The Master of the Strange Realm

"I don't know. The church just sent it to me for inspection. It shouldn't be an item from the ABC series. It might be blessed through some strange ritual."

The old man answered softly, and then asked:

"How did the negotiation go?"

"It can be considered a preliminary agreement on the promotion plan. I might get rich."

"You think this little money is a fortune?"

The old man adjusted the lens of his right eye with disdain. The bullet had a very faint red light in Jenkins' eyes. It should be a temporary item blessed through a ritual, but the old man's monocle is genuine [superb]!

"Mr. Bro gave me more than two thousand pounds this time. It's a pity that he dared to bring so much cash here himself."

"More than two thousand pounds is nothing. Did you buy the star fragment? That thing is worth 3,000 pounds a piece!"

Jenkins just had 3,000 pounds on hand. At the next party of Mr. Hood, he might be able to buy the crystal from Miss Magic.

He was going to be a poor guy again.

"The group of black-clad people who just passed by the door..."

"You can smell the dampness of the tomb from a long distance. They are probably people from the Church of Death and Doom."

The old man said indifferently.

"When the Broken Islands robbed the strange object, the five churches all sought help from outside the diocese, but for various reasons, only people from our church came from the capital because of the major events in the city. This is probably a team of gravekeepers who believe in Death and Doom. Don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with us."

Jenkins nodded and stopped thinking about it.

In the evening, after saying goodbye to his father, Jenkins came to the agency on Sheftiel Avenue. The fat woman still received him.

She has now found the right person, Mrs. Mahat, 37 years old.

This is a haggard woman with a vicissitudes of life. Her husband just died and she has no children to rely on, so she must rely on herself to survive.

Jenkins doesn't care about her age and appearance, as long as her hands and feet are clean. After half an hour of negotiation, the final decision is her.

Every evening, Mrs. Mahat would buy groceries and wait outside the door when Jenkins came home. Then she would cook dinner while Jenkins washed, played with the cat and dealt with documents. She would clean the house and the lawn while he ate, and then leave before eight o'clock.

Not having to clean the house saved Jenkins a lot of time. Although he had to spend an extra 10 shillings and 5 pence a week, it was worth it.

"Occasionally, I would dream of having a young maid who could stop time and whose real identity was a midnight serial killer."

He walked back to the street with the cat in his arms, thinking about things that only he could understand.

"Maybe I can write a book based on this theme?"

The story about Frozen encountered big trouble before writing - Jenkins had never watched the movie in its entirety in any way because he had no money.

But in an era of advanced information, even if you don't take the initiative to learn about information, those things will come to you. So, Jenkins was able to roughly piece together a short story,

"Write a more complicated story."

He sat at his desk, holding a pen and looking at the manuscript paper under the candle. This candle is made of special spices. When it burns, it can refresh the mind and assist in certain complex rituals. Jenkins bought it when he saw it on the black market, and only lit it up when he was writing or learning knowledge.

"Palace stories are very popular, and it is best to involve the grievances of two, no, three generations. The name of the gods cannot be easily mentioned in this world, so the princess's power can be inherited from the ancient bloodline..."

Bent over the desk and wrote seriously, Jenkins reasonably mixed in all the bloody plots he could think of after determining the general direction of the story. Of course, qualified writers have to add some private goods to the story. He set the princess sisters' faith as the inheritance of the sage, and the awakening of power was guided by the sage's revelation.

Because he hopes that his book will have a wide audience, and not just the knight sentimental novels hated by writers, Jenkins has created a grand worldview.

Similar to this world, but somewhat different, under the system of the righteous gods, the DND system of the mage profession generated by the belief in the sage is added. Of course, the book talks about the spell priest.

As far as he knows, there is no such story book with a rigorous setting of the background of another world on the market.

Jenkins hopes to gain market recognition with wonderful stories and touching relationships between characters.

At the same time, he hopes to gain recognition from professional writers by relying on the vast worldview implicitly mentioned in the background.

Mentioning sages and praising sages is not just about showing one's loyalty. You know, most of the beliefs of literary critics are also inherited from sages.

As for the hidden mention of the complicated feelings between the two princesses of Arendelle, this is one of Jenkins' few bad tastes.

The peaceful life lasted for a week. A small section of the Nolan Daily reported the news that the fairy tale book of the city's writer caused a huge response in the kingdom. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the same position on the next page of the newspaper was a reward for a mysterious black-robed man.

The weather gradually turned colder, and [God of War and the Moon of Floating Leaves] also entered the second half of the month. The city was still shrouded in smoke, but the smell of autumn was even stronger.

The gentlemen on the road put on woolen shirts under their formal suits, and the ladies abandoned their beautiful and bright summer clothes and began to inquire about the fashion trends of this autumn from magazines.

Even the coachman put on gloves. The mornings and nights in the city were already a little cold.

Dad often wore a red woolen vest in the store recently. The style was very old-fashioned, but he seemed to like it very much.

On Monday evening, Jenkins sent the cat home first, and then waited for Miss Hesha at the corner of the alley.

He deliberately changed into an inconspicuous windbreaker to wrap himself up, and wore a top hat with a wide brim on his head.

As for the cane, he got some paint and now it is painted black.

"The newspaper seems to say that the parliament's discussion on the final promulgation time of the Environmental Management Bill is not going smoothly."

Looking at the thin smoke in front of him, Jenkins suspected that according to the current trend, this place will really be able to get the title of Fog City in a few years.

Chapter 115 Chapter 111 Dance

Recently, the city's steam pipeline renovation is also underway. When visiting home on weekends, Mary William kept complaining that the house where everyone used to live in the Edilan District was demolished because it hindered the construction of the Good Luck Pipeline Company.

Mary and Robert have lived there since they got married, and Robert moved out only after he became rich, so he has deep feelings for the old house.

"Is it time to pay the steam bill this month?"

The great god-maker thought about things related to his livelihood and sighed for his wallet.

"You don't look very happy, because you are going to see me again?"

Miss Hesha came from a distance, dressed in hunting clothes and black boots on her feet, and no one knew where she came back from.

"No, I'm thinking about how to get rid of your entanglement."

He took off his hat and bowed slightly to salute, but his tone was not polite.

Huh, level three?

"Mr. William, no, Jenkins. I am willing to lead you on the path of the gifter, it is your honor."

The red-haired girl also said something, and then looked at Jenkins's dress.

"Are you deliberately dressed so maturely to cover up the immaturity of your face? Oh, the big boy also wants to be a man."

There is no weakness in front of Miss Michael. Hathaway Hesha's personality is now a little too strong.

"So I said this woman is under too much pressure and her brain is not normal."

Jenkins complained in his heart, but showed a shy expression on his face.

"What are we going to do tonight?"

He did not forget to ask the reason for being asked out. He originally planned to fight with chocolate and then take a bath with it.

"Let you see that this world is definitely not as naive as you think. Of course, there may be some "gains"..."

"I won't help you steal things again."

Jenkins said vigilantly.

"Can the things of the gifter be considered stealing?"

She could only explain again.

A carriage had stopped at the exit of the alley. It was hired by Miss Hesha in advance.

The two took the carriage all the way out of the city, crossed a large area of ​​farmland, which seemed to be the private property of a noble, and then stopped in front of a manor.

"My identity today is an ordinary person, Hathaway Hessa, and your identity today is an ordinary person, Jenkins William. I heard from my friends that some interesting things are going to happen here, so I accepted the invitation and came here with my male companion, the great writer Mr. William. Do you have any questions?"

"Are your friends here? Aren't you worried that they will tell Miss Michael about what I am doing with you?"

"Don't worry, what is going to happen here must not be known to Britney, so no one will tell Britney when we appear here."

Jenkins nodded, ignoring this complicated relationship, and took the silver mask that could only cover half of his face from the other party.

This kind of thing often appears in masquerade balls.

"What is this for?"

"Atmosphere."

The girl said meaningfully.

Jenkins jumped off the carriage first, leaning on his cane and looking at the large manor not far away. Although it was a little dark, the visibility nearby was still very high because of the lights in the house.

"Ahem."

The girl in the carriage coughed deliberately. Jenkins raised his eyebrows and turned around. He stretched out his hand and held her raised right hand in a gentlemanly manner, and then helped the girl out of the car.

There were many servants holding lamps on the trail outside the manor, but when they entered the warm room, there were only young people wearing strange clothes and masks like Jenkins and Hathaway.

It was like a dance party here. There were two long tables on both sides of the empty hall, and the tables were covered with neat tablecloths. The silver utensils on the tablecloth were filled with food and wine, and the people under the crystal chandelier were chatting and laughing casually in the weird music of the record player.

"Are these all noble children?"

Jenkins asked in a low voice. He recognized several young people who appeared in the last reading salon. This was not easy because the masks covered most of their faces.

The girl nodded and replied softly: "Yes, the party here only invites reliable and adventurous friends in everyone's circle of friends. Most of them are indeed from noble families... Stop talking, hold me and dance now."

"A noble child looking for excitement?"

Jenkins immediately became alert. This seemed to be the beginning of a classic story.

"Sorry, but I still want to ask, there won't be any cult killing rituals, or those very... very, messy, um, parties in a while, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

She asked angrily and amusedly: "What kind of people are nobles in your impression? Britney and I are very self-disciplined, and we don't have friends who like that kind of thing. Wait, you will know in a while."

She laughed and took Jenkins' hand, but Jenkins looked a little embarrassed. The gifter course that his father mentioned was scheduled for next month, so...

"I can't dance."

"Are you from this world?"

The girl asked back, and Jenkins' heart skipped a beat, only to hear her continue: "A 21-year-old bachelor who still can't dance, don't you plan to get married?"

"No, dancing and getting married have no logical connection."

He immediately refuted, but the girl held his hand.

"Put down your cane and take off this annoying windbreaker. Follow me, I'll teach you, little brother."

"I'm older than you... Thank you."

The cane and the top were placed on the wooden hanger at the door. The two of them moved closer and walked into the crowd of people laughing and dancing with the music, swaying slowly.

This was not a formal masquerade, and there was no need for standardized dance moves, so at the beginning, Jenkins only needed to pay attention to the position of his hands and not put them in strange places.

"You know, I've always wanted a younger brother."

Miss Hesha whispered.

"Then you should go to the earl or countess and tell them."

Jenkins only dared to think so, and actually responded awkwardly: "Really?"

"Since becoming a gifter, I can only keep my secrets by myself, and the maids around me cannot be fully trusted... I have always hoped to have a trustworthy friend to talk to me."

"Really?"

He responded again, and at the same time swore in his heart that he would never be someone else's younger brother.

Seeing that Jenkins did not understand what she said, Miss Hesha did not mention it again, but danced slowly to the music like everyone else.

Chapter 116 Chapter 112 Chicken Offering Ceremony

"What style of music is this? It's weird?"

Jenkins couldn't stand the weird atmosphere between the two and asked in a low voice.

"It's not any style. In fact, what the record player is playing now belongs to Class B [Extraordinary]."

"Oh? That black record?"