The Master of the Strange Realm

"So fast?"

The female voice asked in a low voice, full of distrust.

Chapter 104 Chapter 101 Mr. White Birch

Jenkins smiled: "He's just a first-level benefactor. What kind of effort can he waste? I followed him for a day in disguise and saw him go to an antique store, talk to the newsboy on the roadside, and carry a box to deliver goods. I paid the steam fee for next month and walked into the sewer black market in disguise in the afternoon. Is it okay to use this as a basis for judgment? "

This was indeed Jenkins' itinerary yesterday, and the steam fee was for the antique store. He did go to the black market in order to prepare for the night's operation, so these words are completely true.

"So, he is really an illegal benefactor?"

"I don't know if it's illegal or not, but he must be the one who gave me the gift. If you don't believe me, you can test it yourself. You should know his real identity, right? You are really a handsome young man, but be careful not to reveal it."

"Don't try to find out my identity."

The young lady's voice suddenly became cold, and Jenkins spread his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"This time Mr. Birchwood still hasn't come, and everyone has given up waiting for him. The way to determine the time of the next gathering will be changed to the first letter of the first word of the third news item in "Nolan Daily" next Monday. The order in the alphabet, plus the date of next Monday, is the time of the next meeting."

"Thank you very much."

Jenkins nodded with satisfaction, silently praying for Mr. Birch again, that he might not appear again.

"Anything new at the party?"

he asked.

Miss Bai Ling did not speak, but stretched out her black-gloved hand and twisted it towards Jenkins.

The latter laughed.

"Hmph~"

He took out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it away.

"Moonstone fragments? You have the nerve to take out three shillings a dram?"

The man shrugged and told a lie casually:

"In order to raise funds for the item I traded with you recently, I have run out of savings."

The black gauze glove fabric rubbed against the bottle, his arm tilted slightly, and the bottle slid into the cuff.

"The biggest news is the incident at the hospital. Mr. Magic was distrustful because of the church's 'temporary' search of me, but Mr. Hood convinced everyone."

"that's it?"

"No, Mr. Hood said that he heard from another party that on the night when the man in black robe went to the hospital, earlier, someone found a suspicious person in front of the night watchman's house in [Sunless Moon], and The night watchman is one of those possessed by evil spirits."

"oh."

Jenkins nodded, "It's very suspicious. It can't be such a coincidence, right? What do you think?"

"We don't have any opinions yet. The men in black robes are extremely resistant to divination, and the suspicious person that night cannot be found through divination. You should have some thoughts on this, right?"

The woman had something to say, and Jenkins deliberately gave a suspicious smile of "hey hey hey."

Nolan City is a place with four distinct seasons, but the nights in September are already a little cool. After politely bidding farewell to Miss Lark, Jenkins returned home full of thoughts.

"It's a bit tiring to live."

He said softly, turned the gas lamp on the wall to the smallest light, pulled off his shirt, and threw himself on the bed.

He tilted his head and looked at the pen and paper on the table. The plan for the next book was about to begin. The more money he made, the more he realized how poor he was. I really hoped that there would be pie-in-the-sky things in this world.

Of course, there will always be an evil god or cultist behind such stories, and the end result may be corpses in the shallow sea outside the dock area, or the dirty sewers underground in Nolan.

In the next few days, Jenkins fully expected Miss Hesha to come back to test him, but in fact no one showed up, and she seemed to have forgotten about it.

On Saturday morning, my father took a few pages and looked through them carefully. After Jenkins finished copying the tadpole essay, he felt energized. After placing the protective products on one shelf, he tilted his body and looked towards his father.

"Don't be so curious, this is last month's death report."

"What?"

Dad used the word "death" too lightly.

"It is the death list of illegal benefactors in this diocese. The five churches will compile statistics once a month, and then summarize the data. It is a way to judge the peace and stability of the diocese."

As he spoke, he handed the information to Jenkins.

A lot of things happened in Nolan City last month, but less than ten unregistered Gifters died. Probably the base is too small, or the church itself has limited information.

Ignoring the gangster antique dealer Brown and the flesh puppet that was killed by inferior spells, a familiar red cloud symbol appeared in front of him, which represented the soul emblem of the deceased.

"Mr. Birchwood?"

Jenkins was shocked and put his hand down gently. Although I had already guessed this result, I still felt inexplicably sad.

The gentleman's real name was not mentioned in the information, but the cause of death was written in great detail. He encountered A-01-2-0198 by chance on that crazy rainy night, and knowing what it was, he happily chose to refuse the transaction. On the third day after the rainy night, he passed away in his home because of the sudden appearance of vines in his body. He left a suicide note, confessed his identity, and left some valuable information in the hope that the church would treat his family well.

"Is this so..."

Jenkins closed his eyes and didn't open them until three minutes later.

"I didn't see Brut, the Ice Bringer. Is he not dead yet?"

"Worse than death."

Dad knocked on the wooden table. This is a habit in the Kingdom of Fidictry. Knocking on the wood when talking about something bad can prevent it from happening to him.

"He was almost drained of all his soul by the little flower girl, and his attempt to sacrifice himself to the evil god caused harm to his body. In addition, he refused the flower deal, and the vines burst out of his body... ....Tsk, that look would give anyone nightmares. But the church wanted to use him to track down the [Light Chaser Club], so it used special means to hang his life."

"Goddess bless you."

Jenkins prayed subconsciously.

"this is for you."

Dad patted his head and handed over a ticket with a euphonium pattern printed on it.

"Wangli Opera House? Still the best box? Did Dad get rich? There hasn't been any big revenue in the store recently, right?"

When Robert and Mary came to visit Jenkins with the letter that day, they were planning to go to the Royal Opera House, so he also had some knowledge of the place.

"I didn't buy this. Do you remember the harmonica you got from the flesh puppet?"

He again mentioned an incident from last month.

PS: Mr. Barnard didn’t mean to be detrimental to Jenkins, he just didn’t expect that he would really shatter into nothingness after his death. Chocolate looked at him mockingly, and the reason will be spoiled if I tell you the reason. When that chapter comes, I will give you a hint at the end of the chapter.

Also: I changed the introduction.

Section 105 Chapter 102 Opera

"B-05-2-0123, [Suicide's last chant]?"

"Yes, through the divination of the item itself, some unexpected discoveries were made. The harmonica was not brought out of the strange environment, but was naturally produced [supernatural]. This is very abnormal. It is still ordinary. The last owner of the property is the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe, which is performing at the Wangli Opera House in Nolan City this week. The church hopes to test it out first, and the specific matters will be completed by subsequent professionals. "

"What do I have to do?"

Jenkins looked through the bills in his hand, one thing after another.

"You don't have to do anything, just listen like a normal audience. You are not the only one who got the ticket. All you need is to test it out, just treat it as a normal activity."

"Dad, aren't you going? Why the private room?"

"It was originally the most ordinary seat downstairs, but Miss Bevanna added some gold pounds and replaced it with the best box. She said that this is a gift from your book fan, and thanks for the signature last night, she is very happy Love your story.”

"But, my parents have already seen the performance a few days ago, who should I take?"

Dad showed an expression of hatred for steel:

"Hey, don't you have any friends of the same age that you are familiar with? Where are your book fans? If you just invite anyone, will anyone really refuse?"

"Sir, aren't you just making things difficult for me?"

On Saturday evening, Jenkins arrived at the Wangli Opera House on the outskirts of the city wearing his most expensive formal suit and carrying a cane. Originally, he wanted Dad to take care of the chocolate, but for some reason it kept wandering around today, so Jenkins could only take it with him.

He stepped out of the carriage holding his black top hat down.

Keep the change, please.

After handing the correctly calculated banknotes and coins to the driver, the cat jumped onto Jenkins' shoulder.

Even without electricity, the opera house still glows brightly under the stars at night. It is said that a two-hour opera consumes three thousand candles, but the opera house can still make a lot of money from ticket sales.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies walked out of the carriage together, holding their arms, and walked up the red carpet on the long steps in front of the Opera House.

People greeted each other, talked and laughed and praised the masters who will perform tonight. The men harangue about current affairs, and the women deliberately display their jewelry and jewelry under the lights and judge each other's clothing.

In contrast, Jenkins, who came alone with his cat, was an anomaly.

The opera house waiters responsible for guiding stood in front of the marble door pillars, checked everyone's tickets, and led the distinguished guests to their seats. They wore red coats with golden ears of wheat hanging from their shoulders and hanging from shining buttons around their chests.

It is said that the owner of the Opera House is a believer in the Mother Goddess of the Earth, so most of the decorations here are very similar to the Church of the Mother Goddess.

"Good evening, Mr. Willamette!"

As soon as Jenkins took out his slightly ornate ticket, the young waiter closest to him immediately took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"you know me?"

"Yes, sir, we have a record of every distinguished guest who has reserved a box. Please follow me, your box is over here."

Following the waiter, he walked through the glittering hall, walked up the long spiral staircase, passed the corridor decorated with exquisite statues, armor and oil paintings, and ended up in the room where the two of them hung the golden nameplate 012.

There is a huge sofa in the room. In front of the sofa is a wooden coffee table with a fruit plate, red wine and goblets. Further forward, there is a half-cut wall, from which you can clearly see the stage.

There were crowds of people below, men in suits and women in formal dresses taking their seats one by one. Looking to the side, there are several private rooms with balconies like here, but the owner has not been seen yet.

Chocolate jumped lightly on the coffee table, playing with the apple and rolling it around with her paws.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of it."

Jenkins could see the waiter's worry at a glance. He handed him his hat and coat and hung them on the hanger by the door. He placed his cane on the sofa and picked up the small and exquisite golden telescope. In order to see clearly Every detail on stage, this is a must-have.

"If you need anything, please feel free to see me. We'll be standing by in the hallway."

Jenkins nodded in understanding, then sat down with a sigh.

"In the end I came alone."

He touched the chocolate's fur, looked at the red wine bottle, and then put it down.

"An opera is an opera, just take a break. But I wasted time tonight, and I am falling behind on the progress of the story. I originally wanted to finish reading Dad's book, and there are still rituals to practice."

He mumbled about his plan while Chocolate tried hard to move the apple forward with his nose.

Bang~

Click~

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open, then closed hard, and finally locked.

Jenkins subconsciously picked up the cane and turned around, only to see Miss Hesha, who was wearing a blue dress and a yellow corset, with long red hair and a gem headband shining in the light, looking at her seriously.

"The heels are beautiful."

It took Jenkins a long time to hold back such a sentence.

"Why are you here?"

She looked angry.

"An acquaintance of my father gave him a ticket. He didn't want to attend the opera, so he gave it to me."

he explained, then asked, "Why are you here too?"

"Is it such a coincidence? The twenty-one-year-old Mr. Jenkins Willamette just happened to get a ticket, happened to be in great spirits and came here without any female companions, and happened to have a box next to us?"

She didn't answer the question, but pinched her waist and stretched out her head to scold him.

"We? Miss Michael is here too?"

"You are indeed interested in her."

The girl who was extra beautiful tonight pointed her finger at Jenkins, who took a step to the side to avoid the finger.

"Miss Hesha, please don't point your finger at me, it's rude. As a noble lady, your image tonight is somewhat inconsistent with what I know."