The Master of the Strange Realm

After exiting the back door of the home, he climbed over the fence in the yard, followed the dark alley to the street illuminated by street lights, and then walked all the way to the rental apartment in downtown Nolan. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the old elf was still awake as expected. He was waiting for Jenkins to appear.

"You're a little later than I expected. I thought you'd show up around twelve o'clock."

The old man said as he welcomed Jenkins.

"Something happened in Loen City... This has nothing to do with tonight's topic. You know what I came here to do this time. Now the mystery of the potion has been revealed. It is not a potion at all, it is an opening The ritual of the portal!"

He said and sat on the sofa, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The exquisite black cane was put aside. It was not much different from the original [Spirit Striker Cane], but it was slightly longer, which was more suitable for Jenkins' height.

But the old elf didn't need to look at it to feel the vitality in it.

"Now that this cane pokes any plant, it can revive it, right? This is really amazing. What did you use for your third wooden heart? Have you given your new weapon a name? It seems to be popular now. , I heard that some people even give names to mass-produced firearms, which makes no sense, something with a name must be unique.”

The elf said with a smile.

"...No, I don't want to discuss this. I came here so late to disturb you. I just want to know why you refused to tell me the secret there until the end? Obviously I already completely trust you."

"Everyone has their own responsibilities when they are born in this world. Some responsibilities are too huge and I should not bear them. Jenkins, you once told me that you are studying with a divination master, so you should know the so-called The destiny really exists. And it is not my destiny to guide you to the altar. It is the responsibility of the elf Salamanda you met, so I can't interfere. "

This statement made Jenkins feel unspeakable anger, but he could not refute it. There is destiny in this world, and he knows it.

"So Mr. Salaimanda directed me there just to give me a new cane?"

He always felt that there was something strange about this matter.

"Yes, is there anything wrong with this? The middle-aged elf met a half-elf in the material world by chance. So after a wonderful adventure, he guided the young half-elf to obtain something that might be helpful. Weapons. This logic makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?”

The old elf nodded and said.

Jenkins didn't speak for a long time, not knowing how to refute him. Logically speaking, this is certainly no problem, but they all know that it will never be that simple.

"So, is there anything special about the elf bloodline that my family has? I found that the elves I knew all had a strange attitude towards me, and I was in Loen's tavern a few months ago. In the dream, he dreamed of the Emerald Dream and mastered the Elvish language. This is definitely not normal. "

He immediately asked the most critical doubt.

"How do I know such a thing?"

said the old elf.

"And you wouldn't say anything if you knew it, right?"

Jenkins added for him, but the old elf didn't express any opinion on this.

At first, it was only suspected that this body had elven blood. After confirming this, it was also suspected that it was not ordinary elven blood. Jenkins found that the further he traced the Willamette family lineage, the more doubts he encountered.

But at least now it is certain that there are many people who know the truth, but no one is willing to tell it.

Before leaving here, he also mentioned to the old elf that he confirmed that Miss Capet was also a relative of the Williamte family. The old elf did not know Miss Capet. After listening to Jenkins explain the cause and effect, he expressed that it was completely indifferent.

"Not all alien bloodlines can be expressed. For example, don't your father and brothers all look like normal people? That young human lady happened to be adopted by the Orthodox Church and came into contact with her. Life-like abilities stimulated her bloodline. She wanted to get a way to further activate her bloodline from another dragonborn, and she probably wanted to explore her origin. This is completely different from you, Jenkins, when you first gained life. Under what circumstances is the power?”

"Become a gifter and step into the extraordinary time."

"This means that your elf bloodline is purer than that of Miss Capet, which is a good thing. Of course, if you want to pursue the truth about Williamt with Miss Capet, you can do it according to your own ideas . Although I can’t tell you the truth, you can pursue it on your own.”

The elf was right. Jenkins had already made plans. After returning from Loen, he and Miss Capet would go to see Miss Knight and ask about the bloodline awakening. This body is definitely not normal, even from the perspective of the benefactor.

From the memory of the original owner, we can know that people in the family almost never got sick, and the mother who got sick most often was the mother of the little Williamsites. The blood of elves is not enough to explain this problem. Jenkins has never heard that elves are not sick, so he knows very well that the blood of elves owned by the Williamt family must also be very unique, otherwise there would be no reason for him to just Contact with the dagger of the World Tree can evolve the soul's core ability to its current power.

Chapter 1321 Chapter 1299 The King’s Decision

After bidding farewell to the elves and returning to Loen, the ladies also came back. Dolores looked tired, but Alexia looked in high spirits. Of course, the most energetic one is Chocolate. Although after being adopted by Jenkins, it has maintained the same routine as Jenkins, but cats are nocturnal creatures after all, and Chocolate sometimes does sneak out for a few turns at night. Jenkins does these things Know.

Alexia, Dolores, and Julia were not injured, but the situation in the city was not optimistic. And because of this incident, all the private soldiers Dolores deployed in the city to prevent accidents were exposed, and the club she used to gather followers and hold meetings was also exposed. These are all troublesome things.

Of course, most of the other Stuarts also encountered this situation, so Dolores was not the only one who was troubled.

Jenkins conveyed the warning of Mr. Rossier, the demigod of the church, to Dolores, and Dolores also expressed her understanding with a grimace. When Jenkins asked if this matter might really be related to her brothers, Dolores thought about it and answered hesitantly:

"My brothers and sisters all know things related to gifted people and supernatural beings. There is no doubt that everyone will hire supernatural beings, but the origin of those supernatural beings is difficult to say. In the past, I knew that my eldest sister Yanni Si Tuart has a connection with [Tree House], accepting their help in return for money and some rights, but since the riots two weeks ago, she has severed ties with that organization, and the church should also know this. ”

So now besides the eldest princess, everyone else is also suspected. The tired Julia sent new information while everyone was talking. The information stated the forces to which these exposed private armed forces belonged and the locations where they appeared. After a simple analysis, the power of the Great Prince's faction was the least exposed.

"But this doesn't mean that the treehouse demigod this time is related to the eldest prince. There are too many possibilities, and it doesn't seem to be good for anyone."

Julia said, and Jenkins agreed.

Probably because the commotion at night was too loud, on Wednesday morning while Jenkins was still reading the newspaper, the herald who came once last week came to the manor again, but this time he asked Dolores and Agelina to enter the palace. .

"All princes and princesses have been summoned by His Majesty. You must be prepared. Your Majesty is very angry this time."

After receiving the banknotes that Jenkins placed in his palm when shaking hands, the herald said carefully, and then left.

Because he was worried about Dolores, Jenkins did not go to Nolan this morning, but stayed in the manor with Alexia to wait for the two princesses to return. They didn't go long, and returned in the carriage during lunch.

"It's not an important matter. My father scolded us one by one and scolded us for causing trouble everywhere."

Dolores said with an unhappy face, and the little princess behind her had the same expression.

"I haven't seen my father's expression like this for a long time. I think he is probably really angry."

In addition to reprimanding these young people and gathering his children again after two weeks, Salsi II also announced some important things, such as the succession to the throne.

"Father told us very clearly that he will choose someone to inherit the throne at the end of this summer. He hopes that we understand what rights and responsibilities we have as kings, and he also hopes that we can face up to our rights, so - everyone Everyone has a chance, that’s what my father said.”

Hearing Dolores say this, Jenkins and Alexia looked at each other, almost knowing what would happen next.

"So my father asked us to be more at ease. If we have the intention to fight for the throne, we should concentrate on taking care of our current government affairs, and then wait for his review and summary in a few months; if we don't have that intention, just stay at home honestly. Go ahead and don’t get involved in other people’s affairs.”

These are probably the original words of Salsi II. They sound normal, but anyone with a little knowledge of history knows that the fight for the throne is never that simple. Even though the current king has made it clear that the final result will be determined by the level of government affairs, Jenkins does not believe that no one will use off-site means.

"How does his physical condition look?"

Alexia asked again.

"It's the same as Jenkins' description when he entered the palace a few days ago. He looked very energetic and spoke with great energy. He scolded us for half an hour, but his expression didn't change."

This scolding probably left a deep impression on the princess and the princes.

While the conversation was enough to change some important decisions, the priority now is disaster relief. At least on the surface, the Stuarts will cater to their father's "concentration on government affairs", so the performance of disaster relief is extremely important.

The financial department Dolores was responsible for had very important responsibilities, so after taking a rest at home, she went to the city again with her sister and Julia. Alexia was going to stay in the manor to study the books she had obtained from the royal library, looking for clues about the mad poet. She asked Jenkins what he was going to do today, and Jenkins mysteriously pulled her to the study, and then It showed the stone slab with a hollow filled in with white gemstones.

Alexia keenly noticed that his action of taking out the slate was not like his usual [reading and writing], but rather like his usual action of bringing up the mechanically beautiful miner's lamp.

"Jenkins, what does this mean?"

"I also want to know what happened. Last night, I read out this slate in the church and wanted to study it again, and then this white gem appeared. And there is something more serious. Remember the tree roots we ate in the secret realm that sealed the silver cube? I got a new blank bubble, but now that bubble is filled."

"Have you obtained [Son of Disaster]?"

Alexia asked in surprise.

"No, I encountered a situation I have never encountered before. This is a semi-finished ability, but I can't even get any information about it."

Jenkins summoned all his ability points, of course, only he could see it.

"I can't know what this ability is. The effect after activation is just to summon this slate... Sit down quickly, I'll tell you what happened last night. That potion is not a potion. I went to the bottom of the remains of the World Tree in the past, and there I met a memory that spoke very politely..."

Chapter 1322 Chapter 1300 War and Peace

Regarding this unfinished ability now, the question is not about its unique way of obtaining it, but that Jenkins really has nothing to do with this disaster.

"I am not the cause of the disaster, why am I qualified to draw power from it?"

He looked at the white gem on the stone slab with worry, and the cat gently patted the back of his hand with its claws to comfort him.

"If not all the documents we have obtained are wrong, then it is possible that this matter is related to you, but we just don't know it."

Alexia pointed out.

Of course, the short lady has other speculations, such as being absorbed by Jenkins The disaster power is not the disaster of Rune, or the incomplete ability he has now obtained is not the [Son of Disaster] at all, but because these possibilities are very small, Alexia did not raise them.

Even if he is depressed, the work of going to Nolan every day must be carried out. After the conversation with Alexia, Jenkins returned to Nolan with chocolate, the city he cares about.

Nolan, which has temporarily lost Jenkins, is still very peaceful, forming a sharp contrast with the chaotic city of Rune. Sometimes Jenkins would wonder if his appearance had brought disaster to Loon, but the tree house plan was obviously well prepared. Even if the young writer had not come to the Northland because of the accident caused by chocolate, all kinds of things would still happen there.

Today's luck was very good. After only half an hour of walking around the city center, he entered the Doomsday Fantasy. Looking at the huge bright yellow moon, Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go to the nearby clock tower to inquire about the steps of the second ceremony.

But suddenly he heard a swallowing sound in his ear. He looked around suspiciously, but did not find any monster larger than the red spider at his feet.

"Strange, am I under too much pressure recently, so I heard it?"

He muttered, not noticing that his cat was looking at the moon with a longing face.

Everything in the world of Doomsday Fantasy remained the same, as if time here had stopped after Jenkins left. The old man with his mouth on his palm was still the same. He told Jenkins the location and method of the next ceremony in a monotonous and boring tone, as well as the space materials it needed.

It took some time to hunt the monsters, and then we had to find Miss Magic in the real world and entrust her with the ritual. Only then was the task of the day basically completed.

Before saying goodbye to Miss Magic, she told Jenkins that she had basically determined the specific plan for chasing the Pirate King, so she asked Jenkins when he would be free.

"I'm always available, but how many people did you gather?"

Jenkins asked.

"Besides the two of us, there's Mr. Hood. Silver Flute was also going to come, but I received a letter from her yesterday. She said she was in trouble and would not be near the city of Nolan recently."

As the sun set, Jenkins walked alone on the streets of Nolan holding his cat. After thinking about the major events of life and the trivial matters of what to eat in the evening, he went to the bar at the entrance of the black market to make sure if he had received the letter.

There were indeed two people who sent letters to Mr. Candle, namely Mr. Black Cat in Turin and Mr. White Cat in Nolan. The former told Jenkins that the suspicious tobacco was also found in Turin, but because the Orthodox Church had intervened, Mr. Black Cat was not convenient to continue the investigation; the latter told Jenkins the specific time to chase the alien species to obtain materials, which was this weekend, and asked Mr. Candle to be ready.

"Today is Wednesday, I have to participate in Hathaway's game on Friday, and the weekend is those evil alien creatures. This week looks very busy."

It is already mid-April. In the first three months of this year, Jenkins did not have time to rest. He has been jumping back and forth in various conspiracies and killings. Now I have not had time to enjoy the warmth of spring, and I am forced to continue to experience winter in the cold north.

Jenkins actually does not hate winter, but it is inevitable to feel a little tired if he experiences a season for too long.

He did not do anything else on this Wednesday night, but sat alone on a stone chair under the flower shed of the manor to maintain his weapons. Although the sword and the staff are both Class C gifts, they are usually not damaged by time or environment, but Jenkins is happy to do so, and occasionally let himself relax and not do anything.

While wiping his weapon with a cloth, he would look up at the starry sky above his head from time to time. The cat curled up next to him obediently, and occasionally twitched for some unknown reason while sleeping.

Such a relaxing environment can always calm people's minds, and also allow Jenkins, who is always busy, time to think about himself and examine himself. He quietly and vigorously wiped his sword with the cloth again and again, and then found that the blade had unknowingly cut the piece of cloth into two halves.

"..."

He vigorously wiped his cane with half a piece of cloth. The cane was now completely black, but it was not completely conical or cylindrical. Its surface has the unique concavities and convexities of natural plant trunks, and the wood grain is very obvious under the black skin.

"It's so peaceful. I really enjoy such a peaceful life more."

He sighed in a low voice and saw that the cat curled up next to him was sleeping soundly, so he picked up his cane and tapped it lightly under the stone bench. On the lawn where the buds had just appeared, the branches and leaves began to grow upward at a speed visible to the naked eye. After reaching the level with the stone bench, he covered Chocolate's body horizontally like a quilt.

"Although its origin is a bit of a mystery, this cane is really useful."

Jenkins thought with satisfaction and continued to experience his peaceful life. But this peace did not last long, nor did Chocolate's sleep with the cool night breeze last long, before they were disturbed by Julia running over in a hurry.

The maid looked like she had rushed here from the manor with her skirt in hand. She was out of breath when she spoke:

"Mr. Williamt, we just received urgent news from Belduran and Turin. Two hours ago, the Kingdom of Chesland officially declared war on the Kingdom of Fidictri!"

Jenkins stopped moving in his hands and looked at Julia in confusion for a few seconds before he understood what she had said. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what comment he should make, so he stood up, put the sword and staff back into his spirit, and then picked up the cat who was throwing a tantrum because he was woken up.

"Did the war start? Just two hours ago?"

He confirmed it again.

"Yes, Mr. Williamte, I think the war has already begun. If it is true, as you said, that the eighteenth century has come to an end, then this war may be the last war of this century."

Chapter 1323: Reward

The upper limit is still 11 chapters and 22,000 words.

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Chapter 1324 Chapter 1301 Jenkins and the War