you should know that there are some questions you are destined to not get answers to from me."

The old elf asked as he sat down and wiped his hands with a towel.

"No, not for those questions, but for this."

He handed the photo of the ring to the old elf, who did not know that Camael, the royal family of the ancient empire, was punished by God. After all, the alien species had already migrated outside the material world at that time, and it was only in this era that the old elves came to the material world.

While observing the photos, Siam Nord listened to Jenkins explain the relationship between the ring and the Kamel family. When he heard about the lovebird's wooden comb and the terrifying love curse, he showed an expression of shock and doubt as expected by Jenkins. ; And when he finally got the origin of the ring, he showed surprise and panic.

"Things that were supposed to be destroyed by divine punishment actually appeared? Jenkins, I don't know what the humans of your time would think about this, but in the past classics I read, if ancient humans encountered such a thing, But you have to use blood sacrifice to apologize to the gods."

The old elf said this, looking down at the photo again, focusing on the part of the inner circle of text that was enlarged by Jenkins' reading and writing.

"This is no longer the barbaric era, and the gods are easy to talk to...at least the sages are like that."

"That's because of your special status."

The old elf muttered.

"Special status? What is my special status?"

Jenkins frowned and asked. He did get the favor of the sage because of the special status of the Son of God, but the problem was that the old elf Sienord should not know this.

"I didn't say anything."

The latter answered vaguely, and immediately found an idea to distract him before Jenkins asked again:

"Since you said that my friend old Ryan Sam also has such a ring, I suddenly remembered that I did see him wearing the same style of ring decades ago. But it was a long time ago, I'm not sure..."

The elf pondered, and then motioned Jenkins to wait. He stood up and walked to his bedroom, and soon came back with a wooden box as big as a washbasin.

Jenkins helped him put the wooden box on the coffee table, and after opening it, there was a closed music box inside. The music box is silver-white, and the surface is decorated with rubies and sapphires. The silver line depicts the appearance of flourishing vines at the seams of the lid, making this music box look more noble.

Unlike ordinary music boxes, in addition to the lid for opening, there is also a small drawer on the side of the box. The drawer now appeared half-open, at least in Jenkins' opinion, there was nothing inside.

"B-03-5-2996 [Memory Music Box], a Class B supernatural being specifically used to accurately read memories. I bought it sixty-nine years ago and never used it. I wanted to use it to recall my hometown and childhood before I died. Now it seems that it will be kept for a few more years... Let's not talk about this. We can use it to read a certain part of my memory, and more intuitively determine whether Ryan Sam had a ring that should not have existed thirty years ago."

"Read memory? Why not a stone basin engraved with runes and symbols?"

Jenkins said something in his heart that only he could understand, and then watched the old elf pull out the drawer on the music box completely, then put his right index finger on the empty drawer, and held the needle in his left hand with his eyes closed.

The elf frowned as if he was trying to recall a memory. After a long time, he pierced his finger with his eyes closed, and a drop of red blood immediately fell, and turned into a green liquid after accurately entering the small drawer.

Chapter 1132 Chapter 1113 Thirty Years Ago (Part 1) (3/10)

"The biggest disadvantage of this item that can read memories is that it requires the user to use it voluntarily. It seems to be able to directly determine whether the user is forced or induced. So its value has changed from a prop that can be used for interrogation to a toy that can only watch memories."

As he closed the drawer while speaking, Jenkins immediately observed that the already strong blue aura became even more dazzling.

"1, 2, 3!"

The old elf counted three numbers loudly, and when he noticed that Jenkins, the unicorn and the cat were ready, he suddenly opened the lid of the music box.

Bang~

A small metal tree stood up, and then the music box made a pleasant sound. The sound was melodious and pleasant, like a rolling jade bead that made people unable to divert their attention.

The wind suddenly appeared in the closed room. In the gentle music, the clouds and mist swept by the wind quickly submerged all the objects except the elf, Jenkins, the cat and the unicorn. When the fog dissipated, although the music was still ringing in my ears, the high-end apartment and the music box had disappeared.

Although the vision in front of me has been restored, it is still as blurry as if it was covered in a layer of fog. This is a bit like Nolan's daily morning, the morning fog shrouds everything, but it does not hinder the vision very much.

Jenkins looked at the old elf, but he didn't expect that he didn't speak, but raised his finger to make a silent gesture, and then looked forward.

"What do you mean? Can the people in my memory still hear our voices?"

Jenkins thought in surprise, and then began to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a warm study room, and the flames in the fireplace are like elves, happily dancing on the stacked burning wood. Outside the window with a pot of cactus is the vast night, and the heavy snow like goose feathers falls from the sky to put on winter clothes for the city.

It's just that the night here is not troubled by the lingering fog. I think in the old elf's memory of this era, the steam industry has not yet developed to let human sins pollute the world.

The only "person" in the room was the elf Siamnod who was sitting at the desk reading a book. He looked almost the same thirty years ago as he did thirty years later. If there was a difference, except for his hairstyle, Siamnod, who had been treated by Jenkins, looked younger.

The owner of the study room didn't care about the rude guests in the room at all. He probably didn't see these strange visitors.

"A Guide to Cultivating Black Pine (Complete Edition)."

Jenkins read the title of the book in the old elf's hand in his memory, and felt that he was not surprised that the old man would read such a book in a neat study with a serious face.

Dong Dong Dong~

There was a knock on the door, and then the person outside the door pushed the door open and walked in, as if the knock was just to let the person inside know that someone was coming. The person who walked in was naturally the old elf's friend Harama Lanesam. Compared with him thirty years ago, he who visited the old elf for his will thirty years later had not changed at all because of the years.

"I remember Mr. Siamnod said that although Mr. Ryan Sam is a human, his bloodline is very special. Could he also be a long-lived species... um, a long-lived species? Could it be that..."

"Siam Nord, the lease term of the house is coming up. If you don't pay your share of the rent, we will have no choice but to move to that shabby house in the countryside."

The old man who walked in said politely, and Jenkins noticed that he was wearing a pair of flat glasses, which were very expensive decorations thirty years ago when the steam industry was not yet developed.

"It's not bad there. I like the scenery in the countryside very much."

The elf who was reading the book answered his friend's words casually, and then turned the book to the next page with his slender fingers. He read with gusto.

"But you know, that house in the country belongs to me! Oh, Siam Nord, what exactly are you saving up for? Why don't you join in our plan?"

The grumpy old man yelled like this, because his facial expressions moved too much, and his eyes slid slightly from the bridge of his nose. Mr. Linesam subconsciously stretched out the middle finger of his right hand to push it, so the ring on his finger clearly appeared in front of Jenkins.

"It's that ring! No, no, although it looks similar, it doesn't belong to any of the ones I saw!"

Amidst the music of the music box, the two people, whose memories were slightly vague, continued to argue. Jenkins bent over and observed the ring on the old man's naturally hanging finger with an inelegant posture, further confirming that he had indeed not seen the ring. Yes, but it should be one of the ten rings dad mentioned.

He didn't know how to express this view, so he could only shake his head at the old elf. The latter didn't know how to understand this action. With a slight wave of his right hand, the continuous music in his ears immediately changed. The originally cheerful music was instantly filled with an ethereal and strange feeling.

Thick fog came from all directions and flooded the small study, and the sounds of the quarrel between the two friends disappeared little by little.

When the thick fog lifted again, the second memory began. The moon hung high in the sky, surrounded by towering tombstones. Jenkins has been here before. This is a public cemetery on the outskirts of Nolan, where the entire Willemte family visited during the New Year holidays.

Jenkins, the unicorn, the cat and the elf stood among the tombstones. Standing face to face on the path between the cemeteries was the old elf and his friends. The protagonist remains the same, but the season seems to have changed to a midsummer night.

Looking up at the twin moons in the sky, they are also blurry in the world of memory.

"Lensam, I warned you, don't be greedy! Don't be greedy!"

The old elf, wrapped in his coat, yelled loudly. His voice spread far in this silent night, frightening the crows standing on the tree branches in the distance. The crow flapped its wings and flew over Jenkins' head, flying towards the blurred horizon in the distance.