The Master of the Strange Realm

Miss Glasses enthusiastically invited Jenkins to go to Hot Spring Town, and Jenkins was also thinking about it. So the two cut some dead trees nearby to make stretchers, and set off with Mr. Stone.

On the way, Jenkins revealed some of his origins, but only said that he had just experienced a bad space transfer accident. Miss Glasses and Mr. Stone were locals, that is, people from Hot Spring Town. They knew in advance that there was a strange place here, but for various reasons, they did not report to the church, but chose to take the risk themselves.

Jenkins' harvest in this strange place was a painting. When he vomited just now, he noticed that the cat was squirming, and then he realized that there was a rolled-up canvas in his clothes.

Before his companions woke up, he had already checked the content of the painting, and it was the killing angel who was defeated on Monday this week.

Just like before, this is also a gift, but like the resurrection feather, it is a rare one-time gift. According to the information obtained when Jenkins' spirit contacted the canvas, he can summon the creature in the painting by tearing up the painting.

As for the strength of the summoned creature, it is related to the strength of the prototype and the summoner. Of course, although the summoned creature has a limited existence time, it is controllable.

The entrance to the strange land is located in an uninhabited valley about ten miles (about 1 km) outside the hot spring town. The snowfield that Jenkins thought was was just blocked by the wind and snow.

After walking out of the valley, you can find the town along the railroad tracks.

Although the journey is long, Jenkins and Miss Glasses are both gifted. In addition, they were lucky enough to encounter a train passing by with a whistle. After getting on the train, the speed of travel suddenly became faster.

Just as Miss Glasses said, although the hot spring town is just a town, its status is quite extraordinary. After the train entered the station, Jenkins noticed that there were a lot of people in the station, and after walking out of the station, he was even more shocked by the prosperity here.

He has seen the capital of the Kingdom of Hampavo, so he understands how precious the steamization and prosperity of the hot spring town are in the snowy northern country.

Seeing Jenkins's curious look, Miss Glasses invited Jenkins to visit her. But Jenkins hesitated and refused. He was going to the Sage Church in Hot Spring Town, and as an unregistered gifter, Miss Glasses and Mr. Stone had better not have anything to do with him.

The woman did not insist, after all, her top priority now was to rescue Mr. Stone. After they separated, Jenkins stood at the station entrance and looked out for a while. Instead of wandering around the town, he chose to go directly to the church.

As an important town in the North Country, Hot Spring Town has 7 of the Twelve Orthodox Churches setting up churches here, even more than Nolan.

Today is Saturday, and there is an endless stream of believers going to the church to pray and worship. When Jenkins took the curious cat through the main gate, the church guards did not pay special attention to him. Jenkins' young appearance and steady expression, He didn't look like a troublemaker.

Jenkins had never visited any other church in the diocese except the one in Charles. So after he followed the church members into the church, he didn't know who to look for.

He followed the crowd into the auditorium in the southern part of the complex. When he realized where he was, he was already sitting on a bench, listening to the sermon of the elderly priest.

He was lucky. Judging from his clothes, the old priest in front of him should be an important figure in the church. Jenkins sat there and listened for half an hour. When the priest stepped down and was about to rest, he left the stage in advance and stopped him in the corridor outside the auditorium.

"Sir, do you have anything to do?"

The priest was very polite, with a kind expression on his face, and he was not angry because of Jenkins' impolite obstruction.

"I..."

Jenkins hesitated as soon as he opened his mouth. He hesitated. If he said "I am the Son of God" directly, he didn't know whether the other party would believe him. He might think he was crazy. If he explained the complicated experience today, the ordinary people in front of him might not understand.

"I ran into some trouble, Father."

"Child, everyone will run into trouble. This is life, but mortals..."

"Father, it's actually like this."

He looked around furtively, and after confirming that there was no one else, he reached out and grabbed the priest's arm. The old priest's expression was very alert, probably because he misunderstood Jenkins's action.

The young writer put his right hand on his chest to block possible sight, and then activated his only divine power [Reading and Writing], but he did not completely make the power take shape, but only showed the nature of the spirit and the light and shadow effects.

The old priest was stunned. Although he was a mortal, he could also experience the unique characteristics of the sage's divine power, and then immediately understood that Jenkins was a scribe.

The next thing was much easier, because the gentleman in charge of the affairs of the gift of the hot spring town parish was not in the parish at present, so the priest took Jenkins to find the keeper of the parish.

The keeper chatted with Jenkins for a few words, and after confirming the whole story, he used special means to contact the Holy See.

Chapter 1188 Chapter 1168 The Journey to Loen

In the Sage Church of Hot Spring Town, the old keeper burned the letter sent to Beldiran, and then sat on the sofa in the reception room to chat with Jenkins. But before the two of them even left the boring topic of weather, the reply came back.

With a sharp sound, the fire flashed above the desk not far from the sofa, and the letter paper appeared out of thin air and automatically floated in front of the keeper.

"A reply so soon? So soon this time?"

The old man muttered something and then opened the letter. When I saw the first line of words, my hands trembled and I almost tore the letter.

He looked across the paper at Jenkins' face, then at the letter; then at Jenkins' face, then at the letter again.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions, then neatly folded the letter and tucked it into a book beside him. The secret keeper adjusted his sitting position and looked at the young man feeding the cat with fruit on the sofa again.

"Mr. Willamt?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, it's me. What did the Vatican say? Do you want me to take the steam train back? God, that's a trip across half a continent~"

"It's really you~ I mean, it's an honor to meet you. I never expected that a living Son of God would come to the Diocese of Hot Spring Town in person. I don't even know what to say..."

It can be seen that the old man wants to express his welcome with warm words, but he is worried that it will appear too artificial. He simply gave up the words of welcome and spoke the words of the Holy See:

"Saint William, the Holy See just sent instructions. They are very happy that you did not encounter any trouble and were able to successfully find the nearest Sage Church. The Diocese of Nolan reported your disappearance to Beldiran this morning. Fortunately, You showed up in time or there would have been a greater commotion.

The Holy See has instructed that you do not need to take the steam train back to Nolan. The Holy See will arrange a steam airship to pick you up in the Kingdom of Hampavo. However, you need to go to Loen City first and wait. After all, the steam airship cannot fly in the extreme climate near Hot Spring Town. The temperature here is not suitable for the operation of special models of steam furnaces... This is the letter, you can check it one time. "

The convenience brought by the identity of the Holy Son is unimaginable. After checking the soul emblem, Jenkins' identity was officially confirmed. In order to avoid causing a commotion, Jenkins did not let anyone in the church disclose his identity, but only talked with the local bishop.

By convention, most of the bishops of the diocese are elderly. The Diocese of Hot Spring Town is no exception. Even though this diocese only covers a small area of ​​Hot Spring Town, although the sparrow is small and well-organized, it still has the necessary rules.

There was a train leaving from Hot Spring Town to Loen City today. After Jenkins explained that he wanted to leave immediately, someone immediately helped him get a ticket for six o'clock in the evening.

The diocese of Hot Spring Town can only communicate with the Holy See through extremely expensive letters, but the diocese of Loen is different. As long as he reaches Loen, he may be able to contact Nolan through some other method.

Originally, the Diocese of Hot Spring Town wanted to send a few people to escort Jenkins to Loen, but Jenkins politely refused. He said that he is a fourth-level gifter and has rich combat experience. Although this place is a bit strange to him, no one in the local area knows him, let alone anyone planning to harm him.

Instead of attracting attention with an escort, it's better to travel alone. The trip from Hot Spring Town to Loen only took two nights and one day, so it was not a big deal.

"But this is against the rules. When you come to us, we must pay attention to it after all."

The old bishop said in embarrassment that after confirming Jenkins' identity, he stayed with Jenkins and even proposed to organize a small lecture meeting for Jenkins to explain the sage's scriptures to the local priests and priests.

"It doesn't matter. Don't pay too much attention to me. You can treat me as an ordinary believer who comes here to travel. And there is always peace around me, so there won't be any big problems."

In this way, Jenkins said goodbye to the group of people who escorted him to the station that afternoon, and boarded the train to Loon City to start a new journey. It was a pity not to travel and sightsee in the bustling hot spring town, so he bought some tourist souvenirs near the station and planned to give them to his friends after returning to Nolan.

After confirming that all the luggage was delivered to the box in good condition, Jenkins sat on the soft bed. Only now did he begin to wonder about the magical experience of this day. This morning was obviously so... It was really hard to imagine that in the evening we had crossed half a continent and were preparing for a train trip in the ice-covered Northland.

And remembering the origin of all this, I lowered my head and saw the cat lying comfortably on the pillow.

His eyes narrowed subconsciously, because he encountered a strange situation as soon as he transferred, and the cat's mistake had not yet been punished. So he reached out and poked the cat, which was squinting and wondering if it was asleep. The cat replied lazily:

"Meow~"

It swung its front paws to pry Jenkins' fingers away and let out a lazy cry, but it was more like a yawn.

"I feel like you kicked over the glass bottle on purpose in the morning. To be honest, what exactly did you want to do?"

Jenkins asked, then feeling a little silly talking to a cat.

Of course, the cat ignored the man's question and still lay comfortably on the pillow. Although it doesn’t like to travel away from home for too long, at least a comfortable mat can still make the cat comfortable.

As for the butterflies, that sort of thing doesn't matter at all.

"Don't play with butterflies anymore."

Jenkins continued to talk, feeling more and more foolish that he was acting foolishly. He suspected that his highly intelligent cat was pretending to be stupid, but looking at Chocolate's silly look, he felt that it was not that kind of cat.

And since he was in Shire, Jenkins knew that this cat hated stray butterflies. What happened in the morning was actually surprising but not unexpected.

In the end, the warning to chocolate was not fulfilled, and Jenkins was reluctant to teach it a lesson. So he could only threaten to deprive it of its food rations. The cat fussed for a while and then lay down again, giving Jenkins the illusion that he was being comforted by the cat.

"Forget it, I'll punish it when I get back to Nolan. I definitely can't let it get into the habit of destroying things wantonly!"

Now both the man and the cat are in the Hampavo Kingdom, which can be regarded as "smuggling". Jenkins originally had the habit of leaving the phantom in the closet at home, but when he was at the cemetery on Friday morning, in order to prevent unnecessary fighting, he temporarily removed the shadow in the closet and set up a new phantom in the cemetery.

When he left the cemetery, in order to prevent rumors of haunting the cemetery, he canceled the phantom. After that, he did not go home and stayed at Hathaway's place all night, so now he can't even if he wants to take the initiative to return to Nolan. .

Chapter 1189 Chapter 1169 Special Treats

Listening to the loud noise of the train in my ears, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy when I thought about being thousands of miles away from Nolan. Jenkins sat at the desk in the box and looked out at the rolling snow-capped mountains and snowfields, lamenting his misfortune today.

"Is this to compensate for last night's luck, so bad luck comes at such a perfect time?"

He originally planned to ask Hathaway to go to the theater with him tomorrow, but now all plans have come to nothing.

The cat's big eyes stared at Jenkins for a while before looking away.

Shortly after the train started, and before Jenkins could open the "Hampavo Travel Guide (1865 Edition)" borrowed from the church, someone knocked on the compartment door.

I originally thought it was a waiter or a car manager, but after opening the door, I saw a group of young women dressed as maids standing there respectfully. The leader was a middle-aged housekeeper who was neatly dressed and had meticulous hair. At least Jenkins thought he was sure. There is no doubt about the temperament of a noble butler.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Jenkins thought they might have knocked on the wrong door. Although his ticket was the most expensive one, there was no way he would have such a service.

"Is that Mr. Jenkins Willamette?"

The middle-aged man who looked like a butler asked politely. His words had a unique charm, which matched the Hampavo language and had a very distinctive accent.

"Yes, I didn't know you were..."

Jenkins glanced at the young maids in the corridor and confirmed that they were all ordinary people. Then he immediately suspected that these young maids would suddenly take out a pistol from under their skirts and shoot them, but this seemed impossible.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Willamette. My name is Gretel Reliant. Someone has ordered a better carriage for you. If you don't mind, you don't have to stay here. As for us, the master is worried about you. It will be boring on the road, so we have arranged to serve you.”

He bowed slightly to show respect, and the maids automatically divided into two rows. They said "Hello, Mr. William" neatly while guiding him to the door at the back of the carriage.

"Um......"

The compartment of this size is the best room on this train. After all, the church will not be so stingy as to give Jenkins a ticket for the ordinary compartment. Therefore, there is no "better compartment" as the middle-aged housekeeper said here. But Jenkins thought for a while and roughly guessed what happened. He nodded slightly and asked everyone outside the door to wait for a moment. Then he walked into the house and picked up his cat.

As for the luggage the church prepared for him, someone would naturally help him get it.

Turning the handle, the door was not outside the car. The connection between the two carriages was decorated with wooden boards to form a narrow but not crowded aisle. Pushing open the door on the other side of the aisle, the whole view of the next car came into view.

The walls of the carriage are uniformly covered with golden wallpaper, with stripes like mountains and rivers painted on the wallpaper. There are no rows of chairs or compartments in the carriage. Instead, they are all opened up and decorated like a neat and comfortable living room. There is even a fireplace made of stone bricks on one side, and there is a real fire inside.

The beautiful maids were busy stepping on the soft white plush carpet. When they heard the door open, they immediately put down their work and all said hello to Jenkins.

Soft blankets have been laid out on the sofa, and a fruit plate and hot tea are ready on the coffee table. There were an amazing number of books on the bookshelf on the left wall, and there were even a few pet cats playing with vases on the neat dining table. Jenkins immediately felt that the chocolate was a little angry.

"I'm very satisfied, but I'm just a little curious, Doro...how did Miss Stuart know I'm here?"

He took a breath and was surprised by the environment here, and then asked the butler behind him.

When the middle-aged butler heard Jenkins mention the royal family name, he subconsciously bent down again, his voice respectful and humble:

"Her Highness the Princess's informant went on an interesting adventure with you. After you separated from them, because of the special nature of that adventure, your relevant information and appearance were immediately passed to Luen using special means. Today At around three o'clock in the afternoon, His Highness's order was sent back to Hot Spring Town through special channels, and we immediately started preparing to welcome you. Sorry, we couldn't find a better way to travel in a hurry, so we could only hang three carriages at the back of the train as we are now. , hope you will be satisfied.”

"Satisfied, I'm very satisfied."

Jenkins said slowly, petting his cat to calm it down, and then motioned to the maid to take away the other cats on the table. He knew in his heart that the next day and a half of traveling would not be boring.

Although Mr. Butler claimed that everything here was prepared "on the fly," in fact he could find almost anything Jenkins wanted to use.

He even found a cradle next to the sofa and later put the cat in it, only to discover that it was almost tailor-made for chocolate. But Chocolate doesn't like the cradle. It still prefers to lie on the mat or Jenkins' lap.

Jenkins didn't know how Dolores's servants contacted her and received instructions from Rune in just half a day, but it probably couldn't be letters because Dolores didn't ask these people to send messages. give him.

But the temporary housekeeper Grete Reliant conveyed Dolores's message, and Her Royal Highness the Third Princess warmly invited Jenkins to stay in Loon for a few more days. She had already prepared a warm welcome ceremony.

"But I don't know what the church's arrangements are."

He thought distressedly, and then recalled that when they met on Tuesday night, Alexia mentioned that Loen was going to start holding an ice and snow festival.

"But I can at least take a look at what's called the Snow Festival, and hopefully that will be fun."

The day-and-a-half long train journey became interesting due to the exquisite travel conditions, and Jenkins discovered some detective novels on the bookshelf. It just so happened that he was currently planning his third book, so he randomly picked up two books to pass the time in the afternoon before dinner.

The maids prepared some desserts for Jenkins and the cat. Jenkins did not take them because he was focused on reading. When he came to his senses, the dinner plate was empty, and there was only a lazy cat lying aside, taking a nap.

Dinner was held in the carriage behind the living room, and the entire carriage was decorated like a luxurious restaurant. Although the only guests at the meal were Jenkins and the cat, the meal was still very enjoyable.

The dinner content was a meal with strong northern characteristics. Although Jenkins had eaten some of it through projection, due to the special nature of the projection, he could not fully appreciate the taste of the food in the past.

Chapter 1190 Chapter 1170 The surprise at midnight

The most commendable content of the dinner was the sturgeon egg caviar stored in a special cylindrical ice tube. After being delivered by the dining car, they were served in a crystal clear crystal plate and delivered to Jenkins.

Jenkins chose to scoop some out with a shell spoon and serve it with whipped cream and freshly baked white bread. The moment you close your mouth, you can not only feel the soft bread and butter, but also feel the strange sound of the teeth gently biting the fish eggs. Then taste it carefully with your tongue, and what you touch is an extremely wonderful taste.

The meals are paired with champagne and wine, many of which were produced before 1836, which means they have been cellared for at least 30 years.

Unfortunately, Jenkins has never been interested in alcoholic beverages, so he cannot fully appreciate the endless aftertaste when a small sip of red wine enters his mouth.

But the cat seemed to be somewhat interested in red wine. When Jenkins took a sip and then decided not to touch the wine again, he circled around the opened wine bottle on the table. But Jenkins would never let it drink. Even if chocolate showed an edible attitude toward most human foods, Jenkins still couldn't let a kitten drink.