The Master of the Strange Realm

"Hello, how do I get to Blacktown?"

The traveler with a huge backpack quickly came to Jenkins. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and then asked in a language that Jenkins didn't understand at all. Jenkins looked at him and pointed to his throat and shook his head.

"It's really pitiful."

Even if he didn't understand, Jenkins knew that he was pitying himself.

The traveler didn't leave, but took off his backpack, reached into his side pocket and took out a necklace with a crow's claw, if that could be considered a necklace.

He hung the necklace around his neck, and then put his right hand on Jenkins' shoulder.

"Hello!"

His voice clearly appeared in Jenkins' mind.

"Hello."

Jenkins said, the traveler nodded happily, and then said in surprise:

"Wait, you can speak?"

"I have always been able to speak, but most of the time, I don't understand people's sentences, and people don't understand what I want to express. Later, I stopped talking. Pretending to have a problem with my throat is much easier than explaining my thoughts."

Jenkins said.

"I think you are probably cursed and cannot be understood by others. This is very simple. As long as there is a translator..."

He took away his hand on Jenkins' shoulder, searched in his big backpack for a while, and found a purple drawstring bag.

The strange traveler twisted a handful of dust from the bag, put it in the palm of his right hand and blew it towards Jenkins' face. While Jenkins kept coughing, he asked:

"Do you understand now?"

"Yes, I understand what you said, cough, cough, although I am very grateful to you, but I still suggest not to do this next time. I feel that my lungs accidentally inhaled something strange."

The stranger is a traveler and a part-time businessman. While traveling around the world, he sells all kinds of strange items he invented and collected. He just used a kind of dust that can help people temporarily understand various non-supernatural languages. Although it sounds incredible, it is actually just a low-level alchemical product.

"You can buy this product in various alchemy studios at a very fair price. I think only alchemy products that can facilitate people's lives can never be lost."

"Unless the alien race disappears completely, the language of people living in the material world is close to unity."

Jenkins added that the traveler thought this was a very interesting guess.

The traveler's destination is the Black Town ahead, which is the only town nearby. Now it is approaching night, and it is obviously much better to stay overnight in the town than to survive in the wild.

After learning that Jenkins' destination is also Black Town, he invited Jenkins to join him on the next short journey, and Jenkins certainly would not refuse.

"I have been to this town before, but it has been a long time since then. Although the town is peaceful, it is not completely peaceful. You still need to be careful when you stay there overnight."

Jenkins introduced, actually reminding the other party.

"Yes, when I traveled around the world, I saw a lot of terrible things. Traveling alone requires enough caution."

The traveler agreed with Jenkins's opinion, but did not hear the hidden meaning.

That night, Jenkins and the traveler checked into the only hotel in the town. Mr. Writer certainly had no money, so he used stones he picked up on the roadside to deceive the innkeeper, making him think it was a silver coin.

This is somewhat like the tricks of those deceiving wizards in fairy tales, but Jenkins believes that he did not do it on purpose, so although he should be condemned, it is not a particularly bad behavior.

Jenkins and the traveler's room are adjacent, both on the third floor of the inn. The inn in the town is dirty and dilapidated, and most of the furniture in the room cannot be used normally. After opening the wardrobe, Jenkins even saw a big black spider with hair on its legs in the moonlight, crawling on the spider web that almost covered the entire wardrobe.

Noticing that someone opened the door, the spider attacked Jenkins almost face to face, and then was frozen in the ice by Jenkins.

"How long has it been since anyone cleaned here?"

He muttered softly, took a look at the seemingly tidy bed, and had no intention of climbing up to rest.

In the middle of the night, there was a barely detectable sound of footsteps outside the door. The footsteps passed by Jenkins' door without stopping, and then disappeared in front of the door of the next room. Jenkins, who held his breath, could sense that someone was standing at the door of his "neighbor". The owner of the footsteps was breathing very fast, and he must be very nervous.

According to the development of the story, soon, the innkeeper who was greedy for money would break into the room, kill the sleeping traveler, and take all his belongings for himself. Relying on those magical alchemical products, he completed the transformation from a down-and-out innkeeper to a wealthy businessman in Black Town.

The townspeople knew that the money came from an illegal source, but no one dared to blame him until ten years later when the traveler's grown-up son accidentally passed by here. After a series of supernatural events, he learned the truth and buried the innkeeper's family of thirteen in the sea of ​​fire.

Jenkins stood behind the door against the wall, waiting to rush out to save the traveler at any time, but the innkeeper was hesitant to take action and kept wandering at the door.

In the end, he actually left the door of the traveler's room, walked to the door of Jenkins' room, and nervously opened the door with the spare key.

Although the room has not been tidied for a long time, the door shaft is not rusty and there is no sound at all when the door is pushed open. Through the faint moonlight, the innkeeper saw the bulging bed, but he did not see Jenkins who was blocked by the door.

"Sorry, this is my first time to kill someone, so I'll start with you first."

He came to the window with a sharp knife in his hand, took a breath, and quickly stabbed the bed twice. Even though he had never killed anyone, he still felt something was wrong in his hands. He opened the quilt with his free left hand and saw two pillows lying on the bed.

"Amazing, right?"

Jenkins behind the door closed the door gently, and the innkeeper in front of the bed turned around suddenly with a devilish expression on his face.

"Your logic is very strange. Because you are scared of killing someone for the first time, you want me to practice your skills. I don't understand. Is there any difference between killing me and killing others? Or do you think I look easy to kill?"

Jenkins asked. At this time, the innkeeper rushed over with a crazy expression, and was easily knocked to the ground by Jenkins.

Chapter 1480 Chapter 1457 Glory Ceremony

Soon, the commotion in the room attracted the attention of others. Although there were not many people staying in the hotel, it still attracted many townspeople within half an hour.

Jenkins didn't know why so many people were awake in the middle of the night. He stood at the door of the hotel with the traveler and watched the townspeople holding torches surrounding the place.

"Yes, I have said it many times. He just broke into my room with a knife and wanted to kill me. Look, there are knife marks on these two pillows."

At Jenkins' feet was the pillow he had just used. Next to the pillow was the innkeeper who collapsed on the ground and his knife.

"Isn't it already obvious, where is the town's Sheriff? I think we need help."

The traveler asked loudly. He had already learned the innkeeper's original plan from Jenkins, and also noticed the obvious footprints of the prowler in front of his room door.

But the townspeople did not call the sheriff to punish the innkeeper because of these evidences. They huddled together and held torches to talk to each other. It was impossible to distinguish the content of their conversation from the din of voices, except that these people obviously wanted to protect the innkeeper.

"Travellers, please leave the town now."

After a while of commotion, a fat man dressed like the mayor of this rural town was pushed out, and he said this to the two outsiders.

"What about him?"

Jenkins asked, kicking the innkeeper.

"We will punish him according to local regulations."

The fat man replied calmly.

Jenkins and the traveler looked at each other and both knew that this could not possibly be the truth. The townspeople were protecting their neighbors and acquaintances, and even if he did something wrong, they would not punish him for trying to hurt two travelers who had no connection with the townspeople.

"Okay, let's leave now."

The traveler said, Jenkins nodded, and then looked at the traveler who wanted to go upstairs to get his luggage.

At this moment, the innkeeper who had been pretending to be unconscious at Jenkins' feet suddenly "woke up", then pointed at the two of them and shouted:

"Don't let them steal anything. Everything upstairs belongs to me."

The townspeople were murmuring, neither supporting nor opposing him, so the innkeeper continued:

"I stored a large backpack upstairs. In addition to a small amount of cash, there are also many alchemy tools in it. I originally wanted to share them with everyone, but I can't keep this wealth to myself!"

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle. The whispers of the townspeople stopped. The traveler also stopped turning and going upstairs. Together with Jenkins, he looked at the townspeople who had gathered in a circle, and their eyes gradually changed.

"You don't really have any other ideas, do you? Since I brought so many alchemical products and dare to travel alone, don't you suspect that I am actually a wizard?"

The traveler asked. The townspeople were indeed frightened by these words. Although they still surrounded the door of the hotel, no one dared to come forward.

"No, he can't be a wizard!"

At this moment, the innkeeper at Jenkins' feet suddenly jumped up, grabbed the sharp knife and stabbed it into the traveler's chest.

"No, you can't be a wizard!"

It makes sense for him to do this. If the traveler is really a wizard, then the innkeeper will be dead next; it is just death. If he resists, maybe the traveler is not a wizard.

Jenkins didn't know how the profession of "wizard" was defined in this era, but he had long since determined that travelers were completely ordinary people, and he did not expect to be suddenly attacked.

In a hurry, he had no time to dodge, and the knife was directly inserted into his chest, but he was held by Jenkins before he fell.

"Look, hahaha, look, he is not a wizard! He is not a wizard!"

The innkeeper shouted excitedly, even his voice was slightly distorted. When he repeated it for the third time, his voice was really distorted by great panic, because he noticed another man whose presence had always been weak, with a green light emitting from his palm, and he pulled the knife out of the traveler's chest. come out.

The traveler groaned in pain, but his face looked normal, and there wasn't even blood on his chest.

"Yeah, he's not a wizard, but I am."

Jenkins said calmly, the effect of the newly purchased [Fear Halo] was fully activated, and half-kneeling in the shadow produced by the torch, he suddenly looked like a monster dormant in the darkness. The people holding torches were stunned for a moment, and then dispersed as expected. The innkeeper fainted to the ground, this time he really fainted.

"So this is the truth of the story~"

Jenkins sighed in his heart and turned to look at the expression of the traveler who had been treated, only to find that the latter looked annoyed.

"Why are you unhappy?"

Jenkins wondered, now there are no torches held by the townspeople, only the oil lamp on the hotel counter can still illuminate, which makes the traveler's face seem to be cast in a shadow.

"Why should I be happy? Oh God, why should I be nosy and walking with this guy in front of me?"

After saying that, regardless of Jenkins' reaction, the complaining traveler knelt down and grabbed the innkeeper's dagger, thrust the dagger into the innkeeper's hand, then held that hand and stabbed the dagger directly into his heart.

As he did so, he warned Jenkins with his eyes to stay out of his own business. Jenkins opened his mouth slightly to express surprise, then took a step back to express that he would not save someone who committed suicide.

"Is this okay?"

He couldn't live long after being stabbed in the heart. The traveler fell to the ground and said in a weak voice. The blood gushing from the wound dyed his clothes red. Although his face was full of pain, he could still vaguely see excitement.

Jenkins stepped back again and watched the dying man struggle on the ground. The traveler soon took his last breath, and at the same time, Jenkins looked up at the dark night sky.

In the field of vision that only he could see, a bright golden light beam fell from the sky and hit the ground. This light beam broke through the clouds, and from behind the towering clouds with strange shapes, a pure white angel with spread wings slowly appeared.

This is a typical angel, faceless, tall, and wearing a simple white robe. The silver whistle hanging on his waist revealed his identity. This was a symbol that only appeared in the church of the True God [Traveler without a Trace].

As the angels descended, so did the spirits of the dead travelers. The soul stood next to his body, looking at the angel above with longing, then knelt on his knees and raised his hands:

"O angel, I have walked the path of glory and was murdered at the end of my journey according to ancient rituals. Now take me out of this world!"

Chapter 1481 Chapter 1458 Hearing about the thrift store again

The angel ignored the soul of the traveler who made the request, and did not keep the tradition of keeping his feet off the ground. Instead, he quickly descended to the ground, and then bowed slightly to Jenkins to show respect.

There was a puzzled expression on the traveler's soul's face.

"My Lord once said that I will meet unexpected people during this trip. Although I cannot identify your identity, you must also be a noble person. I am very happy to see you."

said the angel.

"I am glad to meet you too......"

This was a change that Jenkins did not expect. He knew that the background of the story might be deeper than he thought:

"You can handle your tasks, I won't interfere in anything related to this place."

Jenkins said this and the angel bowed his head in thanks.

"Mortal Kamel, do you know your sin?"

The angel asked the traveler's soul.

"Yes, Messenger of God, I am guilty. Please take me away from this place of sin!"

"What are you guilty of?"

"I have been contaminated with too many sins in this dirty world, and my soul is almost no longer clear. Now I have followed the records of the holy scriptures again, walked the road of glory, and finally died at the end of the journey. Now you Appearing like this must take me out of here!"

He almost crawled on the ground and prayed to the angel.

Jenkins has heard of this glorious ceremony, which is very ancient. The predecessor of Saint Pym is revered by the Traveler Church and is worshiped because he completed the ceremony unintentionally. (Chapter 366)

"Yes, mortal, you have re-entered the sacred journey according to ancient rituals, and dedicated your life to the focus of the journey. But I cannot take you away, your soul is destined to sink here."

"Why?"

The traveler raised his head suddenly, but immediately lowered his head because he looked at the faceless face, and his soul trembled slightly to show the tremor he had received.

"Is it...that I failed to dedicate myself honestly and was killed by the evil one according to the ancient contract? Is it because I chose suicide in an attempt to deceive you?"

At least he knew what he had done and didn't choose to lie in front of the angel.