The Master of the Strange Realm

It was almost evening when the train departed. According to the station schedule, the train would arrive in Shire at 3 a.m. and stop for 5 minutes before continuing on.

This time, Jenkins went out and brought out all his belongings, including gold pounds, materials, and even the bone. His body was now more bloated than normal because too many things were sewn on his underwear.

"Dad, please don't get hurt."

He thought to himself, leaning against the iron sheet on the side of the carriage, not feeling sleepy at all.

The steam whistle roared, and the train "ku-ku-ku" crossed the empty wilderness. After traveling for so long, this seemed to be the first time to leave the scope of Nolan City.

Jenkins had seen a steam floating airship before, which was the greatest crystallization of steam power in this era. But that kind of thing has not yet been mass-produced, and its manufacture involves some weird knowledge.

It takes many years for the [Creation and Machinery] Church to build one, and there is no guarantee that it will fly. Therefore, even the wealthy [Knowledge and Books] Church can only buy two as strategic resources.

The popularity of steam trains was achieved many years ago, which seemed to be the same time as the great plague thirty years ago. Robert William fled to Nolan City on a smuggling ship because the city hall at that time prohibited any outsiders from entering the area in order to protect local citizens.

Thinking endlessly about the relationship between the emergence of steam power and the further strengthening of the barriers of the middle class, the red and blue moons have risen above my head.

A sudden palpitation came to my heart, and I looked up and down with my cane, and then stuck my head out of the very narrow window.

I saw a one-meter-high crack appeared in front of the train along the rails, and there was endless white light in the crack.

"Goddess, are you kidding me?"

He shouted loudly without caring about his image, and only had time to throw the cat in his arms out of the window, and then immediately lay on the dirty ground.

With the roaring whistle, the black train drove straight into the entrance of the strange world. Because of the height of the entrance, only half of the carriages successfully entered. The remaining half, along with hundreds of heads that died with their eyes open, were scattered under the moonlight that had remained peaceful for thousands of years.

Spinning in the endless white light, time and space had no meaning.

Touching the solid ground again, I was extremely grateful to the Creator for allowing the humans of this world to live on the ground.

I was still on the train, but the style of the carriage had changed dramatically. This was no longer a poor carriage with no seats and only black iron exhaust pipes to hold on to. On the contrary, rows of vermilion wooden benches were neatly arranged on both sides of the carriage.

The holy emblem of the traceless traveler painted on the top of the carriage to pray for peace also disappeared, replaced by another strange circular pattern.

PS: The book club group has been reopened, and the group number is in the introduction.

Chapter 120 Chapter 116 Train

The windows were closed, and there was endless night outside the dusty glass windows. The car seemed to be flying in the sky, and you could vaguely see the buildings passing by hurriedly below the night.

Two men and two women, four strangers, were lying next to Jenkins. There was no one else.

They were all gift givers.

The five people opened their eyes almost at the same time. The middle-aged gentleman with a mustache squinted and looked around. The lady in the burgundy dress straightened her hat and let the black veil fall down.

The other two seemed to know each other.

"It's you! You are in this car too!"

The woman screamed, ignoring the presence of others, pulled out her pistol and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The impact of the brass bullet made the short man who had just sat up fall again. He pulled out the long sword from his cane and chopped it down fiercely in the moonlight.

There was another sound of the trigger being pulled, but the bullet in the woman's hand hit the lady in the burgundy dress, and the rapier pierced the gentleman with the mustache.

The woman in the long dress seemed to be fine. She gently stroked in the air, and the woman immediately covered her head like crazy and screamed shrilly. The middle-aged gentleman grabbed the blade of the rapier with his hand wearing a white silk glove. Jenkins noticed that he was exerting force, but the sword did not break.

The man with the sword saw that he could not do anything, so he pulled out the long sword and slashed at Jenkins again.

The rapier and the cane collided with each other, making a buzzing sound of metal collision. The light in front of the man's eyes became brighter, but with a bang, his head was blown off by Jenkins' pistol.

"What a good actor."

Jenkins exclaimed. He thought the man and woman were enemies just now.

He did not put down the pistol, but looked at the woman in the burgundy dress. The woman smiled very elegantly, bent down, hugged the screaming woman on the ground and twisted her head gently.

"It's a very standard military fighting technique of the Cheslan Kingdom."

The gentleman commented.

"Of course, I am a spy of the Cheslan Kingdom."

The woman let go of the body and sat on a bench beside her, saying something extraordinary.

"It's lucky that one of the three people can walk out alive. What am I afraid of?"

She said with a smile.

Squeak~

The iron door at the front of this carriage was pushed open, and behind the door was a young man in a dark green uniform. The background behind him was the same as outside the window, only endless black.

"Welcome to this train, I am the conductor of this train, and I will serve you sincerely."

He ignored the bodies of a man and a woman, and calmly bent down to bow to the three people.

"Brother, how can we leave?"

the woman asked easily.

"Guests, you can leave at any time, but only when the train arrives at the station."

After speaking, he took out a flip-up booklet held by an iron clip from the air, flipped it a few times, and pointed at a certain location with a pencil.

"The next stop is the Bone Forest. The train will arrive in 12 minutes. Guests who are planning to get off, please prepare in advance."

"Forest of Bones?"

The gentleman smiled, showing his white teeth. This was not a mocking tone, but more like a sign that it was indeed the case.

"Do you know anything?"

The woman in the burgundy dress asked, and she also heard the meaning of the laughter.

"That's right, it seems that this time the strange world is easier for me. The places this train arrives are real places, some, um, very strange worlds."

He winked at Jenkins and the woman, somewhat pretending to be mysterious.

"world?"

Jenkins caught on to the last word.

"Yes, world."

The man nodded affirmatively, stretched out his hand to touch his beard, "Besides our world, there are other worlds that are not suitable for ordinary people to live... Oh, that's all I can say, otherwise I head."

He pointed a gloved finger at his head and gestured outward.

"Like watermelon."

After adjusting his tie, the moustachioed gentleman asked the conductor:

"Please check, will this train stop at the [Sea of ​​Eternal Calamity]?"

"OK."

The conductor replied respectfully, and Jenkins noticed that the man was standing very steadily. His legs had not moved since he entered the car, as if they were glued to the ground.

"After passing through [Magma Hell], the train will stop at [Sea of ​​Eternal Calamity] for 3 minutes, and will arrive at the station in approximately 1 hour and 23 minutes."

"It would be great."

"Magma Hell, this place seems to be mentioned in the professor's story."

Jenkins squinted his eyes in thought.

The gentleman took off his hat to express his gratitude, and then shrugged to Jenkins and the woman: "I can return to our world from there. I wish you both good luck."

"Wait, I can come out..."

The woman said immediately, but was interrupted.

"I'm sorry, but I can help you if you're willing to change your beliefs."

The woman immediately stopped talking.

"When will this car stop in our world?"

Jenkins asked the conductor cautiously.

"I'm sorry, guest, this is a one-way ride. If you miss it, you won't be able to go back."

"Where is the terminal?"

"The end."

The three living people looked at each other.

The unwilling woman asked the conductor many questions, but the conductor would not answer any questions unless the specific station name was involved.

More importantly, the three people, including the man, did not know the names of any sites other than "our world", "bone forest", "sea of ​​eternal calamity" and "magma hell".

One hour and twenty-three minutes later, the door on one side of the carriage opened slowly, revealing the endless white light just like the previous two times.

"good luck."

The gentleman took off his hat and nodded to Jenkins and the woman, "There will be no mortality in the strange world. I hope to meet you two again in our world. Goodbye, Miss Spy, goodbye, Mr. Cat Smell."

After saying that, he strode into the white light.

Neither Jenkins nor the woman had the guts to follow.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

It wasn't until the car door closed again that the woman spoke.

"Well, are you confident you can beat him?"

Jenkins pointed to the conductor.

"Do I look like a fool?"

The woman lifted her veil and replied angrily. Jenkins could only shake his head.

He really had no choice. Since getting in the car, he had tried all his abilities, and his Eyes of Truth had been open to look for possible anomalies.

But there was nothing abnormal. There were colorful auras everywhere he could see, and Jenkins almost went blind.

"What do you think it would be like to pray for God's attention in a place like this?"

Jenkins suggested, and the woman's voice and the conductor's reply sounded at the same time.

Chapter 121 Chapter 117 Sin

"A strange place is a place that even gods cannot look at."/"Excuse me, which great being are you related to?"

The two of them looked at the conductor at the same time. He was still calm, as if he had not spoken just now.

"I am a believer in the sage of inheritance."

"Sorry, although this person is great, he is not qualified to ask me to change the direction of the train."

Jenkins was startled. To say such a thing was to imply that some gods might be qualified.

"I am a believer in the Sunless Moon."

Women are trying, too.

"Sorry, although this person is equally great, he is still not qualified to ask me to change the direction of the train."

Same answer.

"So, which one can make you change the direction of the train?"

The woman asked again, but received no answer.

She was a little depressed and took off her hat and veil, revealing her delicate face.

"Boy, do you have any support?"

"I don't think so."

"It doesn't count."/"It doesn't count."

The voices came out almost simultaneously again. The woman looked at the conductor in surprise, then at Jenkins. Jenkins smiled shyly.