The Master of the Strange Realm

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Jenkins asked as he stood in the alley and knocked politely on the door.

"who?"

Some irritable sounds came from the iron door with a brass edge wrapped in brass, but the door did not open.

"Hello sir, my name is Jenkins Willamt, I'm here to collect the bill..."

"roll!"

The old man inside the door shouted loudly, and Jenkins stood there with a stunned expression.

"Daddy Oliver asked me to come."

he said again.

Two seconds later, the door was violently opened with a bang, and an old man wearing white plaid pajamas walked out angrily.

"It's that Oliver guy again!"

He complained angrily and slapped Jenkins on the shoulder.

"Willamt, right? I'm sorry. I had a bad temper just now and I shouldn't have spoken like that."

The tone was deliberately lightened, and a smile appeared on the wrinkled face, "One-third is my fault, and the other two-thirds are Oliver's fault."

He laughed out loud, and Jenkins smiled cooperatively.

"Dad's friend?"

He guessed based on the information he had learned so far.

Old Jack must have just gotten up, and Jenkins called out before he changed into his pajamas. He politely invited Jenkins into the store, warned him to keep an eye on his cat, then poured him a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, then stretched back and went back to change clothes.

There was a strange bitter smell permeating the herbal shop, mixed with earthy moisture and a faint fragrance of vanilla, which was not very annoying. This smell was strictly confined to the store, and Jenkins only noticed it the moment he walked through the door.

Holding hot tea, the fatigue of a night without rest was washed away, and I felt inexplicably happy.

Jenkins has been in this world for two months and has never seen anyone take out a test tube or other container from his pocket and drink it to regain his energy when fighting or injured. This is because it is very difficult to prepare potions with extraordinary power, and the potions have a very short shelf life.

Items made through rituals can maintain their inner spirit for at least half a month, but once the potion is prepared, its shelf life is usually no more than three hours. Therefore, most medicines can only be prepared temporarily when used, which requires even more skills from the pharmacist.

Although this is a herbal medicine store, the products that can be seen in the store are all strange little pills. They come in stacks in metal containers with little labels on the side explaining their purpose.

For example, the label on the left hand side says "Treatment of Typhoid Fever", next to it is "Treatment of Obesity", next to it is "Treatment of Skin Ringworm", next to it is "Cure for Men..."

"If you are interested, you can grab a handful and eat it. Although I can't guarantee that it will be useful, it is definitely not poisonous."

The skinny old man put on a woolen sweater and came out, pulled up a chair and sat next to Jenkins.

"Jenkins Redemption Willamette, right?"

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded, a little confused as to how he knew his middle name.

"Release your soul emblem to confirm your identity."

"Um?"

He immediately grabbed the [Spirit Strike Cane] vigilantly. The rapier cane was hidden under the steam pipe outside the door.

"What's wrong?"

The old man frowned, "Didn't Oliver tell you that I am also a scribe?"

"No."

Jenkins hugged the cat and answered cautiously. Dad gave the explanation in a hurry, and now he can only trust half of this old gentleman.

"Then just ask a random question and confirm your identity quickly. I don't have time to waste with you."

"How many years have you known Father Oliver?"

"More than fifty years ago, who knows?"

"Then what happened 38 years ago?"

"oh?"

The old man put down his tea cup and showed a surprised expression for the first time.

"He even told you this?"

"I overheard it."

Old Jack took a sip of tea and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"Thirty-eight years ago, the Earth and the Flower Moon, the Witch's Lake. Is this what you are talking about? Young man, don't be so curious. This matter is very dangerous. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't tell you. "

"Oh, then I believe you now."

Jenkins immediately stated that he had no intention of inquiring into his father's past, and that was enough.

Reaching out to show the green sapling emblem, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

"It's really unfair, Sage. I've always wanted to find a young man with the essential ability of a green soul to be my apprentice and pass on my craftsmanship. I didn't expect that Oliver would get the first step. Well, William, what are you here to do?" What?"

"Collect the bill...at least that's what Dad said."

As expected, collecting the debt was an excuse. Since the old man in front of him was also a church scribe, Jenkins repeated what he had said that morning.

The old man's expression immediately became solemn.

"Are you sure that the baron's ceremony did not involve any spiritual materials, did not use any incantations, and did not pray to any gods?"

"Yes, I am very sensitive to spirits."

"Do you smell sulfur?"

"No...wait, you mean demon?"

Jenkins was stunned. He thought of the demon stories he had been hearing recently. Could this be a hint from the sage to him?

Speaking of which, didn't the fortune teller also tell him to be careful of the devil that night? But it seems that what he was divined about was love, right?

"Besides the unique contract abilities of those guys, I can't think of other possibilities for the moment, especially the use of killing to create rituals, and the smell of blood. It is very common to sign a contract, sacrifice with blood, and then return extremely rare spirits. Things. If you think about it carefully, have there been any other weird things in your parish recently?"

Jenkins subconsciously touched his nose:

"Yes, a powerful evil spirit appeared in a hospital in Nolan City. I heard from my father that the church seems to have discovered that the evil spirit is connected to some legendary species."

"That's right."

As the old man spoke quickly, he threw a triangular paper talisman on the table, held it with one finger and recited a few words silently, then took out a piece of chalk from nowhere and drew the sage's holy symbol on the table, and put the paper talisman into it. Disappear immediately.

"Didn't Dad not understand demons? Why did he think of so many things at once? I asked him this question!"

Jenkins immediately spotted the flaw.

"He lied to you."

Old Jack snorted, "We all signed a contract when we joined the company. You don't recognize those words, do you? I don't recognize them either... But you should have realized long ago that the knowledge gained from the church is absolutely impossible to Revealed without permission. Your confidentiality level is not high enough, and there are some things that Oliver cannot tell you."

PS: This is not a traditional DND. Let’s just think of the demons in this article as a combination of lawful evil and chaotic evil.

Another: I changed Miss Hesha's reward to Jenkins from 1,000 pounds to 200 pounds. Thanks for the correction. 1,000 pounds really shouldn't be taken out casually, otherwise the monetary system will collapse in the future. There were more than one modifications. The reduction of 1,000 pounds also reduced the transaction amount with the female hunter. If you encounter a chapter that is missing or has not been updated, first click Refresh Table of Contents in the lower left corner of the table of contents, then enter the corresponding chapter, and click the chapter content in the upper right corner to refresh.

Another note: The fortune teller’s first reminder is to choose the left instead of the right.

Chapter 126 Chapter 122: Animal Intelligence Revelation Potion

"Then Nolan City is now..."

"I'm afraid something big has happened. I heard that the owner of the healing ability there has sacrificed another one? It seems to be because of the incident outside the sea... He is worried that you will be directly involved in this incident because of the treatment of injuries. Devil and devil are actually two different names for the same species, so don’t touch them if you can.”

The old man knocked on the table, took out a small wooden box, used tweezers to pinch out a few strands of tobacco and put it on the cigarette paper aside. But after looking at the kitten, he put these things down again.

Jenkins sat there dumbfounded, never imagining that things turned out to be like this.

"I'm going back now!"

He stood up and was about to leave. He had obtained the divinity and now was the time to go back.

"What are you going to do?"

Old Jack grabbed Jenkins' wrist neatly and grabbed him like a vice.

"Go back to die? What level are you at now? Level 1? Level 2? What are you going to do? Sit down now. You came here just after the train arrived, right? I'll get you something to eat."

"But dad..."

"He doesn't belong to the combat force. Why are you worried about this? Besides, Oliver will be afraid...ahem."

He coughed loudly, trying to cover up the last sentence, but Jenkins was also a master of acting, so he naturally saw that it was just a show.

He didn't point it out. Although no one could beat his father so far, he always felt that the old man still had a big secret.

The nature of Old Jack's job is similar to that of his father. They pretend to be ordinary people, collect intelligence for the church, and monitor the city. The difference is that the antiques that the old man sells are all real... most of them, while all the medicines that this old man sells to ordinary people are fake medicines.

According to him, in the early years, he had left the mainland to explore the ocean and learned some knowledge about herbal medicine on the island. But truly useful potions all require ritual combinations to prepare, and those that ordinary people can buy are definitely fakes.

"Then you can brew a real potion?"

Jenkins asked curiously.

"Of course, or you can be my apprentice. I have a very powerful set of unique abilities that are very suitable for preparing potions, but the learner's soul essence ability is required to be green."

The old man suggested, not looking like he was joking.

"Thank you for your offer, but..."

He laughed sheepishly.

"Oliver's luck is always so good, who is the best?"

Old Jack said disdainfully, and then looked at Jenkins: "Willamt, right? I also have some information channels in the church. I plan to add a new son to the church recently. Isn't it you?"

"It was me, last month..."

"Don't tell me, this is a secret. I know these will only die faster."

He waved his hands repeatedly, then tugged on his beard, "It's rare for Oliver's apprentice to come to my place. It's a good time to celebrate. I still have some potions here. If you need anything, just ask, you're welcome."

"Then why are you so embarrassed?"

Jenkins felt very hypocritical for a moment, but that's part of being social, isn't it?

The chocolate was nearby, so Jenkins asked if there was an [Animal Wisdom Enlightenment Potion] here. There are some occasions where it is not suitable to go even after disguising yourself. Having an animal companion can be of great help.

You don’t need chocolate to be as capable as Mr. Nicholas’s hound from Nolan Parish, just that it can understand your own words.

Wait, Chocolate seems to be able to understand itself all the time.

He looked at the cat in confusion. The cat stretched lazily, still curiously observing this strange place.

"Do you want to use it on this pet cat?"

Old Jack frowned.

"Yes, is there any taboo in this?"

he asked.

"That's not true."

The old man shook his head slowly, "But the best way to use this medicine is to feed it to animals that are naturally extremely smart or have some special performance. Only rich aristocratic ladies will use it on pet cats. ”

"Chocolate is definitely smart!"

Jenkins said loudly, but his right thumb subconsciously touched the side of his index finger, and he became wary.

"Smart? Can you do math? Can you find a home from thousands of miles away? Can you actively cooperate with the master to hold a ceremony?"

the old man asked.

"Are these...things animals can do?"

"Of course, there are too many strange things in this world, such as monsters, strange situations, gifts, the blood of mythical creatures, or steam machinery modifications, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, I'm sorry, I Throat. In short, there are many smart animals.”

"That's it..."

Jenkins sighed, stroking the delicate fur of his kitten, blaming himself for doubting the chocolate.