The Master of the Strange Realm

Feeney is Jenkins' first believer and a true believer. This was already clear when Jenkins obtained the priesthood of "Patron of the Pygmalion".

Now, as long as he is close to Feini, or he closes his eyes and imagines Feini's existence, Jenkins can hear the messy thoughts in her heart and understand her deepest desire.

Because of this, Jenkins was able to understand the girl's sadness.

But he didn't know whether Feeney was aware of who she believed in. She went to church as usual every day, participated in prayers to the sages, and sang hymns in the choir. But she would also read Jenkins' name in her heart once or twice every morning and evening, and Jenkins could feel it every time.

On Monday, it was Miss Audrey and Miss Bronyance who brought her back to the church. The fortune tellers used a good reason to explain that Fini was out during the church closure, so she did not get into trouble. .

"Sir, do you think Louise can become a star? When I was a child, my mother told me that kind people can become shining stars in the night sky once they die."

This is of course the imagination of mortals. Except for those stars whose astral power is projected into the night sky of the material world, all other stars represent gods.

Chapter 1171 Chapter 1152 A Little Story in the Rain

The patter of spring rain hit the ground and the hearts of the two people in the corridor.

"Louise is a good kid. Maybe she went to a better place, better than the stars."

Jenkins stretched out his hand to catch the rain, and the silver-like raindrops splashed everywhere when they touched his hand. He accidentally wet the cat's fur, and it made a whimpering sound, but seeing that Jenkins was talking to others, he Didn't express his dissatisfaction.

"What better place than the stars... Sir, will I really ever see Louise again?"

If the torrential rain could be as heavy as Jenkins's mood, then the ground would have been riddled with holes. Even the most complex combination of words could not describe Jenkins' mood at this moment.

For a moment, he really wanted to tell Finny about Louise's transformation into an angel. But reason told him that this was a church. Even if the sage most likely knew his identity, he could never talk about such things in the sage's church.

"You will meet again, I swear, you will have the opportunity to meet Louise again while we are still in the material world. I promise you, Feeney, to Jenkins Redemption William Special guarantee, it will definitely happen!”

Feeney stubbornly held back her tears and nodded, holding Jenkins' hand and watching the heavy rain outside the corridor with him.

"Sir, is life always so difficult? I have no parents, no relatives, and now I don't even have my best friend."

This question is a bit too profound, and Jenkins believes that he cannot answer this question perfectly. If he can usually recite more sentences that seem to make sense and have good diction, then it would be a good idea to take out those words that he doesn't understand at this moment.

But Jenkins felt that he should use his own understanding to answer this question. He hoped that Feeney could establish a reasonable outlook on life and values ​​at such an age.

"The difficulty of life is a test given to us by fate. Although many people think that people who talk about fate are usually negative people, fate really exists in this world. Fate will never treat anyone kind-heartedly. People, this is one of the reasons why I like this world... Feini, loneliness is an experience given to mortals by fate. No matter how many difficulties you encounter in your future life, never be depressed... ..and I will always be by your side.”

The small hand held the big hand, and Jenkins felt mixed emotions. Fate has given Fini too many hardships. Although there are many peers in the world who are more miserable than her, Jenkins can't stand this kind of thing.

Feeney did not look up at Jenkins again, but nodded silently, holding his hand and looking at the rain ahead. The cat meowed boredly, trying to get Jenkins' attention, but Jenkins paid no attention to it.

"Sir, are you lonely?"

After an unknown amount of time, Feini asked in a low voice. This question was equally difficult for Jenkins to answer. He recalled the question he had with Lensam Kamel that day at the old elf's house.

"Do you remember the name of my first book?"

He chose not to answer but asked his own question.

"Stories from a Stranger."

Children of this age generally like Jenkins’ fairy tale books.

"To the world, everyone who is new is a stranger. We have to spend our lives adapting to the life of a stranger, even if we are lonely and helpless, even if everyone has malicious intentions, even if we can't tell a single secret in our heart Come out, we will always survive. Mortals spend their whole lives transforming themselves from strangers into residents who truly belong to this world, and firmly integrate themselves into this world..."

"Then death?"

The girl rarely interrupted when Jenkins was talking.

"Yes, then death comes. There is not much meaning in life. Living alone is an experience that every life must have, but some people are shorter and some are longer. But the happiness that comes after loneliness, That is the best happiness..."

He was silent for a moment, then continued:

"I am also very young and it is difficult to understand life and the meaning of life. You can regard what I just said as pretentious and innocent **."

Jenkins denied what he said before. Feeney raised her head and looked at the young man in confusion, not understanding why he said that.

"Phini, this is not a stable materialistic world. Everything is possible in this world. It is true that everything is possible. Do you believe in miracles?"

The girl didn't know how to answer, so she had to remain silent.

Jenkins dug into his pocket and found the oranges he had brought from the room for the cat. Under Chocolate's dissatisfied look, he dug out the orange seeds and walked directly into the rain.

Looking back at Feeney, Jenkins wiped the rain off his face, then threw the orange seeds aside into the soft soil.

"Fini, there are miracles in this world. The dead may resurrect, the sun may rise from the west, mortals can fly under their own power, and even poor strangers can find their home... Life is controllable, and life is reversible.”

He stepped on the ground beneath his feet, and the green light jumped like a flame in the pouring rain. The rain and light mixed together, and the sudden brilliance made Feini couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Against the force of the rain, the tenacious little tree emerges from the soil; against the sound of the wind, the lush branches and leaves stretch out in all directions; against the season, small fruits are covered with branches; against the time, in the heavy rain, the branches are covered with flowers. A tall and tall tree with plump oranges appeared in the courtyard.

"Sir, come back quickly, you'll catch a cold."

Finny shouted to him.

"Because this world has miracles, I won't catch a cold. I really like it here, Finny, I like everything here."

Jenkins, who was soaked, reached out and picked two oranges, then returned to the cloister while drying himself.

He handed the fruit to the girl next to him, and the girl looked up at him, "Sir, I believe there are miracles in this world, and you are my miracle."

She looked into Jenkins' eyes stubbornly, and the emotion in her eyes even made Jenkins a little scared. Jenkins forced a smile, peeled the orange and divided it between Feeney, the chocolate and himself.

He turned to look at the rain in the courtyard. In fact, he didn't know whether he, a stranger, could really find a home here.

PS: So you should have guessed where Louise is now...

Chapter 1172 Chapter 1153 Collection of Shabby Stories

"Jenkins, there is an orange tree in the church courtyard. Do you know what that is?"

This was a conversation that took place early on Thursday morning. When Jenkins was still thinking about studying the worn storybook of Len Sam, his father asked very abruptly.

Jenkins was stunned for a moment, then laughed sheepishly.

"I knew it was you. Although your intention to help the church with greening construction is good, if you really want to plant trees, it's best not to choose orange trees. I have never heard of anyone using orange trees as Ornamental trees.”

Dad was mumbling while peeling the eggs. He was still angry about Jenkins "raising" the [Lost Butterfly] in the store, so he spoke a little rudely.

"I still don't understand why old Jack would give you such a dangerous thing. Maybe I should ask him next time when I write a letter. He probably still has the idea of ​​​​letting you become his apprentice."

"You gave me that beautiful butterfly because I helped him catch more."

Jenkins replied, and now the glass bottle containing the lost butterfly is still on Jenkins' bedside in the church residence, and Chocolate will observe it every day. Of course, Jenkins is certain that this cat is definitely not observing butterflies with the attitude of scientific research...magical research.

"I think you'd better get rid of it as soon as possible, whether it's used as a ritual consumable, traded on the black market, or even fed as chocolate. It's too dangerous to keep this kind of thing around."

Dad neatly stacked the broken eggshells in the corner of the dinner plate, and the cat nodded quickly. Jenkins thought it understood Dad's suggestion.

"I would have gotten rid of it as soon as possible, but that butterfly really helped me."

Jenkins thought his father’s reaction to [Lost Butterfly] was a little big, but he also had a point. So that poor little butterfly probably won't stay in Jenkins' hands for too long.

After lunch, Miss Bevanna sent someone to inform Jenkins that the Holy Son of [Church of Creation and Mechanism] would meet with him this afternoon.

The meeting place is not the Church of the Sage. The visit of the Holy Son of the Aberrant God to the church is a big event, so you must be fully prepared. But now the church is so busy that there is no time to prepare those etiquettes, so the afternoon meeting is arranged in a cafe near the church, with a complete team of scribes responsible for Jenkins' security.

Taking advantage of the time in the morning, Jenkins chatted with Feeney for a while about tomorrow's funeral, and then returned to his bedroom to continue studying Ryan Sam Kamel's fairy tale book.

Dad's ban on him lasts until tomorrow, and he will have to visit Hathaway and Britney at that time. He will be very busy, so it is best to end the "Outlander" thing as soon as possible.

He has been "recuperating" in the church these days, and he has read the book more than once. This collection of realistic fairy tales is slightly scary, and its literary style is incomparable with Jenkins' "Tales from a Stranger". The book has a very faint aura, but its only specificity is that it cannot be destroyed.

The Church of Sages has the most thorough research on books, and there are a large number of methods and tips for finding out the secrets hidden in books. But those ordinary methods are of no use to this book. The old man Lensam has held this book for thirty years and has not discovered the secrets in it. It is definitely not because of his bad luck or stupidity.

"Maybe I should try dripping my own blood on it, but that's a bit risky. What if there's a curse on the book?"

The cat squinted one eye on the side and gnawed hard on the ring that sealed the Stone of Disaster. It had no time to pay attention to Jenkins' whims.

"Maybe I should give it a try."

He quickly found the silver knife used to make the ritual matrix. After simple disinfection, he used the sharp blade to make a small cut on his finger. However, after the blood dripped on the page, in addition to making the book look like Apart from being more tattered, it didn't play any role.

"Sure enough, it's not that simple..."

Jenkins sucked the finger and continued to meditate. He looked at the pattern on the cover of the old book. The lonely traveler turned his back to the outside of the book and walked towards the empty plain with heavy snow. He always thought that this painting was the key point.

"Meow~"

Chocolate gave up on the ring for the moment and jumped on the bed to stare at the butterfly in the bottle. The butterfly seemed to be frightened and fell motionless at the bottom of the bottle. The cat's eyes were full of malice.

"Stranger...is that the stranger on the cover? Do I want to enter the cover and talk to him? But it can't be done, it won't be that simple."

Jenkins slowly poured soul into the book, but there was still no response. He then summoned his monocle, and with the Eye of Truth open, he almost pressed his face against the cover of the book to observe.

This had some effect, and a faint aura actually revealed a line of text at the bottom of the book cover where the author's name should have been written:

[The night gives gifts to travelers, and the knight cuts down the flying birds with his sword. That is the story of autumn. 】

"A knight holds a sword, which symbolizes mercury in alchemy, which I have no systematic contact with. It seems that I have never seen an alchemist before; cutting down a flying bird, in the production of potions, this is quite famous [three evaporation and condensation] , and then apply evenly] means; the story of autumn...Autumn is most closely related to the righteous god [Traveler without a Trace]. The story of autumn in the Traveler Church symbolizes the single traveler in front of the bonfire. Reciting hymns, this has a very famous religious story corresponding to it; the night gives gifts, and time is night.”

He paused, then concluded:

"In the dark of night, apply the prepared mercury that has evaporated and condensed three times on the surface of this book, and then recite what you saw alone in front of the fire... Damn it, who else but me Is it too difficult to be able to see this kind of prompt? That’s not right. Maybe some magic eyes or rituals can allow the grantors to see the aura temporarily.”

He was quickly convinced of his inference, because judging from the last story in this book, the last holder of [Stranger] was the most devout believer of the righteous god [Traveler without a Trace], and Proficient in alchemy and potions, this is in line with those code words.

This means that Jenkins only needs to wait for midnight to fall, and dealing with mercury is actually not troublesome.

This was a big deal. Although Jenkins thought that there might be more trouble after reading at midnight, that was not something that should be considered now.

In the afternoon, he met Mr. Matthew Greif, the holy son of the strange god, in the cafe near the church on time.

Chapter 1173 Chapter 1154 The Son/Oracle

Because the Sons were to meet in the cafe, the cafe was cleared early. Of course, on such a rainy afternoon, there weren't many people in the cafe, so it wasn't considered a "nuisance".

Mr. Gref, who was much older than Jenkins, arrived early, so Jenkins opened the door and saw him. It was a handsome man with sharp eyes. Before Jenkins walked in, he was folding the napkin out of boredom; when Jenkins sat across from him, the napkin was folded into the shape of a bird and placed in the middle of the table.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Greif."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Willamette. It's an honor to meet you on such a wet afternoon. Would you like something to drink? I noticed that Nolan's cafes are happy to provide high-calorie drinks to their guests. I like this. a little."

Although they are very different in age and origin, the two talked as equals, and even Mr. Gref showed some subtle respect for Jenkins.

He met with Jenkins, partly because he was curious about who the strange Son of God was who was stationed in this city, and partly because of what happened on Monday.

"Mr. Williamt, you did a great job defeating the Angel of Fire in the end."

He expressed his curiosity very vaguely, and was curious about the power used by Jenkins. But regarding this matter, Jenkins could not answer him. The power of the sage he used in the state of the Son, and any secrets in him had nothing to do with it.

"Maybe it's because my physical fitness is better, so I can withstand more force."

He guessed casually, but it felt like he was mocking the other person's weak body when he said it out loud.

It is impossible for Gref to stay in Nolan for a long time. There is no church of the [Church of Creation and Mechanics] in this city. Maybe the church can arrange some people to stay secretly, but if the Son of God stays here for a long time, it will cause collective protests from the local church.

Therefore, the man who is talking to Jenkins at this moment will not affect Jenkins' life. After Jenkins and him met once, I am afraid they will not meet again for a long time.

"Speaking of which, the church's investigation of the gift clock has not made any progress. It only found that the owner of the watch shop is an important leader of the [Gear Craftsmen Association], who seems to be a high priest. Mr. William, Nolan is really an interesting city. I think they may encounter more troubles in the next investigation."

"Yes, this is indeed a very interesting city. For example, the huge activated gear steam giant last week, I wonder what you think of that thing?"

It was mentioned casually, but I didn't expect Mr. Gref to react so much.

"It's not nice to say that, but I think it's a great work of art, a great masterpiece... Oh, please don't look at me like that, I know it's a weirdo, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating the beauty of the machinery..."

Jenkins also agreed that it was a work of art, the order of the machinery and the disordered chaotic shapes of the weirdo were harmoniously combined, and mortals couldn't create that kind of thing.

"Speaking of which, Mr. William, what do you think of the mechanization of the human body? I think you should also know that the church is trying this."

"It's a bold idea, but I think it's better for the human body to be more natural."

Jenkins used a very implicit statement, in fact, he was quite opposed to non-biological transformation of the human body. For poor people whose bodies are disabled due to congenital or acquired reasons, mechanized prostheses are of course good, but Jenkins always feels that it will cause disaster to transform the human body for the purpose of obtaining powerful strength or similar reasons.

"It seems that I am really a more conservative person."

He thought so, then picked up the drink in front of him and drank a glass, noticing that the middle-aged man opposite him showed a thoughtful expression.

(Chocolate is running...)

Jenkins knew half a year ago that he was in a world where gods and humans were far apart but closely connected. Whether it was a true god or a false god, they could communicate or give instructions to their mortal believers in the form of oracles.

The True God Church has a tradition of training simple-minded girls as nun reserve, and among these girls, some lucky ones with special talents will be selected. After being confirmed to have the gift of a gifter, they will live peacefully in the church and will not be given any tasks, which is even easier than semi-civilian staff like Jenkins and Dad.