The Master of the Strange Realm

Even though the weather was quite good today and the countryside was sunny, the manor was completely covered by the shadow of the hills and the surrounding scenery was desolate, which made people think of those horror stories unconsciously.

The coachman who sent Jenkins said that although he often came to the vicinity, he had never noticed that there was a small manor here.

Because the road ahead was difficult to walk, the carriage did not send Jenkins to the gate of the manor, but dropped him off.

The building in front of him was obviously old. The stone wall outside the manor was dyed green by the ivy, and the path connecting the country road was buried in the weeds. Only a small section was cleared in front of the gate.

A crooked wooden sign stood at the gate of the manor, which read [Private territory, there are vicious dogs inside], but Jenkins doubted whether anyone would come to such a remote place.

He looked at the door for a long time, but did not see anything like a bell. So he stood on tiptoe at the door and looked inside, trying to see if anyone in the manor could find someone at the door, but there was no one in the courtyard.

Chapter 1392 Chapter 1369 The Unexpected Appearance of God

Standing on tiptoe, he could vaguely see someone in the window of the building, but the people in the house obviously didn't like to look outside.

"Hello, is anyone there? I'm here to visit Viscount Franka."

Helplessly, he could only stand at the door and shout loudly inside, which was quite impolite. If it was to his face, Jenkins would never do it.

But it was obviously useful. Half a minute after the loud shouting, the door of the three-story building was pushed open. The man dressed like an old butler slowly walked along the path in the weedy courtyard to the door, looking at the stranger with a cat on his shoulder through the fence.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

The old butler asked. Although he was the butler of a country noble, his accent was very strong in the style of Beldiran.

"Hello, I'm here to visit Viscount Franka. Is he home?"

"Hello, sir. What can I do for you?"

"I found an old letter to the Franka family. I think the Viscount will be interested in it."

As he said this, he showed a corner of the letter. The old housekeeper obviously wanted to check it, but Jenkins didn't give it to him.

"You can tell from my appearance that I'm a decent person. And I came here from Nolan so far away, not to deceive anyone... Look, can someone wearing such an expensive ring be a liar?"

As he said this, he showed his Ouroboros gold ring. I don't know whether it was because Jenkins chose a very friendly image this time, or because the noble color of the ring touched the old man, he finally opened the door for Jenkins.

The hinge of the door probably hadn't been lubricated for a long time, and it made a harsh shrill sound when it was opened.

The manor doesn't cover a large area. Not to mention compared with Dolores's suburban manor, it is not even as good as Marquis Michael's residence in Nolan City.

Although it looks very run-down from the outside, after entering the building, it is found that the interior is well decorated. The walls have been painted recently and have a strong smell. The oil paintings on the walls are all newly hung, and the vases are specially purchased porcelain, which costs a lot of money.

"Your Excellency the Viscount has only recently planned to move here to live for a while, so the yard outside has not been cleaned up, and the interior of the manor is still being renovated."

The housekeeper probably saw Jenkins' doubts and said as he led him away.

After entering from the door, there is a staircase through the corridor. Going up the stairs to the second floor, the old housekeeper knocked on the second door on the left, indicating that someone was visiting. After getting permission, Jenkins walked in.

This is the study room. There are bookshelves on all four walls. Only the position of the door is left empty, and a window is left for ventilation. The curtains are drawn, but because the three gas lamps in the room and the candlesticks on the table are all lit, the room is not dim.

Jenkins thought that the fire risk here is very high, and he didn't know whether he should remind the other party.

Viscount Franka was sitting behind the desk. He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a long face. He had brown hair, a carefully trimmed beard on his chin, and a pair of glasses with gold frames on his face.

When Jenkins came in, the Viscount was putting down the big book in his hand. Jenkins didn't see the title of the book clearly, but he thought it was a serious academic work.

"Good afternoon, Viscount Franka. I'm sorry to come to visit you because I have something important to do. Oh, you can call me Poirot. I'm sorry I didn't bring my business card."

"Please sit down, Mr. Poirot. It may be a little luck given to me by God to meet a strange visitor on such a boring morning. Hull, please make us some hot tea."

He said to the old butler standing at the door, who answered softly and closed the door of the study. Viscount Franka looked at Jenkins with interest.

"Mr. Poirot, you look like a city person, are you from Norland? It must have taken you a long time to get here?"

"Yes, I left Norland yesterday afternoon, stayed in York Town for one night, crossed the river to Roman Town this morning, and got your address from the sheriff at the town entrance."

"So, the murderer of the serial murder case has not been found yet?"

The Viscount asked curiously.

"I'm not sure, but someone died at the town entrance last night. I heard that this is the third victim of the serial murder case."

"This is really scary. Roman Town is not a big city like Nolan. There are not many people here, and there may not be one vicious murder case every few years... Forget it, let's not talk about it being so scary. topic, let me read this letter.”

He reached out and picked up the letter that Jenkins placed on the desk, felt the texture of the paper with his fingers, and then opened the letter.

Jenkins has already read the content of the letter. It is in modern common language and contains only a few lines of letters. The general meaning is to ask the person who gets the letter to find the Franke family for reward.

At normal speed, you can read all the contents in half a minute at most, but Jenkins waited for a while without seeing Viscount Franka put the letter down, so he frowned and tilted his head to see the expression on his face behind the letter. , but the Viscount remained as motionless as a sculpture.

The study was very quiet, and Jenkins felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he patted his cat to let it bark to break the silence, and then scolded it loudly, so that the Viscount would have to speak.

But the chocolate in the current tabby cat state was extremely uncooperative. Jenkins could only cough, and then apologized to Viscount Franka in an exaggerated tone. The latter did not respond at all. Helplessly, Jenkins could only say softly:

"Viscount Franca, what do you think of this letter?"

"My point of view?"

The Viscount finally spoke, but his voice was a little strange. Jenkins was startled and subconsciously leaned back. At this moment, Viscount Franka finally put the letter in his hand back on the table.

Obviously the other person's appearance has not changed at all, but the middle-aged man looking at him at this moment seems to be a different person. If the Viscount Franca just now was an elegant and easy-going scholar, then the current Viscount Franca is like a bottomless abyss. Looking at him is like looking up at the high sky where the end cannot be seen. This kind of A singular temperament that Jenkins is all too familiar with.

"you......"

"Good day, god of lies."

He showed a real smile to Jenkins, and the letter in his hand had turned into a spirit with the purest power of God and escaped into this world:

"I am very happy to meet you here in the morning of this material world. I think even if there are no poets or scholars to record our meeting at this moment, the following conversation will be very meaningful."

Chapter 1393 Chapter 1370 Gifts and Little Trouble

"Viscount Franka" just smiled and talked to Jenkins. Although his face was still the same as before, the core was no longer the same mortal as before.

"Who are you......"

Jenkins was too shocked to speak.

"I am the ancestor of this body in the long past. When my blood comes into contact with this letter, I will automatically receive the message and obtain the sign of the material world. I want to give it to the person who has removed the remaining curse of the mad poet. A small gift..."

Seeing that Jenkins looked wary and wanted to turn around and run away, he smiled and continued:

"I forgot to introduce myself. I can't tell you my real name, but mortals like to call me [Hirling Mist]."

This is not the first time that Jenkins has seen real gods in the material world. On the last day of last year, he saw five gods at once. Later, after returning from the mirror world, the former God of Lies even visited with the [Doomsday Script] his home.

But this does not mean that he is very used to meeting God, not to mention that the other party still used this "surprising" way of appearing, which was really too shocking.

"Hello...nice to meet you."

He was not prepared to talk to a god before, and Jenkins didn't know what to say in a hurry.

"Destiny is always unpredictable. Even after becoming a god, I often lament this. God of Lies, this letter was indeed left by me. I was still very weak at the time and could not deal with the owner of [Son of Disaster]. The curse was leaked after death, so it was left behind for future generations to solve the matter. I think you can probably guess that [Son of Disaster] is one of the saviors of the fifteenth century, and the mad poet Cavendi. Xu Ze is the original qualified holder. He had completely mastered this ability before his death, and you can understand the power of the savior's ability..."

The other party seemed to know all the secrets of Jenkins, and seemed to know everything he knew. The tone is very slow, but quite powerful.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, the person who solved this problem would actually be a savior candidate. This is probably the fate of saviors... But it's not bad, at least the problem is solved, Kavin Dish has truly died in the material world, which can be regarded as the end of my last regrets when I was a mortal."

"So, you and the mad poet are really candidates for the savior of the fifteenth century? You only left your achievements and did not leave your name because you really became a god..."

Jenkins stopped when he said this. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door. After getting the consent of "Viscount Franka", the butler and the valet behind him walked in with saucers and tea sets, and screened the two people. I left after having a cup of tea.

"Yes, that's it. The battle with Cavendish was one of the few fierce battles I experienced as a mortal. We fought fiercely on the top of the snow-capped mountains for three full days, and in the end I was dragged to death. Him. That was a story a long time ago, and so many years have passed in the material world in the blink of an eye.

I think what you want more than my gift is some information. "

He sighed, then closed the book in front of him, signaling to Jenkins that he could ask questions.

Jenkins took a deep breath. Although he had not expected the current situation, it was obviously a good opportunity. The god sitting across the table seemed to be easy to talk to:

"Nice to meet you. Sorry, I still don't understand. Since you have become a god, why don't you solve the curse of the mad poet yourself? I think this should not be difficult for a god."

He strongly suspected that the other party was deliberately waiting for him to go to the snowy mountains to resolve the matter, and then appeared in front of him naturally with the excuse of "giving thanks".

The two gods he has had the deepest contact with so far are the former God of Lies and the God of Music. The former used the method of betraying his followers to get involved with Jenkins and profited from this. Not only did he give up his identity as an evil god, He also obtained a more suitable priesthood; the latter's trick was even more unexpected by Jenkins. As early as when he first came to this world, he set up a trap to lead him to the Shire and gave him a drop of divinity. Half a year later, it was a matter of course. He asked Jenkins to repay him. Although Jenkins still doesn't know what the god gained in the process of destroying the Skeleton Sword, designing such a trap must not only allow Jenkins to give the music box to the believers.

Not to mention, the later discovery of the relationship between the God of Music and the Sage made Jenkins even more frightened.

Therefore, there is reason to believe that these high-dimensional gods who can see destiny clearly are extremely good at planning various traps and plans.

"God returns to God, and man returns to man. Even if it is something caused by myself, the moment I get rid of my mortal identity, it is no longer 'my' thing. I don't know if you understand the meaning of this, After all, you are still a mortal. But there is a big gap and difference between gods and humans. There are some things that can be done, but it is not necessary. For example, gods can obviously solve all the troubles of mortals in the material world, but generally speaking, we can. Not doing that, it’s the same thing.”

The man behind the desk explained patiently.

"So you came to see me this time just to give me a small gift to thank me for solving this little trouble?"

"Yes."

"I don't want any gifts. I like stories very much... Can you tell me how you saved the world at the end of the fifteenth era?"

Jenkins asked, trying to look curious.

"God of lies, although this priesthood was not condensed by you, you are definitely more suitable for it than your predecessor... I was also a candidate for the savior, and I know the rules of the end of the era very well. Sorry, Some things can only be understood by yourself."

He shrugged his shoulders and answered in a brisk tone, knowing quite clearly what Jenkins wanted to know.

"That's right, indeed."

Jenkins will no longer be disappointed by this kind of thing. He is completely used to the mystery of these guys who know the truth.

"But I can give you some tips. After all, I have had an identity like you, so I know some ways to circumvent the rules. Besides, you are not a mortal yourself, and some rules that restrict mortals are useless to you."

"What do I need to do for you?"

When I asked this question, as expected, I saw a smile on the face of the man opposite. Jenkins immediately felt that he might be involved in something again.

Chapter 1394 Chapter 1371 Serial Murders

"Don't worry, it's just a small thing. You don't need to be so nervous. Aren't we still talking about the serial murder that happened in Roman Town just now? Find the murderer before the sun sets and send it here, and I will give it to you You need some hints, not just about the End of the Age, but also about those strange tobaccos, some of my followers did go a little too far this time.”

The God of Spice and Mist said this. This is his most orthodox title.

Roman Town has a small population and a small area. It is an extremely ordinary rural town and is completely incomparable to Hot Spring Town, an important town in the far north that Jenkins once visited.

Murders that occur in such places often cause great panic. After all, almost everyone knows that once a murder occurs, it means that if there are no outsiders living there for a long time in the near future, it must be someone from the town who committed the crime.

To investigate this matter, the easiest way is undoubtedly to act together with the police. Not only can you master the latest intelligence, but you can also fully understand the cause and effect of the matter.

But it is a pity that Jenkins does not have such access. He can't find any reason for the police to agree to his joining. After all, he does not have the status of a well-known detective. The power of lies can be used, but in this way, it will not only be one or two people who have to be deceived. He is not yet able to use lies on a large scale, at least not in the current state.

"So what does that god want to do?"

Jenkins couldn't figure it out until he returned to town. He deliberately chose to return from the intersection where he met the police just now, but when he returned to the town, the police and the corpse were gone, and there were only mottled blood stains on the ground.

Even if you can't find a suitable way to follow the police, at least most of the time, the gold pound is omnipotent. With only a small amount of money, he got the basic information of the three dead from the owner of the tavern. Then, under the name of being a writer who went out to collect materials, Jenkins came to the police station in the town, trying to get some more information with this identity.

The Yorktown Police Department has a short history. At least twenty years ago, there were only two sheriffs responsible for all the work of police, forensic doctors, and prison guards. Later, the Yorktown Police Department was added, but there were only three police officers in the bureau.

The sheriff and the middle-aged police officer went out to investigate, and only a freckled young man remained in the police station. It was noon now, and he was probably a little sleepy after eating a full meal. He drooped his head, and Jenkins woke him up after calling him twice.

"Stranger?"

He looked at Jenkins, then sat up straight with a grumble, yawned, took out a form with a strong smell of ink from the drawer, and handed him a pen with a cracked nib:

"If you want to report a crime, please fill out the form yourself..."

He paused, confirmed Jenkins's dress again, and thought that the person in front of him should be literate, so he didn't mention that he could fill it out for him.

"I'm not here to report a crime."

"The toilet is on the left."

"I'm not here to use the toilet either."

"Goodbye, I hope you have a good time in Yorktown."

He lay down again after saying this. It seems that if someone didn't really come to report a crime, he wouldn't sit up again.

"Meow~"

The cat on his shoulder called softly, but Jenkins felt that there was a mocking meaning in the cat's call.

"I'm here to donate."

He said in a very standard Nolan accent. In the eyes of country people, this accent is a symbol of "noble birth".