The Master of the Strange Realm

"Light Chaser Club."

This was the first evil god sect he encountered after coming to this world.

"If I remember correctly, this organization claims to turn all humans into light and escape the disaster at the end of the era in this way. Do you think this is a way to save the world? In fact, it is true. At least in principle, the disappearance of all humans can really postpone the arrival of the final day. It's just that this approach is not very feasible and is mixed with other purposes. In this way, the [Son of Disaster] who leads the disaster can also become a savior. It's the same reason."

"Viscount Franka" said.

"If the fifteenth century can make the [Son of Disaster] a candidate for the savior, then now in the eighteenth century, it will again..."

"I know what you want to ask, but I can't answer this question for you. This requires you to explore it yourself."

The middle-aged man behind the desk shook his head and said.

"I understand this. I just wanted to give it a try, but it didn't work... Then if I really beat the other competitors and become the final winner, what do I need to face? I know the final disaster is called the Great Disaster at the End of the Era, but what exactly does it refer to? A powerful creature? A worldwide mutation? Or something even more terrifying?"

Jenkins tried to express his thoughts, where "some powerful thing" refers to the ancient machinery under Nolan, and "a worldwide mutation" refers to the fog around Nolan.

"You are facing an entire era, the [sins] condensed by all the intelligent creatures living in this world. This is the destination of every era. When these [sins] exceed the world's capacity, they will condense into terrible things, or attach to some real existence. If the chosen person can deal with it, by any means, then this mortal can directly become a god..."

After saying this, the god behind the table laughed:

"You have never heard what I said just now from anywhere else. This is the deepest content I can reveal about the future. So don't try to ask more specific questions. Some things spoken by me into your ears will cause unnecessary trouble in the future."

"I understand this too. Speaking of it, isn't the principle of eliminating the sins of the era the same as collecting sin coins to bear the sins? Could it be that the masters allow those strange things to enter the material world in order to let them collect the sin coins condensed by sins, thereby continuously delaying the time when the end of the era comes?"

Jenkins thought for a while before saying this.

"You even know this?"

The god of fog and spices expressed surprise for the first time, "Someone actually dared to tell you this, this is really... I don't express any opinion on your opinion. When you leave the material world and sublimate yourself, you will have your own answer."

Although the god in front of him still did not tell Jenkins what he would face in the end, at least there was a vague answer, which was better than knowing nothing.

The question about the end of the era seemed to end here. Seeing that the other party had no intention of answering more in-depth questions, Jenkins changed the topic to the issue of tobacco that has been making a lot of noise in the world recently. The first question is naturally whether the other party has anything to do with these tobaccos. This question is very important.

"I have nothing to do with this matter. Although a small number of my believers participated in this farce, it was not my will. What they did was also contrary to my doctrine. You should be able to see this from the attitude of the Orthodox Church. So far, no party has ever declared me an evil god."

The middle-aged man answered in a relaxed tone.

"So what are those tobaccos used for? Those people spread them all over the world, not just to make a few gold coins, right?"

Jenkins asked again. The other party was the god of smoke and spices, and he could definitely answer this question.

"Those tobaccos with strange ingredients are actually more hypnotic than addictive. You should know this, right?"

"Yes, those tobaccos can make people feel relaxed, which is why people who are not addicted but want to try it a second time after smoking it."

Jenkins nodded and said.

Chapter 1398 Chapter 1375 Fog, Machinery, and Disaster

"What can you think of from the hypnotic properties?"

The god behind the desk asked, but did not let Jenkins answer the question, but gave the answer directly:

"So the real effect of those tobaccos is not reflected in reality, but in dreams. Under deliberate influence, dreams can become very beautiful. People who are extremely painful in real life may prefer false dreams. You can do a little investigation and find that the frequency and type of dreams of people who have smoked those tobaccos will be highly overlapped."

"Connecting dreams? I have never thought of this... But what's the use? Extracting people's mental power in this way?"

Jenkins asked again.

"If I tell you all the answers, wouldn't it make the story very boring? You can try to solve it yourself. It's not a difficult problem."

[Hovering Mist] refused to answer the question again, and Jenkins nodded without any reluctance. He thought for a long time before deciding to start the last topic:

"I still have many questions about the mad poet."

"You can ask any questions you want, I don't necessarily have to answer all of them."

"Is he really dead?"

"Why do you ask that question?"

The middle-aged man behind the desk sat up slightly.

"It can be seen from the ancient book records I found that your three days and three nights of fierce battle on the top of the snow mountain should have happened at the end of that era. It was very likely that it was the final battle of the savior war. At that time Although I don’t know how powerful the mad poet is, it is not difficult to tell from the later remains and records that he has absorbed the power of so many disasters, so he should no longer be considered a human being? Although this matter has nothing to do with me, I still I’m very curious, did he die in the end?”

Jenkins explained his thinking.

"Well, this question can indeed be answered for you. You guessed it right... Although the battle on the snowy mountaintop ended with my victory, the mad poet was not completely dead. His body was left there In the small mountain village, I waited for the power of time to destroy everything. I used the ritual to banish the broken soul to the material world. It was not until I achieved my own self that I completely erased the soul. So from this point in time, he really is. 's dead."

Jenkins nodded suddenly. This result was in line with his expectations:

"Then did you know that he once had a strange mechanical creation that could predict the future through a large number of precise calculations?"

"I know what you want to ask, is it this?"

The middle-aged man knocked on the table. As white clouds rose, the familiar cube model appeared on the table.

"Yes, that's it."

Jenkins nodded immediately.

"I used to be very curious about what this was. After killing the mad poet, I learned from his belongings that this was when he was searching for the cause of disaster in the entire world. He found the southern wasteland of Middle-earth, which is now the Norland region. Antiquities excavated nearby.

I think you can guess its origin. It is a malfunctioning replica created by ancient humans by imitating the machine in the deepest part of Nolan's underground. But this kind of imitation, in addition to obtaining some of the functions of that thing, also completely copied the madness and distortion, which led to the subsequent series of tragedies. "

"Can the original machine under Nolan's underground be defeated by human strength? Or, what are its weaknesses?"

Jenkins asked quickly.

"I have never seen it with my own eyes. Even if I use the characteristics of omniscience to find the answer for you, it is a stereotyped and unapplicable answer. Rather than 'misleading' you like this, it is better to find the answer yourself."

"So...that machine is really the final disaster at the end of this era? Or is it part of the disaster?"

"I didn't say anything. You said it yourself."

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, then motioned for Jenkins to continue asking questions.

"About that unique ability [Child of Disaster], I have also learned a lot of information from various channels. Now I know that a group of people are seeking this ability. For this reason, they imitate the mad poet of the year and constantly create disasters. Is it possible that they will succeed?"

Jenkins asked, while stroking the dishonest cat lying on his lap, which kept trying to jump to the desk.

The god behind the table thought for a while, touched his chin, and then answered:

“There’s no way they’re going to make it, I can guarantee you that.

There is no doubt that the mad poet can achieve [Son of Disaster] by absorbing five disasters. That is because this ability is the origin of his soul, and he himself is the Son of Disaster. And if you want to rely on rituals to learn this ability, what you need to do is not as simple as five disasters. Did you know that the God of Lies, those unique abilities, appear and disappear, are closely related to fate? But at this point in time, there is no destiny related to [Son of Disaster]. So it's not that anyone forbids this ability from appearing again, it's just that it shouldn't appear now. "

Although it sounded confusing, Jenkins somehow understood it, and then began to worry about what kind of big news the group in the tree house would make in the end.

"So is there any ability related to the [Son of Disaster]? Maybe the two are one and the same."

he asked again.

"Viscount Franke" smiled and glanced at him, then picked up the book on the table:

"Yes, there is indeed an ability that is completely opposite to [Son of Disaster], and the methods of obtaining the two are very similar, but there are some differences in key points. Don't ask me where the most critical step is, because I also Don't know, yeah, I really don't know, but I think you do.

Oh, I have to read a book for a while before leaving. This interesting encyclopedia is really good. You can ask one last question. It's getting late. I don't think you will spend the night in a nearby town and you have to go back in a hurry. "

"last question......"

In fact, Jenkins still had many questions that he wanted to ask. Even if he asked them until midnight, he would not be able to finish them all. But since the other party said this, I can only ask the last one. Today's harvest is already big enough.

I didn’t know which one was the most important for a moment, so I simply chose Alexia’s question:

"I would like to know if there is any special reason why your descendants live so close to Nolan at this time?"

"There's no reason, it's all coincidence."

Without the lie priest, Jenkins could sense that the other party was lying.

Chapter 1399 Chapter 1376 Envoys from Foreign Countries

Jenkins did not intend to expose the lie of the god in front of him. God has his own plans, and people have their own lives. The intervention of gods in the material world is often obscure and silent, and usually no one will find any signs even in the end.

Although curious, he did not need to worry about whether the other party's plan would affect him. He only needed to worry about what the fate of the Frank family would be in the end.

After a polite farewell, Jenkins left with his cat. As he said just now, the man in the study flipped through the large monograph in his hand under the light of the gas lamp. It was not until the old housekeeper knocked on the door to inform him that dinner was available that he closed the book and walked to the window.

The room was filled with transparent white mist. In the white mist, the young man brought by Jenkins appeared on the floor. He lay on the brand new carpet, looking dazed and ignorant. After all, the memory of the last moment was that he was attacked by the man who checked the steam meter.

"I will only ask the question once, and I hope you will seize the opportunity. Where is the gem now?"

"What treasure..."

Halfway through the words, I realized that the current scene was unusual. The breath of the man with his back to him was so strange that when he stood in front of the window, even the stars in the night sky outside the window were distorted into indescribable abstract oil paint. The stars dimmed because of his appearance, and the silent night was silent and lifeless.

Just standing there with his back to him, the oppressive atmosphere in the room made him almost unable to breathe. The air seemed to be condensed and terrible. He was not sure whether it was because he could not breathe because of excessive tension, but the air in the room really had a terrible change.

"I..."

As soon as the words came out, he felt that his voice was so hoarse, and he couldn't stop trembling from the first syllable. This was definitely not because the man who checked the steam meter punched him in the throat.

"That gift is here with me now."

The subconscious feeling made him dare not lie, just hope to end it all quickly, even if he died on the spot It's better than the current situation.

"This way, the problem is much simpler."

"Franca" stood with his back to him and finished speaking. In the invisible traction, the gem in the man's soul immersed in the carpet automatically emerged from his forehead.

It was a huge red gem. If it was set in the crown, it would hardly need any polishing.

"This gem belongs to me now. As compensation, you can get some gifts."

"Okay."

The trembling man on the carpet did not dare to say more. After getting permission, he rushed out of the manor. After spending a carefree life in prison, he did not dare to recall the scene of that night. But for such a person, living in prison until the age of 90 before dying is also a great gift.

"Even if I become a god, I still like this feeling of opening gifts."

The god standing in front of the window looked at the floating gem in front of him, and with a light twist of his fingers, the gifted gem broke into powder. After the useless residue fell to the ground, dots of golden light danced in the room. The light was very weak, but it was unusually present.

"It's just a little bit of the fragment of the priesthood, and I know I don't have such good luck..."

(Chocolate is running...)

When I returned to Loen, I had missed dinner time, but fortunately there was still food left in the kitchen, so Jenkins told Alexia about the wonderful day today at the dinner table.

Dolores and Julia were not in the manor. As the war between the two southern kingdoms began, the atmosphere in the northern kingdom, which had nothing to do with it, became more and more tense. In addition to the fact that Loen itself was in chaos, it was also because earlier today, official letters from the Kingdom of Cheslan and the Kingdom of Fidictli arrived in Loen almost at the same time.

"So what I gained from Nolan today was, on the one hand, that I learned that the mad poet was dead, and the clues about the machine were cut off; on the other hand, it is certain that the ability corresponding to the "Poem of Disaster" is definitely not just the Son of Disaster. The ability I have now that has not yet fully formed is very likely to be the next Savior Emblem."

Jenkins said while swallowing the bread in his mouth, and his voice was unclear. Alexia also knew that Jenkins was starving, so she didn't care about his eating. In fact, even Chocolate's eating style is better than Jenkins's at the moment. Chocolate is a very polite cat.

"This is valuable enough, not to mention that you have met another god in the material world. The symbolic significance of this matter is enough for anyone to brag about for a lifetime."

"Alexia, don't joke with me. Speaking of which, what is the situation in Loen? Has the king who has locked himself in the deep palace made a decision now?"

The envoys of the two countries came to Loen at such a sensitive time, naturally for the ongoing war. With both sides temporarily evenly matched, it becomes very important to find foreign aid, or to ensure that the opponent cannot find foreign aid. This morning, somehow, the envoys of the two countries got off the train at Loen Station almost at the same time and met at the exit.

"You can't imagine how lively it was at the time. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, just by listening to Dolores's description, I can imagine how tomorrow's newspaper will report this matter."

Alexia said with a smile. Jenkins picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. He picked up the dishonest cat and wiped his mouth too. Ignoring its anger, he asked curiously:

"So, have the special envoys from both countries met Dolores' father today?"

"I have seen them all. I know you are curious about the order in which the king and the two envoys met, but in fact they were summoned at the same time. As for who talked to Salsi II first, I am afraid only the participants know the inside story. .....You know, they did not live in the embassies of various countries, but were arranged to rest in the Golden Bird Hotel closest to the Royal Palace. The royal family paid for the entire floor, making the two groups become neighbors. "

Alexia had a big smile on her face, and Jenkins laughed too.

"But I still don't understand. What choice will Salsi II make in the end? Stand idly by? Help Fidictry? Or help Cheslan? Oh, I think there is no fourth possibility, except that he is crazy. We must declare war on both countries at the same time.”

"Judging from the current situation, Salsi II may not have made a decision himself. Not to mention, the nobles who came to Loen from all over because of the succession to the throne also have their own ideas. This is not a day. Things that can be decided, the arrival of the special envoys from the two countries will definitely make Loen even more 'lively'."

Chapter 1400 Chapter 1377 One Week

Just as Alexia said, on Wednesday morning, the headlines of most newspapers sold within Loen City reported the news that envoys from the two countries had arrived in the city. Although the purpose of the mission was not stated clearly in the news, basically even the rickshaw drivers on the street knew what they were here for.

In addition to mocking the war between the two southern countries in a condescending manner, the newspaper also mentioned their meeting with His Majesty the King. The front page photo is of Sarsi II meeting the two parties in the second-highest reception room of the palace. This is one of the few times Sarsi II has appeared in newspapers after the riots some time ago.

Dolores got some inside information, but it was said that someone deliberately released the information. Both countries expressed their willingness to cooperate with Salsi II, but the weakened king stated that they would consider it carefully, citing recent domestic political problems.

Now the envoys are ready to live in Loen for a long time. The war in the south will not end in a few months. Fidicli and Cheslan have even prepared the production of winter army food and cotton clothes in advance. Mobilization, so they must stay here and wait for news.