The Master of the Strange Realm

Knowing that Jenkins was coming, the nun in charge of the girls had been waiting for Jenkins. Jenkins and the two girls went down to the basement and actually saw Miss Befanna and a veiled woman.

The girls who witnessed the situation inside the Night Manor were all from noble families, and they were great nobles. Even Britney's status was not the highest among them. Therefore, how to deal with these girls became a very difficult matter. They were all taken to the church yesterday, and the excuse of "cultists making trouble" and needing to protect witnesses was used, but it was not realistic to detain them for a long time.

Miss Befanna personally asked about this matter. Although a confidentiality agreement was signed, which basically ensured that no one would tell what happened last night, after all, these people were sensitive, so it was better to handle it with caution.

"Isn't there a church girls' school in Beldiran City?"

That is a church school run by the Sage Church, which aims to train loyal believers to become reserve nuns. Moreover, the Sage Church itself is keen on education, and some nobles who believe in sages are also willing to send their daughters to church schools.

"That's a good idea."

Miss Bevan nodded, and Jenkins said something to her, then asked Hathaway and Britney to go to the room to meet their friends. Although it was underground, the living environment here was good, and Jenkins was not worried about the girls being abused.

"Miss Stiver."

After making sure that Hathaway and Britney could not hear the sound from this side, Jenkins greeted the veiled woman.

"Do you know each other?"

Miss Bevan asked with interest.

"We are all apprentices of my father, how could we not know each other?"

Miss Stiver took off her veil and said, judging from her tone, she should be quite familiar with Miss Bevan.

"Why, what arrangements does the church have for you?"

Jenkins asked, sighing, happy that Hathaway's friends could leave Nolan in the near future, but worried about the future.

"Nolan is very short of manpower now, and the church arranged for me to contact the believers of the local god of music and act according to the circumstances."

The last time they met in the tavern, Jenkins guessed this possibility.

"Act on the spot? What does that mean?"

"It means, don't do anything, first determine the number of local music god believers, and find the gift givers among them. The music god believers have always had a good relationship with the Sage Church. If we are really short of manpower, maybe we can ask them to help."

Most of the music god believers are women, so Miss Befanna used female pronouns.

"This is really..."

Jenkins shook his head. He knew more, so he understood that at the end of the era, the church would unite all the forces that could be united. Two thousand years ago, the Tower Agreement, a small number of false god sects also sent representatives to participate in the meeting. This time, it might be the same. After all, this is a major event that may affect the future pattern of thousands of years, and the false god sects should participate.

About an hour later, Hathaway and Britney, with red eyes, left the room and joined Jenkins to go home. Jenkins was originally going to meet those girls, but considering his identity, he didn't.

When Hathaway and Miss Stiver passed by each other, they were very tacitly stunned at the same time.

Jenkins then understood that his senior sister had found one of the believers of the God of Music living in Nolan City.

After returning home and resting for a while, he saw that the sun had completely set. He said goodbye to the girls at home and went out with the cat again, this time to visit the old elf living in the city center.

The elf was still the same as before, as if the short time could not bring him any changes at all. After welcoming Jenkins into the house, the elf suddenly realized that the vision last night was caused by Jenkins after listening to him talk about the scene when he swallowed two-thirds of the seeds of the World Tree.

"This is easy to explain. This seed is incomplete. If you swallow the complete seed, your ability will definitely evolve in the final stage."

The elf gave a very easy-to-understand inference, and then encouraged Jenkins to hurry up to find the remaining one-third of the seeds.

Jenkins knew that the last one-third was with his distant cousin Sigrid, and he also knew that if he asked for it, she would definitely give it to him. But this thing is of great importance after all, and Jenkins doesn't want to take such an important item for nothing. Besides, the green emblem [World Tree Seedling] is not the last one, so he is not in a hurry.

Seeing that it was still early, I wanted to take advantage of the time tonight to follow the clues of the gift provided by Miss Magic a long time ago to see if I had any luck. When the old elf heard that Jenkins wanted to go treasure hunting, he suggested taking him with him.

"I don't have anything to do at night anyway. I just read books at home. Why not go out for a walk? Could our line of work still encounter any fatal dangers?"

The old elf joked happily, then took his coat and walked out of his house with Jenkins.

PS: 3K again.

Another: No one noticed that I said that Mr. Hood had a broken arm, right? There is no intervening post there.

Another another: There was a bug in the previous chapter. Thank you for pointing it out in the intervening post. Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute knew that Jenkins Williamette was the gift giver during the dice game. I slightly modified the previous chapter, and the general direction of the story did not change. But for some reason, there are more than 200 words...

Chapter 1674 Chapter 1647 Robbers at Night

Coincidentally, the clue of Miss Magic's gift is very close to the vague information about the Genesis Slate provided by Dolores. But Dolores's information is out of date for half a year, and Jenkins doesn't think he has that luck, so the main goal tonight is to find the C-type gift.

This is the first adventure that the old elf and Jenkins have taken together. In the past, Jenkins knew him as an elder who sat in the house and gave guidance to young people.

But in fact, if converted to the level of human gift givers, the old elf's strength is not weak. After all, even among the elves, he is considered a very old elder. Even if his talent is ordinary, as long as he is willing to work hard, time can give extra gifts to ordinary things.

The two walked side by side on Nolan Street at night, chatting as they walked. Soon they entered the thick fog around the city from the upper city. Even though there were gas street lamps on the roadside, the visibility was still terrible.

"If we go down like this, something will definitely happen."

The old elf said with certainty, sniffing the special smell in the air. He and Jenkins were very close, but he still looked like a shadowy figure.

"I have seen too many similar things. Although nature has no consciousness of its own, it is the most capable of responding to changes in the outside world. The fog now is enough to give birth to some terrible things."

In fact, there is no need for natural birth. Human means can use the power of this thick fog. Jenkins and the old elf talked about last year's "Son of the Mist" plan. This plan was first inexplicably destroyed by Jenkins. Later, he wanted to use the power of the evil god's son to carry it out again. Then at the end of last year, the Six Gods Under Nolan incident happened.

"I haven't heard of this, but since there can be a second time, there may be a third time."

The elf speculated:

"As long as you have the ability to manipulate fog, regardless of the cost, it is not difficult to borrow power from these fogs. You see, just walking in the fog, I can even feel the creepy feeling of needles pricking my skin. Nolan's fog is no longer controllable."

Manipulating fog is the specialty of the [Scent Appreciation Committee], and the other party also moved to Nolan as a whole not long ago. If the old elf's speculation is correct, then I am afraid that the third [Son of the Mist] plan will really appear.

Besides, the first two times were related to the Tree House, and now the group of guys selling cigarettes have also hooked up with the Tree House. Jenkins doesn't believe that these two groups just want to cooperate to make money.

He sighed and felt sad about this thorny problem. The old elf comforted him that this was not a problem for Jenkins alone, and as long as the source of the smoke was properly controlled, Nolan's fog was nothing but water without a source.

"So I must become the king."

Jenkins came to this conclusion, and the old elf nodded with relief:

"This is the honor of the elves. I heard about the Middleton family. You should take back the power that belongs to the elves."

The gift that Miss Magic knew about was smuggled to Nolan with a batch of antiques last fall. It should have appeared in the black market or other underground trading channels, but because of the fire caused by the "inferior explosive spell", the gift, along with the unburned antiques, lay in the Carfax field for half a year.

Later, the batch of antiques used as evidence disappeared without anyone paying attention, and then became the collection of a local noble. Miss Magic learned this clue by accident, but she was not sure whether all the antiques that were used as evidence had flowed into the hands of one person. After all, no one knew what the gift was.

Soon Jenkins and the old elf came to the house of Viscount Rhodos in the west of Nolan. Viscount Rhodos was a local noble in Nolan. Although his family was not prosperous, his daughter married the current director of the personnel department of Carfax Field. This was probably the reason why he was able to get the antiques.

The house was quite large, with towering walls protecting the owner here, and the closed black iron gates rejecting all intruders. Jenkins and the old elf both had the means to change their face and body shapes. After a simple disguise, the two of them climbed over the wall together.

The old elf's skills were not very flexible, but it was no problem to climb over the unguarded high wall. Just as they landed, the two were discovered by a group of black wolfhounds resting by the wall. These guard dogs were scary and fierce, and each of them looked like they could swallow several chocolates in one bite.

"Meow~"

The cat on the shoulder swept Jenkins's neck with its tail in dissatisfaction.

Without Jenkins taking action, the old elf twisted a small handful of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it forward. The wolfhounds who were about to stand up and roared lay down listlessly, as if they were sleeping because of excessive sleepiness.

"This is the elf's special formula, used to deal with some wild beasts in the forest."

The elf explained in a low voice, and then he and Jenkins followed the wall to avoid the patrolling guards. After bypassing a pile of empty barrels and jumping over the stacked building materials, they came to the back door of the house.

"I have already inquired, our target is on the third floor."

Jenkins said, in fact, the spiritual light he saw just now was on the third floor.

The back door of this house is probably not opened all year round, the keyhole is rusty, and the door handle is also covered with a layer of dust. Jenkins took a lot of effort to poke it open with wire, and then slipped into the house with the elf.

The first floor of the house was Viscount Rhodos's reception room, study, living room and servants' rooms, and the second floor was the living area of ​​Rhodos' family. But after going up to the second floor, they searched for a long time but could not find the stairs leading to the third floor.

Jenkins looked up again to confirm the location of the gift, and then called over the elf who wanted to try to see if there was a trap door:

"No need to bother, let's go straight up."

As he spoke, he threw two Silence Charms at his feet, then moved the short cabinet with the vases on the side of the stairs. He stepped on the cabinet and reached out to the ceiling of the corridor on the second floor. As the flames flowed out, the ceiling was burned out in a short while. A big hole.

"let's go!"

He quickly climbed to the third floor, then reached down and pulled the stunned elf up.

"Do you do this often?"

The elf then asked, he couldn't imagine why Jenkins was so skilled.

"No, don't think of me as a bad person."

Jenkins shook his head and jumped back to the second floor to move the cabinet back, picked up the charms on the ground, and then jumped up to grab the elf's hand. After returning to the third floor, he pressed his hands on the ground and filled up the burnt hole, so that no one would know that there was a rude intruder on the third floor.

PS: Originally, I wanted to use "Thieves in the Night" as the chapter title, but after thinking about it, "Robbers" is more in line with the style of this chapter.

Chapter 1675 Chapter 1648 High Temperature Room

“The young people today are really amazing.”

On the third floor of Viscount Ludos's residence, the elf looked at Jenkins' series of actions, shook his head and sighed. He walked to the window to confirm the thickness and light transmittance of the curtains, then raised his right hand, and a bright yellow ball of light like a small sun slowly flew out, helping to illuminate the two people in front of them.

The entire third floor is connected. Although the area on the third floor is smaller than the floors below due to the architectural style, the overall size is almost twice the size of Jenkins' living room.

The place is arranged like an exhibition hall, with exhibition cabinets covered by transparent glass scattered on the smooth wooden floor. Oil paintings hang on the walls, and ancient armors or cold weapon shelves stand beside the walls. It looks more like an expo with a rich collection than the third floor of a residence.

There is a staircase in the southeast corner of the third floor, but now the end of the staircase is blocked by a wooden wall. Obviously, you need to find a mechanism to open it.

"I didn't expect this one to be an antique collector."

The elf approached the exhibition stand closest to him with interest. Inside the glass cover was a silver table knife, with dark brown marks on the smooth surface. The knife lay on a white handkerchief:

"The weapon used to assassinate the Earl of Longton by an unknown person in the year 1093 of the Universal Calendar."

The old elf read out the instructions on the exhibition stand, and Jenkins also looked over:

"I know that rich people like to collect these weird things."

He said this, and then "visited" the place with the old elf. The Viscount's collection is very large, and the styles are also very mixed. A small part of them are strange items like the table knife just now, and most of them are relatively ordinary. So although it's a little strange, it's not a problem per se.

Relying on the Eye of Truth, Jenkins easily discovered the gift. It was lying in an exhibition cabinet against the wall. It was a very delicate black iron key. It was not the flake-shaped toothed key commonly used today, but a cylindrical machine key with concave and convex distribution.

This is a key used in a unique lock created by people who were obsessed with inventions in the early steam age. The shape looks pretty good. But people soon discovered that such locks and keys were very easy to pick, so they gradually gave up on such keys. Nowadays, they can only be seen in antiques and history books.

"This is it."

Jenkins said to the elf, who looked at the key with an amazed expression, and then saw Jenkins pull out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on, and then carefully took off the glass cover.

"This is to prevent fingerprints from being left behind, although not many people know the word fingerprint now..."

He explained to the elf, put the glass cover aside, and took out a stack of 10-pound notes rolled up in paper from his pocket.

"Such a key, if calculated based on the price of antiques, is probably..."

He muttered while counting the money, took out 6 banknotes and put them next to the key. Jenkins would not be a thief.

"I paid 30% more, and now it's mine."

Then he nodded with satisfaction and reached out to get the key. But at this moment the old elf's pointed ears twitched, and he suddenly turned around and looked at the blocked third floor stairs:

"Someone is opening the mechanism!"

The floor beneath my feet was shaking slightly, and there was a slight white steam spurting upward from the gaps in the floor. Between the ceiling of the second floor and the floor of the third floor is a mechanism that opens the trap door. Although it looks like a wooden wall, it's actually made of steel.

As the sounds of gears and levers moving under the floor of the third floor were heard, a ray of light shone from the bottom of the stairs on the third floor. Then the light continued to expand, and the hidden door was opened.

Viscount Ludos walked up together with a tall, thin middle-aged man. They were all wearing clothes for going out, and they could even faintly smell the unique burnt smell in the air of Nolan.

The Viscount touched the gas lamp knob on the wall with his hand. He followed the wall and turned on all the lights on the entire third floor. During this process, the stranger looked at the Viscount's collection with his hands behind his back and had no intention of helping.

"This is really something amazing."

The stranger commented on the knife, then turned around to check the painting of the skeleton on the wall. Viscount Rhodos was sweating profusely and turned on all the lights. The weather was hot, and there were no windows on the third floor. In addition, the steam flow that was sprayed inward when the mechanism was turned on just now made it impossible to stay here for long.

"You can take a look at all my collections at will."

The viscount said politely, touching his forehead with a handkerchief. He was panting and didn't seem to exercise often:

"If there is no problem, I will wait on the second floor first. You can come down directly after you make your choice."

He said that he couldn't wait to go to the stairs, but was stopped by the stranger:

"Viscount, we are very satisfied this time. We will naturally do what you ask, and your disabled son will get the leg he wants."

The stranger had a smile on his face.

"That's good, that's good."

The tall and thin viscount bent slightly, wiping his sweat as he spoke. The reason for his sweating was probably not just because of the temperature on the third floor.

"We always keep our word. You have helped us a lot this time. We will use the best alloy to cast the leg and use the most advanced technology to allow your son to adapt to the new body part."