The Master of the Strange Realm

That was all Miss Magic knew, and Jenkins told her answer: "Purple, the color of fate."

"Is it fate? Yes, that's it..."

Back among the crowd, there was not much newness in the subsequent transactions. Most of them were plants, minerals, or parts of certain organisms whose names I had never heard of. For example, Mr. Magic is looking to buy the third body of the human blood centipede, and Mr. Hood hopes to buy some pure silver that has been blessed by the Church of [All Things and Nature].

The latter is not easy, because there is no church of that righteous god in Nolan City. Mr. Hood hoped that the outsider "Mr. Candle" could provide some, but he was disappointed again.

It was also through their conversation that Jenkins learned that there was a limit to the number of abilities possessed by the Giver, which was related to the number of bubbles in front of him, and the number of bubbles was related to the so-called level. Everyone is the same in this regard, so try to choose the right abilities to match.

Section 10 Chapter 9 Coma and the Church

Because of the support of the church, it is not difficult for the gifters of the Orthodox Church to fill their own bubbles, but as official personnel, it is difficult for them to have access to certain secrets that are circulated privately. Gifters who are believers in false gods or those who are unwilling to register, although they have less support from the church, they can exchange more with gifters from other schools and regions.

From what they said, the limit on the abilities of a benefactor at level 0 is 3. After removing the world gift ability and the soul trait ability, there should be only one bubble left. But Jenkins got rid of the one he got from drinking liquid, and there were three more. Three bubbles plus three abilities were six, twice the normal amount.

Acquisition of abilities requires corresponding rituals and a lot of practice. This not only requires knowing the specific steps, but also having cherished materials, which is also the main part of the transaction.

"Okay, let's stop here this time."

It was still Mr. Hood who announced the end, "Because Mr. Dagger's identity is problematic, for safety reasons, the time and location of the next gathering will have to be changed. But the question now is, does Mr. Candle want to attend the next gathering?"

"Yes."

He didn't answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment. After all, people can't let people think that they are very interested in these. Now their image should be that of a benefactor who came from another country and whose strength is unclear.

"So can we trust him?"

Mr. Hood asked the other four people.

"Can."

"Abstain."

"Abstain."

"Can."

"So congratulations, Mr. Candle. Let me think about it, okay. Please remember, everyone, the time and place of the next gathering will be determined by the weather. When the first sunny day of the week appears, you need to look for the next day's newspaper. As for which one it is, it is arranged according to the sales volume. The last digit of the sunny day is the answer to the arrangement. If there is no sunny day next week, then the next week.

You need to pay attention to the newspaper advertising section..."

He bent down and picked up a piece of gravel on the ground and handed it to Mr. Birchwood, who silently stretched out a finger. There was a muffled sound, and the stone exploded when the finger touched it.

Mr. Hood bent down and counted the number of fragments he could find. Then he raised his head and said:

"The 8th advertisement in the advertising section, and then write down the numbers that appear in the text. This time the code book uses the third volume of "The Legend of the Detective Knight". Please remind everyone, I refer to the sixth volume of [Ven Publishing House] Second printing version, please support the genuine version.”

It sounds complicated, but it's actually safe and qualifies as a "legal" gathering. Everyone repeated what they had just said in turn, and then left.

In order to prevent being followed, only one person can leave every five minutes, and the order is determined by drawing lots. The draw was also made from six wooden picks chosen on the spot in the trash. The longest one went first, and Jenkins was the second to last.

“Legal” gatherings are really discreet.

He didn't know where this was, so when it was his turn, he chose to go in the opposite direction to the previous person who left.

After walking for five minutes under the light of the twin moons, this place seemed to be a slum. The narrow alleys kept branching out, and Jenkins could only walk according to his instincts. His luck seemed to be good, there was less and less garbage on the ground, and the sound of bells from a carriage passing by seemed to be heard in the distance.

Jenkins followed the method of retracting the candle and poured cold air into the black robe. A simple drawing of a black robe immediately appeared in front of him.

He smiled with satisfaction, but his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. They walked like this for three minutes, bypassing the drunken man who was holding on to the wall and vomiting, and finally walked back to the main road. But Jenkins was exhausted. He had slight tinnitus in his ears, muscle aches all over his body, and his eyes were dry and tired.

Before passing out, his last thought was: "By the way, you need mental support when using supernatural powers."

"Unrecognized ceiling."

When he opened his eyes again, his head still hurt, as if he had stayed up late for three days in a row to do activities. It seemed that the [Eye of Truth] had consumed a lot of energy.

"This is where?"

He climbed out of bed. There were rows of single beds in the neat room, some of which looked like hospital wards. There was a white porcelain water cup placed on the cabinet next to the bed. When the sun shone on the cup, Jenkins saw that the handle of the cup was faintly imprinted with the symbol of an open book.

Looking out the window, he confirmed that this was the [Knowledge and Books] Church located in the center of Nolan City. The original owner of the body had visited the site many times with his family, and Jenkins had played behind the church when he was a child.

"you're awake."

What opened the door was an old man with a white beard, wearing a white robe and glasses. He walked to Jenkins' window with a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Bishop Parrod."

Jenkins hurriedly packed his clothes and then greeted him respectfully. This man was no stranger. From the memory that Jenkins could find, the first time he came to the church with his father, the person who received him was this Parrod. At that time, he was just an ordinary monk. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and "Naughty Jenkins" has become "Wild Boy Jenkins", and Brother Parrod has become Bishop Parrod.

"You don't come to church very often these days."

The old man said somewhat angrily, but the smile on his face did not change.

Jenkins seemed to have found the embarrassment in his memory when facing his elders, and argued hesitantly:

"I was planning to come today."

Only then did he remember what happened last night, and reached out to touch his pocket, only to find that his clothes had been changed.

"Don't worry, your things are all here and they will be returned to you soon."

"last night......"

he asked hesitantly.

The old man smiled and shook his head, "Are you in such a hurry? Well, the scribe team on patrol discovered you last night, and the church received the news from Mr. Barnard from [Sunless Moon] at almost the same time. , My child, I didn’t expect you to embark on this path. I know you still have many questions, but I can’t answer them. Can you wait a moment?”

Out of trust in the bishop, Jenkins nodded slowly. He had just attended a "legal" gathering last night, but he didn't expect that his identity would be immediately known to the Orthodox Church of his belief.

He warned himself that the time to test his acting skills had just begun. He was eager to find a foothold in this strange world, so he was unwilling to give up his identity as Jenkins.

After the old man left, the door was opened again not long after, and this time a middle-aged man came in. Compared with Barnard, who had "lived and died together", his expression looked very serious, his clothes were meticulous, and there was no beard on his smooth chin.

Section 11 Chapter 10 Sweet Talk and Lie Detection

The man did not go to the bed, but just stood at the door and nodded to Jenkins, "Follow me."

he said.

Jenkins immediately got out of bed, put on his shoes and followed with his head lowered, feeling uneasy.

The two walked through the cloister in the backyard of the church, greeted many acquaintances, and finally came to a three-story building that Jenkins had never entered before.

This small building was as unremarkable as I remembered, and the original owner seemed to have never noticed it.

The middle-aged man still didn't speak and led Jenkins into the small building.

There was a young man sitting at the door drinking tea.

"Good morning, Captain Binsi, um, is this the new guy?"

He stood up and greeted warmly, but the middle-aged man did not stop walking. He just nodded and led Jenkins into the nearby corridor.

Jenkins could hear shouts from behind: "Hey, with the new guy, can you please adjust the roster? I've had enough of being here guarding the gate!"

“Great work atmosphere.”

Jenkins thought to himself.

The two of them walked all the way along the corridor. The walls of the corridor were severely peeled off, but fortunately there were no spiders hanging down. They finally stopped in front of a door marked [034]. The middle-aged man took out a large bunch of keys threaded together with iron rings, stared at them for a moment, picked one, and then pulled Jenkins into the door.

It seemed to be a study room, clean and tidy but not very popular, and it was very dark because there were no windows.

With a little light coming through the crack in the door, Jenkins noticed the man in the middle reaching out and pulling out a book on the bookshelf. There was a slight sound of gears turning from somewhere, and the floor automatically shrank, revealing a book on the ground. Downward passage.

"Very traditional, right?"

The man's dull voice came, and it took two or three seconds for Jenkins to realize that he was talking to him.

"Oh, yes, sir, just like the legends say."

"It's traditional, but it's necessary."

The man said with his back to Jenkins, and then walked down the downward stairs first, with Jenkins following closely behind.

Small holes were hollowed out on both sides of the stone walls in the passage. While hearing the sound of the floor closing behind him, Jenkins saw the candles in the small holes automatically light up one by one.

"There are no steam pipes here, for safety and confidentiality."

The middle-aged man explained.

Jenkins nodded knowingly, that made sense. This kind of place, which looks like a secret stronghold at first glance, would not attract a large number of workers for construction.

The stairs going down are not too long, and it takes about two spiral turns to reach the bottom.

The stairs extend into another extremely wide corridor, or tunnel, underground. The ground and the top of the head are all made of solid large stones. One side of the tunnel is just a wall, and the other side is a row of rooms.

The tunnel stretched far away, and the light underground wasn't very good, so Jenkins couldn't see the end of the tunnel.

The first room next to the stairs was opened smoothly, and the middle-aged man and Jenkins walked in together.

The door closed automatically behind him, and a row of oil lamps fixed on the wall of the room lit up instantly, illuminating the only three items in the room:

Two folding chairs and a wooden table.

The middle-aged man motioned Jenkins to sit on the chair facing the door, and he sat opposite.

"If there is a slogan "Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict" on the back, then this place will really be a police station. Has the legal gathering been exposed?"

He complained in his heart, but still sat down obediently.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Stephen Binsey. You can call me Mr. Binsey directly."

"Hello, Mr. Binsey, I am Jenkins Williamette, just 20 years old, living in the Sabine District of Nolan City..."

"Okay, that's enough."

Binsey interrupted Jenkins, who was complacent with his excellent performance. He felt that he had just interpreted the image of an excited, overwhelmed, nervous and slightly frightened young man very well.

These are the normal performances of Jenkins in memory.

"I'll ask you the questions."

"What's the right thing to do? This question won't stump me..."

Jenkins sang in his heart, but in reality he nodded hurriedly.

"What's your name?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

He wondered in his heart, but suddenly he became alert. Could this be the legendary difficulty that time travelers must pass - lie detection?

Pretending to take care of his hair, he tapped his temples, trying to find the feeling of opening the [Eye of Truth]. The process went very smoothly. Jenkins immediately saw nine colorful spots in front of the man opposite him, and three clusters of spots appeared on the wall on his left.

"One-way mirror? Someone behind?"

He understood immediately, but these were obviously not what he was looking for.

Pretending to chuckle to delay time, Jenkins finally saw the golden brilliance at the position of Binxi's drooping left hand.

"Sure enough, a supernatural item similar to a lie detector. Are those who wrote novels before the time travel really back in time? How do they know everything?"

He smiled and replied: "My name is Jenkins."

The pronunciation of "Si" was very light, at least Jenkins was talking about his previous name - Jenkins.

"Before last night, have you ever been exposed to supernatural phenomena?"

The expressionless man asked again.

"This question is not difficult for me!"

He recited the sentence in his mind again.

"I swear, last night's experience was my first time facing the supernatural, goddess, it was really amazing!"

Yes, the time travel was also last night, so last night was the first time.

"Very good, the last question, what is your belief?"

In Jenkins's vision, the ball of gold was particularly bright at this time.

He threw away the smile on his face, changed to seriousness, and then recalled everything that belonged to Jenkins in his heart.

I have no idea what the principle of the "lie detector" that is currently being carried out is, so I can't deal with it at all. Jenkins wanted to suddenly take the goddess [Inheritance Sage] as his lifelong belief, but was surprised to find that it was so difficult to deceive himself.

If he is given some time to adapt to this world and his new identity, Jenkins is confident that he can accept a real "God" as his belief, although he may only be a shallow believer.