The Master of the Strange Realm

"We have been hiding nearby just now. Your 'little magic' seems magical, right?"

When he said this sentence, he deliberately used the accent of the dialect of his hometown where he traveled before. In addition, his disguised face was covered with a veil. It was easy for people to misunderstand that these two were habitual robbers from other places.

"My friend Cowan gave it to me!"

The baron explained without hesitation.

Chapter 118 Chapter 114 Expulsion

"What you see is all I have learned. If you want to know the principles, you can go to him. He lives in..."

Jenkins pretended to write down the address of his unlucky friend seriously, and nodded to the girl behind him, who played music, and the baron fell asleep again.

"Let's go."

He said quickly.

"Wait, why were you so skilled just now?"

Miss Hesha held his hand suspiciously and asked.

"I'm just a poor little writer. When thinking about the plot of the story, isn't it normal to think about this kind of thing?"

The expression on his face was a little aggrieved.

"Then why are you wearing a gun?"

Jenkins pretended to be embarrassed again and scratched his hair:

"You asked me out, didn't you say it was dangerous? I'm a little worried."

After successfully returning to the carriage, throwing away the charm and returning to its original appearance, Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why do we have to be thieves every time we come out with you?"

"It's not about being a thief. We took, no, did I take something from the Baron?"

the girl asked angrily.

Jenkins grinned, "I also know this is robbery. When I go back, I will pray to the sage and ask her to forgive my mistakes."

As he spoke, he took out the baron's wallet, took out all the money and threw it out of the carriage window. I was very hesitant, but I still asked the girl.

"It's just over twenty pounds. This is not a sin at all. You are the Giver, do you understand? The Giver! We have great power, so we need to be more humble. But this does not mean that we must do everything. Your hands are tied. You are too naive, Jenkins, and you will never get far on the path of the Giver without my help."

Miss Hesha mentioned this matter again.

"This is indeed the first time I have heard about the swallowing properties you just mentioned. Do you have any matches?"

"what are you up to?"

The girl raised her eyebrows.

"Burn it."

Fortunately, the baron didn't have any coins with him.

Miss Hesha snatched the banknotes and stuffed them into her pocket, "Are you crazy?"

"No, although the kingdom's laws stipulate that it is illegal to intentionally damage banknotes..."

"Who cares? I mean, why would you burn them?"

"Safety first!"

"Only in this kind of problem can you act like a normal gifter."

The girl probably thought about the gun just now.

"Don't worry, the money will not be traced. Don't get into trouble with the gold pound."

She turned her head angrily and looked out the window at the night.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Jenkins could only nod obediently.

"Didn't you just give me 200 pounds last time? You should be very rich..."

He thought silently and blinked. It seemed that the crystal hair ornament with gems on the young red-haired lady's hair was not brought out today. Yes, although Miss Hesha's father is an earl, but unlike Miss Hemel's father, a marquis who holds military power, Earl Hesha is more in line with Jenkins's imagination of a down-and-out noble.

"By the way, I need some very pure gold flakes and some special metals. Do you have any channels?"

he asked carefully.

"How much?"

"Not much, not much."

Jenkins explained the number and then pulled off the cloth pocket sewn on his underwear. Inside was the 200 pounds he had gotten from the girl last time.

"What do you mean? You should have a rough idea of ​​the price of these metals. About one hundred and fifty pounds is enough."

She seemed really angry this time.

"No, I need it urgently. I need it tomorrow morning."

The red-haired girl looked at Jenkins suspiciously. After a long time, she took the money from Jenkins' hand.

He was really in a hurry.

As soon as he saw his father the next day, Jenkins told him what happened last night.

Of course, he and Miss Hesha just went to an ordinary dance, and they didn't expect anything involving extraordinary elements to happen. Jenkins Williams and Hathaway Hertha are both pure and kind-hearted ordinary citizens.

"You mean, Hathaway Hesha took the initiative to invite you?"

"Dad, that's not the point."

"Oh, okay, let's talk about this later. You mean, you didn't feel any spirit from the ritual materials."

Dad asked a little seriously, his brows knitted together.

"Yes, as you know, I'm very sensitive about this..."

"I see."

He grabbed Jenkins' coat and threw it to him, "You won't be here today...and you won't be here tomorrow. When will you come back to work again, I will go to your house to let you know."

After saying that, he pushed Jenkins to leave.

"What's wrong?"

Of course Jenkins refused.

"It's none of your business, so be it."

Dad tore off a corner of the newspaper, then took a pen and scribbled a line of words.

"Go buy a ticket later and collect the bill for me at this address."

Looking down, the address is a street in Shire City.

The original owner of Jenkins had never been there before. According to the geography knowledge he had learned recently, this place is not far away, but even if you take a steam train, it will take half a day to get there.

"Dad, tell me the truth, what happened?"

He asked seriously.

"Nothing, hurry up, hurry up, say hello to old Jack for me, I haven't seen him for a long time."

After saying that, he pushed Jenkins out of the store without saying anything and closed the door tightly. After a few seconds, the door was opened again with the sound of a bell, and Chocolate was also grabbed by the neck and thrown out.

"Dad, what happened?"

"It's none of your business. Go quickly. Remember, I asked you to go to Shire City."

"But..."

The carriage passed slowly behind him, and Jenkins immediately shut up. He didn't shout to the door until there were no pedestrians around again:

"Dad, I need some blood-stained iron. Please help me find it. It's not too late to go after you find it."

There was no sound from inside the door, but a few minutes later, a small box was thrown out.

Jenkins didn't even look at it, and said, "Too much. I only need a piece the size of a fingernail. Dad, open the door and take it back."

No one responded to him again.

Jenkins stood at the door of Dad's antique shop for a long time before he realized that there was a back door in the warehouse.

When he went around to the back door, it was locked, so Jenkins ran to the church again. Captain Binsi said that he hadn't seen Dad today, and Bishop Palod went to the countryside to preach with the priests the day before yesterday.

He could only go home with chocolate in his arms, feeling depressed.

Dad stood at the corner of the street where the church was located until he confirmed that Jenkins had really left, then he held down his hat and hurried into the church.

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Chapter 119 Chapter 115 Encountering the Strange Realm Again

Miss Hesha acted quickly. She sent a male servant to put the metal pieces that Jenkins needed in a suitcase and gave them to him.

Jenkins had nothing to do, so he decided to go to the black market.

He asked the middleman, the clown, but he didn't expect that the female hunter had completed the task.

It was still the familiar room. The female hunter leaned quietly on the fabric sofa. The light of the candle could only illuminate the small wooden table in the middle of the four sofas.

"Is there a result?"

Jenkins said the code agreed last time to identify himself, and then asked.

"It went smoothly."

She replied, and then threw over a khaki paper bag containing an investigation report.

"Your information is wrong. None of the members of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe died this year. The one who died was an apprentice makeup artist who was hired for only half a year."

Jenkins nodded, looked at the stack of information by himself, and ignored the accusation.

The report said that the Silver Jasmine Opera's apprentice makeup artist, Prior Jones, caught a serious illness due to a cold while in New Truman City. After ineffective treatment, he died on the way to Nolan.

She was properly buried in the public cemetery in Shire City. The female hunter's report was very detailed, even recording the location of the tomb and the form of funeral.

"The report did not mention that this poor girl had any relationship with the gifter."

He asked again.

"It's not that I didn't mention it, but I couldn't find any intersection between the target woman and the gifter. Is it because your intelligence was wrong, so you made a mistake in the investigation? Let's make it clear that this is your own problem. I have completed your commission, so don't use this as an excuse to default."

The woman warned.

"Of course not."

Jenkins handed over the prepared note with the [War Blessing] ability learning ceremony written on it, and was very happy in his heart, because this meant that the saint had not let anyone find out.

"However, Shire City, isn't this too coincidental? It seems that I really need to go there..."

After paying the money and goods and bidding farewell to the female hunter, Jenkins bought some precious metals on the black market and gathered the materials needed for the sealing ceremony before leaving. He didn't know whether the active divinity would cause strange phenomena, but the drop in the statue and the sealed drop were both very calm, so the sealing ceremony must be prepared.

I went to visit the [Knowledge and Books] Church again, but this time even Captain Binsi couldn't be found.

Returning home in confusion, Jenkins frowned at the black rain clouds floating in the sky.

But the matter of divinity cannot be delayed, and even if something happens, without divinity as a trump card, he can't play a positive role.

No one took care of the chocolate, so Jenkins carried a small suitcase and brought it to the Nolan City Railway Station.

Nolan City is a famous big city in the kingdom, and the station is naturally very grand. There is a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going. Jenkins wants to leave immediately so that he can come back as soon as possible, so he can only buy a standing ticket for an ordinary carriage.

He came too late.

But he bought three tickets in total. In this era, you only need money to buy tickets. There is absolutely no way, and no conditions, to record the city ID number of each passenger.

Jenkins deliberately changed his clothes, took this train to Shire, and then immediately went to the cemetery to investigate. According to the time after the investigation, he chose the one with the right time from the remaining two tickets and kept it, and then went to help his father collect the debt. In this way, he could almost perfectly explain his itinerary.

The whole carriage was filled with a strong smell of sweat, and the cat hidden in the inner pocket of Jenkins' coat began to move restlessly.

A young girl next to him looked at Jenkins's chest curiously, and Jenkins turned around awkwardly, holding his hat.