The Master of the Strange Realm

"This is a shame in the history of the sect, but you should also understand that in any organization, there will inevitably be some unique people. The mad poet is the most deviant in the history of the sect. In that era, he did countless crazy things, and was even declared by God to have betrayed his faith and not recognized as a believer.”

"is it so serious?"

Jenkins doesn’t think such “little things” deserve a personal word from God.

"Of course it is worth it. The mad poet was active at the end of the 15th century. In that chaotic era, he created more chaos and disasters, and the number of deaths caused by this was even greater than the permanent population of contemporary Nolan. .....Excluding those who do not have a citizenship number.”

Miss Magic paused here to give Mr. Candle enough time to think. She saw Mr. Candle's cat playing on the coffee table, trying to peel the orange peel with its sharp claws.

"In order to erase the shame of the sect, at the end of the fifteenth century, my ancestors continued to hunt him down. As for this..."

Miss Magic pointed to the slate on the table.

"The prototype of this thing is the "Disaster Psalm", the main weapon of the mad poet Cavendish in the later period of his activities. According to the sect's legend, the authentic book has the function of drawing power from disasters."

"So the real Cantos of Disaster is a numbered item?"

Jenkins asked immediately, what he had suspected all along.

"No, that book is not an item. It should be considered a part of the ability. For example, the ability you once used to turn people into gears, isn't it also expressed in the form of a miner's lamp? But that miner's lamp is not a numbered item."

This metaphor is quite appropriate, and Jenkins understood its meaning immediately.

This is all the knowledge that Jenkins promised in exchange for, but some of the key questions, such as "Why did the tree house come to snatch a useless replica" and "Why did it feel strange when making this stone", still remain Not answered.

Thinking that instead of spending a lot of time searching elsewhere, it would be better to exchange answers directly from Miss Magic, so he took the initiative to know the secrets she didn't tell.

"My fellow believers are too busy to participate in the action against Pirate King Femixiu. You can make other requests, cash is also acceptable, but if the amount is too large, I may need to raise it for a while."

Seeing his sincerity, Miss Magic asked Jenkins to tell him what he could provide for the sake of being friends. Jenkins then took out a tree root obtained from the silver cube seal, which was the thing that could allow the Devourer to obtain a blank bubble with a certain probability. Miss Magic did not bargain and immediately agreed to use this as a trade item.

"Mr. Candle, don't think I'm greedy. What I'm going to talk about next is absolutely worth the money. The ability corresponding to the "Chapter of Disaster" is a rare and unique ability. That is to say, at the same time, only There can be one person who possesses this ability. When the mad poet obtained this ability, he was not excommunicated by the gods, and his level of madness was not as great as those later sensational records. The specific place and time when he obtained this ability is now unknown. People know it, but most of the madness of mad poets comes from this.”

She tapped the slate again with a serious look on her face.

"But the sect I belong to has retained some information related to this dangerous ability. When I was studying the particularity of the unique ability, I read that part of the information, so I know part of the conditions for obtaining that ability - you need to have a The appearance similarity of a copy of "Chapter of Disaster", especially the similarity of these five depressions, must be higher than 98%."

"So that's it. Then, what are the conditions needed to obtain that ability, and what are the corresponding rituals?"

Jenkins was extremely curious, but Miss Magic shook her head:

"How do you think we have preserved such dangerous knowledge? How do you think that the mad poet told all his secrets to the sect? How do you think that after nearly ten thousand years, we can still Do you have complete records? Sorry, Mr. Candle, I don’t think you can get the answer from me.”

Perhaps she misunderstood Jenkins' curiosity and mistook it for greed for terrible power. Miss Magic's attitude suddenly became much colder. But when it comes to crazy poets, she is still willing to say something.

Jenkins mentioned the death of the mad poet that he heard from Alexia yesterday, and Miss Magic confirmed his news:

"This is similar to the information I have seen. This is probably how he died. Do you know, Mr. Candle, ever since the mad poet died in Hokuriku in the 15th century, my sect has always kept manpower in the north to prevent that The contaminating power of madmen has revived. From the 15th to the 18th century, this has become a tradition, and to this day, there are still people in the Far North who are responsible for this. "

This was a reminder to Jenkins. After he was transferred to the north because of chocolate, the companion he met in the strange place used the same magical ability as Miss Magic.

This made him suspect that the lady who called herself "Miss Glasses" was the [God of Mystery and Ritual] sect mentioned by Miss Magic, who was responsible for patrolling the Northern Gifters. And if this is really the case, there may be more things about the mad poet in Miss Glasses' inheritance.

In this way, the strange machine of the mad poet and the mysterious stone "Poem of Disaster" are combined into one. Following this line, the next step is to find Miss Glasses again and confirm whether she really has the information Jenkins wants to know.

Although Miss Glasses works for Dolores, Jenkins dare not guarantee that she will tell all she knows when it comes to such sensitive issues.

So he revealed to Miss Magic that he wanted to ask her church members for information. Miss Magic nodded to show understanding, but her sect did not have any fixed tokens to identify their identities. Everyone usually gathered from all over the continent in midsummer every year to meet and exchange information.

The believers of [God of Rituals and Mysteries] did not have a strictly managed organization. They were scattered all over the continent. If there were no believers of this god around, then deliberately looking for them was basically like looking for a needle in a haystack.

There was no way, Jenkins could only try and tell Alexia and Dolores about today's gains during dinner. Dolores immediately said that she could write to Miss Glasses to ask, but Jenkins thought it would be better to meet her in person.

In this way, at least lies and truth can be easily distinguished.

It may take two or three days to summon Miss Glasses from Hot Spring Town to Loon. But at least the clues of the investigation have not been broken, and Jenkins has enough patience to wait.

After dinner, Jenkins summoned the unicorn, and together with Alexia, he took Dolores and Julia to visit the ice palace hidden in the snowy mountains.

Jenkins specially purchased additional spiritual magnets in Loon, processed them according to the way Miss Magic taught them, and left one of them in the palace to achieve fast movement.

Dolores seemed to like it here very much. The four of them walked through every corner of the palace while chatting. Julia also suggested storing some non-perishable food here.

The internal area of ​​this complex is three times the external observation area, and it is only slightly smaller than the palace complex of the Stuart royal family in the center of Loon. If it were not for the special origin, Jenkins actually thought about buying a piece of land and living in this palace.

But neither his wallet nor reality allowed him to do so. Jenkins would leave Loen in a month, and then he would leave this building and the snowman servants inside to Dolores and Alexia. In this way, no matter what happens in the future, at least they still have the safest shelter.

Section 1294 Chapter 1273 Dark Tide

On Thursday morning, Jenkins was awakened by chocolate. While calculating the moon phases to plan the configuration of the elf potion next week, he was worried about what he should do at Dolores' salon today.

Then the servant knocked on the bedroom, and the voice outside the door told Jenkins that Miss Miller and Her Royal Highness the Princess had something important to talk to him about.

After a simple wash, he came to the large living room on the second floor. The ladies were sitting on the sofa, and there were pale yellow documents on the coffee table.

"What happened? Why did you get up so early?"

"This is the news I received last night. Dolores only informed me this morning."

Alexia motioned to Jenkins to get the papers. Jenkins frowned and picked them up, then sat next to the short lady and quickly browsed the contents.

"Has that strange tobacco also been found in Rune?"

"The samples you provided, Mr. William, were taken for testing by Her Royal Highness the Princess. The old doctor who accepted the task said that he had seen something similar a few months ago. We only then knew that this kind of tobacco had been secretly popular in Rune for a long time. There is reason to believe that Rune City is definitely not the only place in the country where this kind of tobacco appears..."

Julia, who was standing aside, said.

"Can we find the source?"

"It's difficult, but we are working on it."

Hearing this answer, Jenkins nodded and looked through the document again:

"This kind of thing has appeared in Rune and Nolan, thousands of miles apart, which means that these tobaccos may have been secretly spread in every corner of the continent. A few days ago, I sent a letter to my friend in Turin to help investigate, and similar things may be found there. Is the situation so serious?"

The purpose of selling this kind of addictive tobacco is still unclear, but it is definitely not for good. It is hard to say what role the [Smell Appreciation Committee], which focuses on manufacturing high-end cigarettes and spices, plays in this, but this kind of thing is no longer something that Jenkins can solve alone.

He thought for a moment and decided to report the tobacco-related matters to the church in Rune directly in his own name. Dolores and Alexia naturally supported him, but the latter was still a little worried. She believed that even if the church searched with all its strength, Jenkins would probably be implicated in the end.

The salon was in the afternoon of this day, so Jenkins went into the city after breakfast. He came to the church with a clear purpose, explained his purpose, and reported the matter about the tobacco.

As for the source of the information, it was naturally Dolores. Her Royal Highness has gradually changed from "assisting" the reform of the financial department to actually managing the financial department. She has a lot of sources of information, and it is not surprising that she can detect the news of the ordinary citizens in the market.

The Loen Diocese attached great importance to the information submitted by Jenkins. After understanding the details and taking away some samples of tobacco, it began to contact the Vatican of Beldiran.

It just so happened that at the same time, the five churches in Nolan all received similar news through brokers who resold intelligence on the black market. Although the source of information this time was resold many times and the number was exaggerated, judging from the content, the reliability of the news was still very high.

Now any small matter that happened in Nolan City would not be a small matter, and the major churches had already reached such a consensus. The news from Nolan was almost delivered to the church at the same time as the report from Rune.

And Miss Stiver, who was carrying out the "lurking" mission in Turin City, met Mr. Black Cat again just after returning to Turin from Nolan, and she also reported the information she bought from Mr. Black Cat.

These three reports, which arrived only two hours apart and were all related to Jenkins, caused an uproar. The situation was obvious. Similar tobacco appeared in the important cities of the three kingdoms, and tobacco itself had quite a lot of doubts, which had evolved into a hidden danger of global nature.

On this gloomy Thursday afternoon, Jenkins awkwardly dealt with unfamiliar social interactions in a salon where he was the only man, and also completed his first public appearance in Rune (note). During this period, the intelligence of the twelve churches was intertwined with each other, and the tobacco-related matters were passed on and confirmed again and again. The surging undercurrent was no simpler than the jealousy of the girls in the aristocratic salon.

There will not be news about the human test and identification results of those tobacco samples soon, but it is certain that this tobacco has problems.

Therefore, when Jenkins left the salon party, he did not know what kind of chain reaction the information he submitted from multiple aspects had caused, but at least the peaceful days were not over for the time being. Before everything exploded, he still had plenty of time to spend the "holiday".

(Chocolate running...)

"I like the story you told yesterday. The princess who was away from government affairs and diplomacy embraced freedom for the first time, and fell in love with a newspaper reporter who originally had other intentions but had a change of heart, but in the end they had to separate from each other. Jenkins, this short story is much more sincere than the sister's "kinship" story you wrote."

Early on Friday morning, Jenkins, who was half asleep, collapsed on the sofa with a cat in his arms. Alexia read the newspaper while commenting on Jenkins' performance at the salon yesterday afternoon.

He originally thought that it was a serious social event that Dolores had to invite him to for political affairs, but it turned out to be a tea party for a group of noble girls.

He had to tell one story after another to satisfy the girls' enthusiasm, otherwise he really didn't know what he should do.

Alexia also appeared at the scene. Although her age was different from other girls, thanks to her small figure and beautiful face, others just thought she was a girl they didn't know.

"I didn't write this story, I copied it."

Jenkins said vaguely. He was really sleepy. The salon last night ended very late and almost turned into a pajama party.

"I'm still not used to such occasions. Although Chocolate likes it very much... In addition to food, it is probably allergic to perfume and stared at me all night."

"Your cat probably knows you better than you do."

Alexia hid her face behind the newspaper, so Jenkins couldn't see her expression when she said this.

Something very important will happen in the coming weekend. Dolores invited Jenkins to give a public speech, which attracted more audiences than they thought. So on a whim, the speech was scheduled in the house under renovation. This would encourage people to get out of the disaster and expand Dolores' influence. The newspaper was already building momentum. Jenkins Williamson came to Loen from Nolan at the invitation of Princess Dolores Stuart.

The newspaper Alexia was reading was about this matter. The front page headline was still about post-disaster reconstruction and disaster relief in the north of the kingdom. The second page was a photo of Jenkins and Dolores, with a full page of text describing Jenkins, and then a quarter of the matter was used to make it clear that he would give a speech in Loen.

Of course, this was not a public speech. Those who could be invited were all important figures in the kingdom. Although Jenkins regarded this as a way to kill time, everyone except him took it very seriously.

He did not go to Nolan again during the whole day, but went into the city to meet Dolores' followers. This was the first formal meeting between the two sides. The atmosphere was friendly and harmonious. When Jenkins hinted at his church background and said that he had a certain jurisdiction over the Church of Sages during his time in Loen, the relationship between the two sides became even more harmonious.

Among Dolores' followers, in addition to those young men and women who admired her, there were more mature and stable nobles, businessmen and civilian officials. In addition to her face, Dolores's better points were her ability and affinity, which were the key.

After this meeting, Jenkins was already considered "one of his own". Dolores's appropriate intimacy also showed that his relationship with Her Royal Highness was not ordinary. From then on, Jenkins Williamette officially joined the dispute over the throne of the Kingdom of Hampavo. This was also what he thought was a very rare change in the world that he actively participated in.

"Do you think that history books will remember this moment?"

When he got on the carriage and prepared to go to the church, Jenkins, who was worried, asked the ladies. They all nodded, and they all looked very confident.

Only Jenkins looked out the window at the frozen city with concern, because he didn't know what the world would eventually look like if he was added as a variable.

After dinner, I met with Dolores and several congressmen in the study room, and the two parties discussed matters related to the reform of the banking industry. Dolores pointed out the opinions with dignity, and finally agreed to sign one of the two documents.

Her young sister has now found a job in the manor. She will be responsible for recording the content of every conversation Dolores has with her guests in the darkroom of the study. This job needs to be done by someone who can be trusted and will not affect the decision-making. It is very suitable for a young princess to do it.

Dolores's brothers and sisters are all taking action, but no one is the first to take action amid the undercurrent, because no one can figure out what their father means.

This "calm" will continue for a while until the first fool jumps out.

Near seven o'clock, Jenkins finally got free to do some things of his own. He still remembered the reading tasks assigned to him by Miss Audrey, so he said hello to the girls in the manor and thought about going home to get the books.

The home on St. George Street was deserted. The lights were out and the curtains were all drawn tightly, not even the moonlight could penetrate.

There seemed to be rain outside, but it wasn't very clear. Jenkins didn't pay attention to this, and went from the bedroom on the second floor to the study on the first floor, and then rummaged through the books that Miss Audrey asked him to read.

PS: It refers to participating in this kind of social interaction. In the past, walking on the street was not considered a public appearance.

Chapter 1295 Chapter 1274 Miss Yindi’s Rescue

While tiptoeing through the bookshelf, I heard a carriage passing by the door in the rain, and then the sound of horse hooves treading puddles stopped next door. Jenkins blinked, put down the book in his hand, tiptoed to the window, pressed his body against the wall, opened the curtains with one finger, and then saw the carriage parked at the neighbor's house. door.

That direction was not the Goodmans' house, but the house of Miss Silver Flute, Mistalla Forante. Three young girls came down from the carriage holding umbrellas. They anxiously rang the bells on the fence at the door, then pointed at the overflowing mailbox and said a few words, then stood on tiptoes and looked into the yard.

Judging from the movements of standing on tiptoes, these three strange girls have all learned dance. Jenkins then remembered that when he first visited his neighbor, Miss Yindi had mentioned her intention to hold private dance classes at home. These three girls should be students, but Jenkins had never met her before. been.

Their faint shouts passed through the rain on the spring night and reached the ears of Jenkins who was peeping next door, but Miss Silver Flute's door did not open. Because it was raining, the girls did not stay any longer. After confirming that no one was at home, they returned to the carriage and wrote a letter and put it into the overflowing mailbox. The carriage then took them away.

"Strange, why don't you take the newspapers and letters in the mailbox?"

Jenkins loosened the curtains in confusion, then looked up at the second floor of the house next door, where Miss Yindi was lying.

"Obviously at home... Speaking of which, when I returned to Nolan yesterday morning, was she also lying in that position? It didn't seem to have changed at all... This position seemed a bit low, not like Lying on the bed feels like lying on the floor..."

He realized that something was wrong, so he peeked into the neighbor's yard through the gap in the curtains, and then decided to take a look.

First, let the protoss send those books to Loen, then return to your home and go to the back of the yard from the back door of the kitchen. There was no one on the street on a rainy night, only the dim light of the gas street lamp flickering.

For safety's sake, he changed his appearance and climbed from his own backyard into his neighbor's backyard. He tiptoed to the back door and tried to poke the keyhole with the wire, but as soon as the wire was inserted, it was ejected by a strange force.

"Oh, the anti-theft measures made with rituals are really prudent."

The back door was inaccessible, and attempts were made to push open the first-floor windows, but each window was locked from the inside, and the path was impassable unless Jenkins violently smashed them.

Finally, I came to the main door, turned the door handle, and the door was pushed open.

"..."

Jenkins entered the house silently, dried himself with the flame, then turned and locked the door.

Mrs. Mistalla Forlant's house was as deserted as the Jenkins' house, but the structure of the house was the same. Even without the help of a monocle, Jenkins could find the stairs leading to the second floor in the dark.

The corridor on the second floor was pitch black and a little breathtaking, and combined with the sound of rain outside, it felt like a haunted house in a horror story. Jenkins was heartbroken. He quickly walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open. The first thing he saw was an empty bedroom. Then he looked again and saw that there was no one in the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, he let go of the door handle and entered the room, then took another look with the [Eye of Truth]. The light spot representing Miss Yindi was indeed on the carpet under his feet.

But in ordinary vision, there is nothing on the carpet, because there are no indentations, so Miss Yindi must not be invisible.

"What exactly happened?"

He thought doubtfully, then squatted down and tried to touch in front of him. After a few seconds, he actually touched the object leading to the arm, but at the same time as he touched the invisible arm, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The yellow light was not very obvious, but the light that appeared with the cold wind still scared Jenkins. He quickly looked up and found that the curtains and glass of the window facing him had disappeared, and even the wooden window frame became crooked, and the spider web in the lower left corner had become quite dense.