The Master of the Strange Realm

"What can you divine?"

"Anything is fine."

The woman said confidently.

"That... career."

As he spoke, he took out a few copper coins from his pocket and tossed them over.

Regardless of the fact that Jenkins' daily expenses are all in units of "10 pounds", he also has to buy groceries and feed his cats, so he naturally has change in his pocket.

"Marriage?"

"No, I mean career."

"Okay, that's marriage."

The coin crossed the dark street and was caught by the woman accurately. She nodded. She neither asked for palm reading nor props such as a crystal ball, nor did she raise her head to gaze at the stars.

"Your love is very complicated, yes, very complicated. I have seen some red lines, some have already begun to appear, some are vague. But one of your future partners will encounter an unexpected event before the God of War leaves. What a terrible accident."

Her words stopped here. Jenkins touched the brim of his hat and tried to cover his face in the dim two-color moonlight.

"What I want to divine is my career...do I need to spend some more gold pounds so that you can help resolve it?"

he scoffed softly, getting ready to escape over the wall just as he had done that night at Mr. Barnard's door.

"No, this is your fate, and it should be resolved by yourself. But I can give you two tips."

"What hint?"

Jenkins felt like he was being trapped.

Very good. I walked slowly and seemed more natural. Now I am close to the wall. This wall is not very high. You just need to jump up and grab the protruding brick to climb over it in one go.

"First, go to the left."

"Um?"

As expected, these people who like divination are all occult.

"Second, have you ever heard of the story about the devil and the boy during the famine years?"

"I heard it."

Jenkins replied that he had a hunch that he would hear the fourth version.

"I don't know how far the stories you have heard are from the truth, but what I want to say starts from the end: the devil tried to deceive the boy with a contract, but was defeated by the boy's kindness and innocence. The church found the devil and defeated it. He defeated the devil and sealed the evil power of the boy, allowing the boy to return to his home and live with his younger brothers and sisters. He used the power of love to completely eradicate the evil of the devil of fate and lived a happy life. "

"that's all?"

Jenkins couldn't believe that this increasingly complicated story would have such a perfect ending.

There are many contradictions in the four versions of the story that he currently knows. For example, in the story known to the original owner Jenkins, the little boy traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to find the devil. This is obviously a processing of the story; but in the professor's version, the devil became a lawful one and the great god became a villain. This is Because his story is taken from the evil scriptures of the cultists, it will naturally be processed to fit his own values.

"From a common sense point of view, once a human being transforms into a demon, it is absolutely impossible for him to have good intentions. So this story... Hahaha, do you believe it?"

The woman laughed while talking, her voice getting louder and louder, even causing the air to vibrate. A crack appeared on the glass display window on the street. Jenkins was startled. Regardless of the story, he jumped up and disappeared behind the low wall on the street. The woman did not chase him.

"Mr. Willamt, the savior, are you?"

The laughter stopped and the woman whispered, revoking the disguise spell and returning to Miss Audrey's appearance.

"Hermit, let us wait and see."

The wheel of time turns, and the next few days are calm and everything is fine. This is not a common thing. Except for the bad air hanging over Nolan City, nothing could affect Jenkins' mood.

Of course, he didn't find out the identity of the woman that night.

"Ah, Mr. Willamette, you are my blessing."

Publisher Mr. Blow laughed and opened his arms, wanting to hug Jenkins, but he deftly avoided it.

"You seem happy today?"

The place where the two of them were talking was still on the second floor of Dad’s antique store.

Chapter 112 Remarks on the launch

This book took a long time to write, but it has reached 200,000 yuan. It will be on the shelves tomorrow. Readers who have been following the book may know that the early results of this book were extremely dismal. It was not until editor Orange gave a very good recommendation that it got slightly better. As of today, the collection has just exceeded 5,000, which is definitely not comparable to the big guys in bookstores, but I am satisfied. I hope you can support me more tomorrow. The results of the first order are very important.

I promised to add 30 chapters, divided into three days. Because there are still 2 original chapters every day, so it is actually 12 chapters every day.

On the first day, Friday, there are 6 chapters at 12:00 noon and 6 chapters at 6:00 pm.

On the second and third days, which is the two days of the weekend, there are 6 chapters at 6:30 in the morning and 6 chapters at 6:00 in the afternoon.

Each chapter is still the original 2,000 words, and 72,000 words are updated in three days.

As for whether there will be more bounties after it is put on the shelves, this will have to wait until my saved manuscripts regain their strength. There are too many foreshadowings in this book. If I write a chapter every day and publish it, it will collapse in a few days, so please forgive me.

Finally, please ask for the first order at noon tomorrow. Since the VIP chapter can only be counted after ten o'clock, the morning chapter was temporarily moved to noon. Asking for votes, asking for rewards, asking for blades, and asking for subscriptions.

Chapter 113 Chapter 109: Expanded sales (first order requested)

"Of course, Mr. Willamt, you would never imagine, you would never imagine how popular "Tales from a Stranger" is in Belduran!"

As he spoke, he took several stacks of newspapers out of his black buttoned briefcase.

The ink smell is still very strong.

Jenkins glanced at it and found that most of these newspapers were highly professional literary publications or local tabloids in Beldiland, which were difficult to buy in Nolan.

"Their praise seems a bit excessive."

Jenkins flipped through a few pages at random, then quickly covered them. He doubted whether the big publisher in front of him had learned advanced marketing without a teacher in order to make money.

"how come."

The fat middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand and unbuttoned the top button of his coat, "I just came back from Belduran on a steam train, and I'm very familiar with the situation there. Mr. Williamt, you are really in the kingdom." You are famous. I heard that Her Royal Highness likes your books very much!"

"Although I don't know much about politics, it seems that there is no princess in our kingdom, right?"

"Of course there is no princess with the right to inherit, but doesn't the old king have several relatives with foreign surnames? They can also be considered princesses."

"whatever."

Jenkins took the envelope from the publisher, inserted his middle finger into it and raised it slightly, then raised his eyebrows.

"It seems to be a lot more than the promised number, right?"

Not only was it a lot, he knew how many books were printed in the first batch in Belduran, so he could also calculate that these gold pounds were more than ten times the normal share.

"Is such that."

Mr. Blow laughed sheepishly, "Because the book sold so well, we urgently reprinted it..."

"It doesn't seem to say so in the signed agreement."

Jenkins interrupted him, "Don't you need to ask for my opinion before proceeding with the printing process?"

"But who can have trouble with a gold pound? Mr. Willamt, your talent..."

His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, and Jenkins stared at him silently, as if he was facing an ancient statue of a god.

Mr. Blow took out the white embroidered cotton handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he realized how blasphemous his thoughts had been.

"O traveler, forgive me."

He prayed quietly. This god has the priesthood of contract, so he is a common object of faith for businessmen.

As for how pious the businessmen are, this is something only God knows.

"This time it's our fault."

He explained quietly.

Mr. Blow has also been doing business in Nolan City for many years, and he also has so-called "friends" in the city hall and the gang.

He knew very well how influential his father, an inconspicuous antique dealer, was in the local area, and he still remembered that when he approached him for cooperation, it seemed that the bishop of the [Knowledge and Books] Church had personally signed the cooperation approval document.

Otherwise, the book would not have been released so quickly.

"Don't be so serious."

Jenkins didn't know how terrifying he who had been tainted with divinity would be in front of some naturally sensitive people. He put the envelope in his pocket and turned to look out at the street.

"Mr. Bro, I'm just an ordinary writer."

A group of black men on horseback passed by Fifth Queen's Avenue, and pedestrians on the road took cover. What's going on? Where did these people come from to be so arrogant in broad daylight? What are the police gentlemen at the city hall doing?

"No, no, how can your talent be called ordinary?"

"I have never asked about the sales of this book. I will take whatever you give me as the profit share."

"It's such a generosity and generosity on your part that I'm truly honored to work with such a noble person like you."

Mr. Bro was not shy about his praise. Half of it comes from sincerity, and the other half is definitely pretending.

In fact, in order to limit the rights of the Orthodox Church, the Kingdom cannot hand over all rights of the publishing industry to the [Knowledge and Books] Church, and the secular power struggle has been going on.

But in a world where the true God exists and can prove miracles, the power of faith is very terrifying. Jenkins was worried that he would be deceived because he was so simple. But his father told him that one-fifth of the middle- and high-level employees related to the publishing industry are devout believers of the sage, and among the rest, shallow believers also account for the majority.

In other words, relying solely on the care of Bishop Parrod, if Mr. Burrow wants to use tricks, he will definitely lose all the wealth he earned in the first half of his life - most people around him don't mind reporting accounting problems to the police. The wise man proves his piety.

This is the biggest advantage of Jenkins R. Willamt's identity - he comes from a family of core believers in the church. This identity has greater power than that of a down-and-out little aristocratic family.

Such a simple warning to Mr. Blow was the best way to strike a blow that Jenkins could think of.

"I don't like that at all."

He thought silently, watching the team of men in black riding horses outside the window.

Rather than negotiating with others, reading, studying, or writing alone in his room is his favorite pastime.

Now that "Stories of Strangers" has begun to gain popularity in the royal capital, Mr. Bro plans to unite with several other major publishers in the kingdom to promote the book throughout the country.

Jenkins had no objection. He loved the gold pound just like ordinary people. The specific matters of the cooperation still needed the church to match. The specific matters were very complicated. Today, only the preliminary intention was set.

"Mr. William, in fact, I came here today. In addition to what I just said, I also want to ask you one thing. About the next book..."

"It's being prepared."

"So what subject have you chosen?"

He asked nervously.

"Love, friendship, family affection, court struggle, plus some mystical elements, that's it."

Jenkins nodded as he spoke.

"That's good. It's great that you can break away from the shackles of fairy tales and try new subjects. When the next book is published, your reputation will definitely be on a higher level!"

The publisher smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand with a gold ring, grabbed his collar and shook it a few times, but a layer of sweat still broke out on his head.

"Are you not feeling well?"

Jenkins also expressed proper concern for his partner.

"No, no, I'm still young. I may have been to see Mrs. Dennis too many times recently..."

An ambiguous smile appeared on his face. Jenkins pouted as he touched the cat lying on his lap. Chocolate shook his tail and almost wrapped it around Jenkins' wrist.

He was probably talking about a well-known socialite.

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Chapter 114 Chapter 110 Autumn

After sending Mr. Bro away, Jenkins returned to the first floor to continue his study today. Dad wore a monocle and carefully observed the red bullet in his hand that looked like it was dripping with blood.

The thing constantly exuded a strong smell of blood, but within a range of two meters, nothing could be smelled.

"What is this?"

Jenkins asked, covering his nose. Chocolate stood on the stairs on the second floor and was unwilling to come down.