The Master of the Strange Realm

"Doesn't the sign say that this shop belongs to Mr. Oliver?"

"Oh, so you can read!"

Jenkins nodded in understanding, "This is not easy, especially for someone dressed like you. But knowing how to read is a good thing."

He continued, "Do you want to suggest that since it is in the antique shop now, I will estimate the price. You trust me completely, so no matter how much I estimate, you only need half of the money?"

The boy laughed awkwardly: "Sir, what you said makes sense."

Jenkins nodded, pulled his right hand out from under the table, and threw out a slender hunting knife, brushing the boy's hair and turning it around his head:

"Get out!"

"Sir..."

"Get out, you fooled me? The patrolmen in the dock area pass by here every half an hour. If you don't want to go to jail, don't waste my time here."

"Sir, you want to keep it all for yourself..."

The boy was dumbfounded.

"Let me guess. There should be several possible outcomes for this matter. The first one is that this is fake jewelry. You have investigated it in advance. I am just an apprentice who has just learned antique knowledge for less than two months. So while my father is away, let the man just now come to sell bookmarks, giving me the illusion that he really has good things. Then you show up again, because this matter is not fair. I hastily thought that the gems on the hair accessories are real, so no matter how much I estimate, you can make a profit.

The second possibility is that this is true. After we divide the money, you leave immediately, and then the man just now comes back to ask me for the lost things. In order not to lose this job and for the reputation of this store, I can only admit that I am unlucky.

The third one..."

Before Jenkins finished speaking, the boy ran out of the store neatly.

While shaking his head, he stood up and walked around the counter, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the hair that was cut off by the knife from the ground.

"What an ancient trick. Do you think I am easy to deceive because I look young..."

Jenkins sighed, put the man and the boy's hair separately, and then picked up the hair accessory to take a look.

"I really can't tell whether this is true or not."

Jenkins has never been the kind of person who expects pie in the sky, and this routine is too familiar. The acting of the first man who came in is okay, but the little boy is a little nervous.

After his father came back, Jenkins told him about this matter, and projected the appearance of the two people on the [Book of Memories] for his father to identify.

After hearing this, the old man laughed, "Jenkins, I find that as long as the things you deal with have nothing to do with ladies, your wisdom can be maximized. I encounter this kind of trick once or twice a year, so don't panic, but I am very interested in the subsequent development of the scams you mentioned."

In the evening, Jenkins said goodbye to his father, ate a meal in a hurry, and then left the chocolate alone at home, and used a black robe to disguise himself - a young man in a shirt, holding the rapier inserted in the cane and went out.

Last time, he missed Mr. Hood's party, and Jenkins hadn't seen these people for a long time. The first gifter he met after crossing was the deceased Mr. Barnard, and the next few were these people.

"I hope everyone is safe."

He prayed in his heart.

The location of this gathering was somewhat unexpected. It was on the deck of a large-displacement cargo ship docked at a remote dock in the port.

This cargo ship, named "Victory Maria", belongs to a big businessman. He leads a fleet to pass through Nolan City twice a year to sell precious foreign goods to local merchants.

But unfortunately, this businessman was arrested by the Nolan City Police Department last month on suspicion of smuggling. Although he is now safely out of prison with the bail, he is restricted from leaving the scope of Nolan City.

The merchant's other cargo ships have left, after all, the business still needs to continue. Only this empty ship stayed with the merchant because it needed repairs. On weekdays, no one would approach here except the guards living on the ship.

It's not because of the city's security, but because there is nothing on the ship, and it is not a simple matter to drive it away.

Chapter 144 Chapter 140 The party is coming again

For safety, Jenkins investigated the background of the ship before the party started. The merchant smuggled the batch of antiques with problems including the evil god statue, so the ship stopped here, and Jenkins had a certain connection.

This time he was not the first to arrive. He climbed up the cargo ship along the rope, and Mr. Hood was already standing in the shadow under the mast.

"Mr. Candle?"

He asked easily while showing his badge.

"Not surprised this time?"

Jenkins summoned the purple pentagram to prove his identity and showed the cane in his hand, "The transaction items with Miss Bailing."

"I've been surprised too many times, and you are the only one who dares to take the risk to come so early to participate in such a secret party."

Mr. Hood said. He himself is the organizer of the party, and it is natural for everyone to come to confirm safety in advance.

The two talked for a few words, and then stopped talking, and looked at the moon above the sea level and the sparkling sea together.

"I have confirmed that Mr. Birchwood is dead."

Jenkins said abruptly.

"Oh, really?"

Mr. Hood asked calmly. After a few seconds, his right hand drew a holy symbol on his chest that Jenkins had never seen before.

The two never spoke again before the party started.

Miss Lark, Miss Magic, and Mr. Black Cat appeared on the edge of the deck under the last time limit, and this time there was a new party participant. This is a friend introduced by Mr. Black Cat. The two met at other parties, so although Mr. Black Cat thinks he can be trusted, they don't know each other's true identities.

The new participant calls himself Mr. White Cat, and his soul emblem is a red slender wooden stick.

Very hasty way of naming.

"Let Mr. Candle speak first this time. He has some sad news."

Mr. Hood said first.

"OK."

Everyone stood in a circle in the shadows, and Jenkins nodded, "It can be confirmed that Mr. Birch died during [The Artisan and the Rain Moon]. We will never see him at the party again."

Everyone was silent for a while.

"Do you know how you died?"

Miss Magic asked in a sullen voice.

"A-01-2-0198, that night of heavy rain."

Jenkins simply said that this year, the only rainy night that can be mentioned is that crazy night.

"I have known Mr. Bai Birch for two years. He has always been a cautious person, more cautious than most of the Gifters I know. I didn't expect that the final cause of death was so ridiculous."

Mr. Hood's emotion broke the silence. What he said made sense. Mr. Birch could only complain about fate when he died.

"Speaking of strange things, an equally dangerous person has recently appeared in Nolan City, A-11-2-3301, a malicious coachman. He will only appear near intersections at night, sitting in an old-fashioned carriage "It was characterized by the fact that half of his face was burned by fire, which looked very scary."

Mr. Hood went on to say that this was his news tonight.

"Are there any more specific details that I can spend money on?"

Miss Lark asked.

"That's all I know, but this one is much less dangerous than the flower girl. It doesn't matter if you ignore him or reject him directly."

Mr. Hood added, and everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"I know more detailed information."

Mr. White Cat also spoke, his voice full of magnetism, quite like a famous singer.

"This coachman can transport passengers to any corner of the world. His ability is very similar to that of space transfer, but it is absolutely safe during space transfer... The intelligence I got is this. The reason why it is said to be malicious, then It's because he will only collect fares from passengers, which may be an ear, a kidney, or even a soul.

This is my first time participating in a gathering here, so I don’t know if such news is qualified. "

The last sentence was asked to Mr. Hood.

"Can."

Mr. Hood's hood moved up and down a few times.

"This information is very valuable. The past six months in Nolan City have been really... forget it, there is no use complaining about fate, we have to look up and look forward."

Mr. Hood muttered to himself for a while, and then announced his news:

"First of all, I want to say that I cannot guarantee the accuracy of this message. It is too appalling. Well, gentlemen, please gather around. I dare not say it out loud."

Everyone then took a step forward again.

"Rumors, ahem, just rumors. You can just listen to the crazy words of a madman. On the night of martial law in the city, the person who killed the devil was not the noble Miss Bevanna of the [Knowledge and Books] Church, but an unknown person. The name of the saint."

"Hiss~"

The remaining three people took a breath of cold air, and Jenkins realized it later and hurriedly followed.

"Hiss~"

After he sighed, he pointed to the strange purple star in the sky: "This one?"

"Not sure."

Mr. Hood replied softly, as if he was frightened by himself.

"Probably."

Miss Bai Ling interjected, "I also got some information about what happened that night, but I only know that the man in black robe who appeared at the scene was the man in black robe who had snatched the magic objects many times. Now everyone is guessing what the man in black robe believes in. A god of faith comes to the world, so he will naturally appear."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about the secrets of the greats anymore."

Mr. Hood quickly interrupted her and ended the topic. It's not that he is timid, this is normal behavior in a world where gods truly exist.

"Mr. Bailing's information is that the man in black robe also appeared in a sensitive place that night. So, does Mr. Black Cat have anything else to say?"

"Yes, I know little about the actions of the Church of [Knowledge and Books], but I know a little about the riots in the factory district."

He stretched out his hand and pointed back. In the night, the chimneys of the distant factory area were still emitting black smoke.

"This riot is definitely not accidental. There is reason to believe that the mastermind behind it has been planning this for at least a year. This is easy to confirm. Anyone who has been to the scene can find that when the riot started it was like getting [ Lord War’s blessing goes well. Sorry. I shouldn’t mention this true god.”

He paused and then continued: "This information was obtained from the police station. At least three different cult organizations are related to this matter. It's crazy, right?"

"What are the riots for? The poor people are fighting for reasonable working hours and food that can feed their families. What are the cultists fighting for?"

Jenkins asked, frowning.

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"Just like no one knows why the devil appears in Nolan, no one knows the conspiracy of the cultists now."

Mr. Black Cat said regretfully, but Mr. White Cat on the side added:

"No one may ever know about the devil's conspiracy, but the cultists are still alive, and even some of them are still in Nolan. They will know about it one day."

This sentence makes sense. After all, the devil is dead. Jenkins was not divine enough at the time to forcibly read the memory. The truth may never be clear.

"Nolan City is such a mess. Illegal gifters like us should be more careful. I wonder if anyone has considered leaving here temporarily."

Mr. Black Cat then sighed.

"Will not."

Miss Magic, who had been silent today, finally spoke.

"It is rumored that every few thousand years in this world, there will always be large-scale riots of monsters in some places. This means that this place has been chosen by fate to become a stage full of miracles in storybooks. What has happened continuously in the past six months , has caused some bold people to speculate whether Nolan City can become a place where the legendary heroes or scoundrels grow up. I think the number of benefactors gathered will only increase. "

"Are they crazy?"

Mr. Black Cat asked.

"The higher the level of the benefactor, the slower the improvement. There will always be people who need 'accidents' to help them."

Miss Magic said sarcastically, but no one could refute it.

After Jenkins was promoted to Level 2, the Eye of Truth indeed showed positive changes again. Now when he observes different grantors, he will find that everyone's light spots are actually rotating, but in different directions and speeds. This allowed him to get rid of the method of judging acquaintances based solely on the number of colors, thus reducing unnecessary surprises.

But among everyone present, except Miss Bai Ling, he still couldn't identify his true identity.

The "legend" of Miss Magic was taken as the information she provided, and then it was time to trade.

The new Mr. White Cat came up with a learning method for the white basic ability [Paper Knife]. Although Jenkins had money, he didn’t talk to him because he didn’t have enough bubbles. Like last time, he used the ice fist to cool down to remind Miss Bai Ling that he had obtained the trading items, and then watched the other four people exchange various materials with each other.

Miss Magic found the [Star Debris] crystal at the last party, but Jenkins didn't come. This time the deal was finally reached. It was a prismatic cone with an angle of thirty degrees, and it looked like an ingenious glass product. But inside the transparent cone, there is a light blue trace like a deep starry sky, which contains strange power.

A 100-kronor note was handed over, and Miss Magic was obviously taken aback: "Foreign currency?"

"Yes, I am not a local, and I still have some foreign currency in my hands. According to the current exchange rate, you will not suffer a loss."