The Master of the Strange Realm

Dad said impatiently. Although he was very dissatisfied with Jenkins' performance, he also knew that it was time to get down to business. "Those are the Coward brothers. They are like mice, but they are also believers of the sage. They should have some My secret is not registered with the church, but at the same time, believers will occasionally cooperate with them when the church takes action. The ability of that book is indeed very powerful... Although their combat ability is not very good, they always Being able to escape in advance at dangerous moments. There was a theft at the opera house last night, no, a robbery case. According to the current clues, several groups of people should have sneaked into the backstage and stolen some of the troupe's belongings... These matters have nothing to do with us civil servants, there are specialized people to deal with them. Now tell me, are you not interested in women of the same age..."

Jenkins left the antique store in the evening, almost as if he was running away. She carried the cat into the alley and turned the same corner as last time. Miss Hesha, who had been waiting for a long time by the broken wall, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the other corner.

This time the girl was wearing a very ordinary printed denim top, with her hair tied into a ponytail hanging behind her back. She didn't look like an upper-class lady at all, but more like the laundry girl next door.

"Why is it you again? Why are you here again?"

Jenkins complained.

"That's not the right way to treat a beautiful lady."

She chuckled and pushed the small but heavy paper bag to the man.

Jenkins opened a corner of the paper, and inside was a stack of banknotes with the image of the former queen of the kingdom printed on it.

"We agreed on a reward of 200 pounds, and it's all here. I changed it into 10-pound notes, which is more convenient to use."

"Then I won't be polite."

As he spoke, he stuffed the unexpected windfall into his pocket, then hugged the cat and left.

"Wait, don't you have anything to say?"

The girl leaned against the wall, holding her long red hair with one finger and asked softly.

"Oh, by the way, the last time you stopped me here, you were trying to evade capture."

Jenkins asked, and then without waiting for the other party to answer, he immediately assured: "I also heard about the incident in the hospital. You did not commit a crime. I will not report you. Please don't worry. And once this matter is revealed, Miss Haier heard about it, I'm afraid I won't end well."

“What if the reason I’m being pursued by the local church is actually a crime?”

she asked angrily.

"Then I must report you. Justice may sometimes be absent, but it will never be late! As a follower of the sage and an upright gentleman, I have always believed in this!"

The cat squirmed and hid its face in Jenkins' arms.

"You really..."

Chapter 110 Chapter 107 Another Commission

She suddenly approached Jenkins and put her hand on his shoulder, "Listen, young guy, becoming a gifter means that you have to face a more complicated reality. And the reality is definitely not like those stories of yours , black and white. Today is Monday, wait for me here on Monday evening next week, I will take you to experience it, and let you understand the horror of the extraordinary world. "

"I'm older than you."

Jenkins stroked her hand away in protest.

"It's just my age, but in terms of appearance, psychology, or level of benefactor, you should call me sister."

For some reason, when Miss Hesha mentioned the word "sister", a strange blush appeared on her face.

"This person is usually under too much pressure, so he becomes a pervert?"

Jenkins murmured that this was very possible based on the different personalities she showed in front of Miss Michael and in front of him.

Pretending to be shrinking his neck, he nodded carefully under the gaze of the powerful girl.

"Okay, see you next Monday."

"now it's right."

She said with satisfaction.

"Am I going too far?"

On the way home, Jenkins reflected on his behavior when facing Miss Hesha, but found that there was only a hint of shame in his heart.

"That's not too much. I didn't hurt her and gave her more fun."

He put the matter behind him with peace of mind.

After settling the cat, Jenkins put on a little disguise, took the 200 pounds he had just received, and his recent savings, and headed to the underground black market again. Buying nothing this time, summoning the black robe disguise from the shadows of the sewer, and finding the middleman clown.

"I have a troublesome matter that needs to be investigated. I may need to go to other places to collect information. It will cost about 300 pounds."

He said directly.

"Is it related to the Giver?"

The clown asked in a low voice.

"uncertain."

Putting out the candle with his hand, the clown asked Jenkins to wait where he was like last time. He didn't come back until two hours later and led him to the same room as last time.

A familiar woman was sitting on the dim sofa with her legs crossed.

"What a coincidence, it's you again?"

Jenkins held onto the sofa and sat across from her.

"oh?"

The huntress raised her eyebrows, "A regular customer who is good at disguising? Let me guess who you are..."

She carefully observed Jenkins' movements, but did not observe his clothing or appearance. She must have some experience with the disguise of the Giver.

"Are you the cheapskate who asked me to survey the house last time?"

"not me."

Jenkins immediately denied it.

"Yes, that's you. What's the matter this time?"

"Habitual sitting posture may expose myself."

Jenkins reminded himself in his heart, and then stated his purpose: "You should know about the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe that performed in this city recently? I hope you can help check. When the opera troupe was in New Truman City, one of the members should have died suddenly. I need the burial place of that member."

According to the information obtained in the last deification state, whether it is the advent of the true god or the false god, divinity and container are required.

The container is the body of a mortal, and after the container is used, the body will definitely die. Since the two brothers last night dared to covet the items that the saint had touched, it means that the false god who descended must have left.

And the advent of the saint is definitely a big deal. If it is exposed, Jenkins, as a scribe of the church, cannot fail to hear any news.

So he assumed that the saint who descended in the evil god's son incident should not be known to anyone except the two "fast runners". Then after the saint left, what would happen to the soulless body?

It is likely to be buried on the spot and regarded as a sudden death. What would be in that body? Would there be any divinity left?

Jenkins didn't know what the false god wanted to do, or how he failed, but he felt that since there might be divinity, it was worth his risk to investigate.

"New Truman City? Why do you always need information about those troublesome places?"

She didn't say the price, but Jenkins knew that the bargaining had begun.

"You don't need to contact that city. I know what's happening there now. You just need to contact ordinary people in the opera troupe and try to get the information."

He said easily.

"If it's so simple, why did you ask the middleman clown for a 300-pound task?"

"Because I need a truly capable gifter."

Jenkins fiddled with his hair. This was indeed a mistake. It seemed that he was going to be ripped off.

"200 pounds, I'll go to the troupe to get the news, and we'll meet here in a week. If the mission is successful, the money and goods will be paid; if I don't find out, you can choose to pay only 100 pounds, or increase the reward by 5,000 pounds, and let me go to New Truman City to get the news."

"You're asking for too much."

Jenkins snorted coldly, but didn't get up.

"Of course, I also accept transactions of abilities, rituals, and items, and you don't have to pay cash."

"300 pounds, no matter what method you use, give me an answer in a week."

He said. At the same time, his heart was bleeding, this was the price of a pretty good house in Nolan City.

"This is impossible, the risk is too great."

The female hunter licked her lips, "Why must we stick to gold pounds? I also accept other trading methods."

"Do you want the ability?"

"Yes?"

"Do you dare to accept the divine ability?"

She really hesitated, "True God or false God?"

"True God."

Jenkins said in a low voice, involving gods, even if he didn't mention the name or title of the god, he didn't dare to call it loudly.

"You should have said it earlier. Of course, I have accepted the magic abilities of the true gods... The magic abilities of the false gods are very flawed, but there are also many true god believers who like to trade on the black market. Tell me, what abilities are they?"

Jenkins felt that he had learned something new. He paused for a few seconds and then said what he heard in the whispers of the end of the month: "War Blessing."

The female hunter had obviously heard of it, and didn't even ask about its specific functions.

"This, it's really fate... I know some of its ritual items. If you are willing to trade, you don't have to find someone to authenticate the authenticity. How about this, this is not the first time we have traded. You give me the learning ritual of this ability, and I will give you the answer next week."

Jenkins' left index finger tapped the sofa cushion regularly. After thinking about it, the ritual was free anyway, and it was also a great thing to save some cash for backup. Maybe I will have to cooperate with the female hunter in the future. This time, the matter is urgent, so I will be more generous.

"Yes, but as soon as possible."

"No problem."

Leave 100 pounds as a prepayment for the task. The next time they meet, Jenkins will write down the complete materials and steps of the learning ceremony, and the female hunter will return the information and the 100 pounds to him.

Chapter 111 Chapter 108 Demon Story (IV)

The time when I traveled to this world was July [the month of the hermit and thunder], and now it is the end of September [the month of the god of war and floating leaves].

In two months, the octopus matter was solved, the hospital matter left the tail of "demon", the sea monster was obtained by the church, and the progress of the evil god's son incident was unclear.

There is always an inexplicable sense of urgency that makes Jenkins constantly improve himself. Even if there are not so many complicated events, he is afraid that he will not be relaxed. A few nights ago, I heard the word "beast of disaster" from Miss Befanna. Now I think about it, it's a big problem.

When I left the black market, it was almost midnight. The Pig's Head Bar, which is an entrance to the black market, is still open, but it is hidden in an alley and is in a remote location. In addition, the collective actions of the church a few days ago have made the scums who roam at night very nervous, so there are not many drinkers.

An old-style gas lamp hangs on the wall, and the lampshade is covered with thick dust. The sleepy bartender sways from side to side and wipes the counter over and over again with a dirty rag. A strange woman with a carrot pendant on her ear stopped Jenkins when he was about to step out of the door.

"What's the matter?"

Jenkins hid his face under the hood, regretting that he had taken off his black robe disguise underground.

"Do you need divination? 5 pence per time, you are not allowed to ask for money."

"No."

Jenkins turned around and was about to leave.

"You are confused."

The woman's voice came from behind, she followed Jenkins out of the bar empty-handed.

"In this terrible era, everyone will be confused."

Jenkins responded unceremoniously, blinking, 13 light spots without bubbles, level 6 gifter.

He suddenly became alert in his heart.

"You are alert to me."

"I am alert to any stranger who takes the initiative to follow me at any night."

As he spoke, he retreated. The alley was not long, and the next step was a corner.

"Do you really not need divination? It's very cheap."

The woman didn't seem to understand what Jenkins meant, and was still promoting herself.

"Sorry, I really don't need it. I'd rather spend money to find prostitutes in the ecstasy cave to entertain myself than waste it on these unrealistic things."

"Prostitutes?"

The woman was not angry, but giggled: "In my opinion, you should have never had intimate contact with any women. This is not a good reason."

"Damn, how can these women see that I am a chu... cough cough."

He complained in his heart, knowing that he could not beat the other party, so he stopped before the two sides tore their faces.