The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins said, shaking his head.

After friendly negotiations between the two parties, after deducting the compensation, Jenkins and Miss Cape received a total of 5 sin coins. Among them, Jenkins took three [Soul Gold] and gave the rest to Miss Cape. Therefore, the sin coins in his hand increased to four types and seven pieces - 3 Soul Gold, 2 Years Gem, 1 Blasphemous Seed and 1 Greed Ring.

Miss Cape didn't know much about the use of sin coins, and Jenkins told her very obscurely that it could be used as a valuable trading currency. The blonde lady nodded and looked a little confused, but she also knew that this was a very remarkable thing.

In addition to sin coins, Jenkins also persuaded the receptionist to give them the worthless letters on the bodies of the cultists of the Gear Artisans. Because he was out on a mission, he certainly didn't have any confidential documents on him, but judging from the small notes and memos in the interlayer of his clothes, there should be two people sent to Beldiran to enter the market this time.

The Gear Craftsmen also know that they are notorious. Because of the outbreak of the [Gear Bacteria] last year, they will be caught almost immediately if they show up on the west coast of the continent. Therefore, the people sent out to carry out the mission this time are all top players in the Craftsmen. In addition to their strong strength and their bodies have undergone a lot of mechanical transformation, they have also received special "enlightenment" from the Nolan underground.

In view of this situation, Miss Cape decided to continue to act with Jenkins. When she learned that Daddy was also in the market, she thought it was most important to find Daddy first.

The complexity of the train space determined that this was not a simple task. After the two left the carriage where the antique watch shop was located, they began to wander aimlessly again. Because the train did not stop in the middle, they had lunch in a temporary restaurant carriage.

While eating, Miss Cape joked that Jenkins' cat had the same diet as humans, which made Chocolate very unhappy. After learning that Chocolate had taken the [Animal Spiritual Enlightenment Potion], she suggested that Jenkins go to the [All Things and Nature] Church to find some methods to train animal companions. The inheritance of ancient druids is now mostly in her church.

Similarly, the ability of [Spirit Empathy] that Jenkins obtained from the ancient heroes also belongs to the collection of the [All Things and Nature] Church. Miss Capet herself has this ability, so she exchanged her thoughts with Jenkins during dinner.

After learning that Jenkins wanted to get his own pet cat, she thought she could give it a try:

"I have been able to communicate with the cats that catch mice in the church since I was 14 years old. I think it is not difficult."

She put down her fork with a smile, then lowered her head slightly to look at Jenkins' cat. Jenkins hugged the dishonest Chocolate and forced it to look at Miss Capet.

"Say something."

He shook his cat and whispered to it.

"Meow~"

The cat, clamped by Jenkins, called out reluctantly, and its tail scratched Jenkins' chin dishonestly.

"What do you think, what does Chocolate mean?"

Jenkins asked his companion expectantly, but saw Miss Capet's puzzled face:

"This...it said 'meow'...Yes, it said this..."

She bit her lip:

"Sorry, I don't think I can read Chocolate's thoughts. The animal wisdom enlightenment potion probably brought out different thoughts in it, which is not very rare."

In the afternoon, the two still did not find Daddy on the train, so they could only wander around in the carriage and chat about some boring things. The content of the conversation ranged from the weather in Nolan and Beldiran to the situation in the kingdom, from ancient myths to modern mystical studies.

Miss Capet has also read Jenkins's books. She doesn't like the second book of the Snow Princess very much, but she likes the fairy tales he wrote very much.

Jenkins thinks this is related to her childhood experience. No matter how the church takes care of these homeless children, there is always a difference between the life of the church and the care of their parents.

It was like this until four o'clock in the afternoon. Jenkins estimated that the auction was about to start. There was no clue to find Daddy or another member of the Artisan Association, so he proposed to go to the auction to take a look. Miss Capet was thinking the same thing, so the two of them came to Carriage No. 1.

To enter here, you need to be a gift giver, and during the market, you need to spend a certain amount of money. The receptionist standing at the connection of the carriages did not make things difficult for the two of them. She looked at Jenkins and let them in.

At this time, Carriage No. 1 was no longer the high-end jewelry store that Jenkins had just entered, but a hall with cheap folding chairs. There was a wooden platform on the side of the hall, and the carriage receptionist who looked exactly the same was moving several large boxes there.

I looked around and didn't see my father. I didn't recognize the scattered gift givers, and I couldn't even see the black spiritual light.

"It seems that my luck is neither good nor bad. I probably don't have a chance."

Thinking like this, I sat in the back seat with Miss Capet. After putting the chocolate on my legs, I wanted to close my eyes and take a nap, but I didn't expect to fall asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I happened to hear the sound of a hammer. Looking around, he remembered where he was now, rubbed his face, and saw that the number of gifted people gathered in this carriage was close to twenty.

Chapter 1549 Chapter 1525 Kamal's Gamble (6/10)

"Are you awake? The auction is about to end, and I still haven't seen Dad."

Miss Capet, who was sitting next to Jenkins, said softly.

"How long have I been asleep? Huh? Who is this?"

His eyes glanced at the man sitting directly in front of the two people, only to find that the man was actually an eighth-level demigod grantor. Judging from the configuration of the ability light spots, he was probably not from the Zhengshen Church, which surprised him.

“Is there something wrong with this person?”

Noticing Jenkins' gaze, Miss Capet said softly.

Jenkins immediately raised his fingers in a silent gesture. The inspiration of the demigod-level benefactor was very powerful, not to mention that the three of them were very close. In this case, it was best not to mention each other.

But unfortunately he was still a step too late. Just as Jenkins raised his finger, the man in front suddenly turned his head.

It was an ordinary-looking man with a mustache. He has a ruddy complexion and is neither tall nor short, just a little thin. With a very polite smile on his face, he looked at Jenkins and Miss Capet in turn, and with their wary eyes, he handed out a business card:

[Alfonso Camel, owner of Camel’s thrift store]

Miss Cape looked confused. She didn't know what it meant, but Jenkins understood. He looked at the other party warily. The thrift store owner with two mustaches took out his notepad, hurriedly wrote a line, and then showed it to Jenkins:

"Is it you who took away my mirror?"

“Sure enough, it’s this thrift store!”

Jenkins thought to himself and nodded slightly, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

"After the market is over, I would like to invite Mr. Williamt to sit in my shop. Of course, you can also bring your female companion."

He wrote this, then turned his head and continued to focus on the auction, generously facing Jenkins with his back.

At this distance, Jenkins has countless ways to kill the person in front of him with one blow. But Kamel was too confident, which made Jenkins hesitate to take action. Of course, this may also be a strategy of the other party, but Jenkins does not want to bet on this probability.

"who is he?"

Miss Capet opened her mouth to make emoticons, but made no sound.

Jenkins shook his head. He also had the habit of carrying a notepad with him and hurriedly wrote a few words on it:

"When the train arrives at the station, you leave immediately and go to report to the church. I will delay him here."

"Who is he?"

Miss Capet saw something in Jenkins's attitude.

"At least he is a demigod. He has a lot of numbered items. It's okay. Just leave first and leave it to me."

After writing this, he looked at his cat. Needless to say, he knew that it would never follow Miss Capet.

"Don't you need my help?"

Miss Cape confirmed again. Seeing Jenkins shaking his head firmly, she knew that the other party had his own plan in mind. She did not insist on staying, but whispered into Jenkins' ear, telling him to be careful. Jenkins was not used to others talking to him like this, and his ears turned red.

Jenkins paid no attention to what was being sold throughout the auction. He couldn't help but think about today's events, guessing what the other party wanted to do, and what he knew after revealing his identity. I also thought about all the things I knew about Kamel’s thrift store. Although I had been involved with him for a long time, I didn’t expect that the encounter would be such a coincidence.

After the auction, a voice from an unknown source informed everyone that the train was arriving at the station. Jenkins sat still and watched Miss Capet leave before standing up. At the same time, Kamel, who was sitting in front of him, also stood up.

Alfonso Kamel was a full head shorter than Jenkins, and much thinner than him, but when the two looked at each other, his aura was not inferior at all.

"Young people today are really amazing. I thought you would run away the moment you opened the door."

He didn't look like he was joking. He put the black top hat on his head and walked to the side door of the carriage one step ahead of Jenkins:

"Come with me, I think you'll be interested in my store."

Jenkins squinted his eyes and paused, then really followed him out of the car.

Kamel's thrift store in Beldiran is hidden on an inconspicuous shopping street in the east of the city. It is evening now, and there are many people even on the remote streets.

To the left of the thrift store is a bakery, where ghetto kids and housewives line up early because cheap bread crumbs are sold in the evening. Kamel and Jenkins bypassed the long line and came to the door of the store. The former took out the key and opened the door, and then walked in with Jenkins.

The shop owner probably never thought about tidying up the place. The shelves and all kinds of strange products in the shop fill almost every corner of the house. In Jenkins' eyes, at least a quarter of the items had an unusually strong aura, which meant that there were more than twenty numbered items in the main hall of the store alone.

He had known before that the Carmel Thrift Store had a huge number of special items, but seeing this with his own eyes still surprised him.

"B-10-04-3977 [Mirror of Good and Evil] is just an inconspicuous collection of mine. I sold it just to see if the Viscount who accidentally walked in here was who he thought he was. , with a steely spirit, but later I discovered that the mirror has other uses. When the reverse side of the mirror is faced with another ordinary mirror, the front effect of the mirror will be completely reversed, turning it into a mirror for the person looking at it. Inflict the curse and disease it swallowed recently. I wanted to send someone to buy it back for research, but I accidentally ran into you."

Kamel took off his hat and threw it on the counter, then turned to look at Jenkins;

"Jenkins Willamette, you are a very interesting person. I have read your book and the transcript of your speech on the Fabry scam. I even watched you from a distance when you didn't know it. You are very interesting. Strange, I originally thought you were just an ordinary scribe of the Sage Church, but recently I changed my mind. After you intervened in the mirror matter, I did a little research on your background, but found out a lot of things related to your family. Interesting things."

Kamel was able to easily investigate the matter of Williamt because the matter had been leaked for various reasons. A few months ago, Jenkins didn't believe he would have found any clues.

"So what are you going to do?"

Jenkins asked.

"I want to play a game with you. If you win, I will forgive you for taking away my mirror; if you lose, I will take one of your things."

Chapter 1550 Chapter 1526 Revolver (7/10)

"What do you want to take from me?"

Jenkins asked, frowning.

"You don't need to know this."

Kamel shook his head.

"Are you sure that I will definitely agree to play the game? I don't remember how I was caught by you."

With that said, Jenkins had already pushed back to the door of the store.

"You will definitely promise me. Although I don't think I am a bad person, I don't mind telling you an interesting thing. I have many customers. Not long ago, a group of tobacco manufacturers bought from me. I got a strange item. It was not a numbered item, it was an alchemy item I made myself. I left some tricks on that item, so I accidentally learned the secrets of those people. If you play this game with me. , I can tell you the secret. I know, Jenkins Willamt, that you are a good man."

Kamel narrowed his eyes and looked at Jenkins, and Jenkins looked at him, determined never to speak.

Kamel shook his head and chuckled:

"It seems that this is not enough. Then if you don't play games with me, I will release the curse in Beldiran after you leave. This is very simple for me. Of course, you can also kill me now, if If you think you can do it.”

Jenkins closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. When he opened his eyes again, he already had a decision in his heart:

"I'll play games with you, as long as you don't regret it."

This is the first time that Jenkins has seen so many numbered items at the same time. Although most of them are Class B extraordinary objects and a very few are Class A weird objects, this does not prevent Jenkins from realizing how special this store is. horrible.

"Actually, what I'm more curious about is, why did you move here from Nolan?"

At least as of January of this year, Kamel's thrift store was definitely open in Nolan.

"Now that the church has noticed me, of course I have to leave."

The man with two moustache said.

Jenkins nodded secretly after hearing this. The other party was more cautious than he imagined. This was not a good sign.

"Since we want to play a game, let's start. What do you want to play first? Cards or dice?"

"We are all human beings, why should we play the same games that country folk play in saloons?"

Kamel asked rhetorically, then took out a revolver from his pocket, opened the drum magazine, and put five bullets in the six cylinders in front of Jenkins.

Snap~

He skillfully moved the magazine with his slender fingers, and Kamel put the pistol on the table:

"Williamt, I think you know what this game is."

Jenkins looked at him sideways, first put the cat, which had been restless since arriving here, on his shoulder, and then sighed:

"Of course I know what kind of crazy game it is, but I want you to at least tell me before you start, what are the five bullets you stuffed into the bullet chamber. You really think highly of me, and you are willing to take them. Five different Class B extraordinary items were produced.”

"Actually, I have always been curious about you, William. I think the most likely heir to the throne is definitely worth the price of these five bullets."

Kamel picked up the gun:

"Do you want to start?"

"You still haven't told me what those five bullets do."

"Doom, curse, whispers of evil gods, soul damage, one-hit kill. If I unfortunately die in this game, everything I own will belong to you. On the contrary, if you die unfortunately, I will take everything from you. As for the winner, The method is very simple. After three shots per person, if you are still standing here, you win.”

With that said, Kamel once again held the gun and motioned to Jenkins to choose:

"You come first or me first?"

What Kamal said just now was true, but his description of the bullet was too simple. Jenkins knew there was definitely a trap. And it was also very abnormal for the other party to suddenly want to play games. Excluding the possibility that Kamal had serious mental problems, he must have other plans.

"I'll go first."

He said as he walked forward quickly, took the gun from Kamal's hand, looked at the gun body, then opened the safety behind the gun with his thumb, and pointed the gun at his head neatly:

Click~

No bullet was fired, and Jenkins was lucky to hit a blank with the first shot.