The Master of the Strange Realm

The professor was stunned for a moment. It was he who told Jenkins the truth about the "heirloom", so the professor knew what Jenkins was talking about.

"Have you found the last third?"

"Yes, but I haven't gotten it yet, and I haven't told anyone."

Jenkins answered in a low voice, but then said:

"But I'm going to get the last third in a few days, and I can't wait any longer."

His plan was to invite Sigrid with him when he took the girls home in a few days, so that the scene would not be awkward, and he would mention it after the visit was over.

PS: Some readers said that in Chapter 1140, the old elf told Kamel that Mr. Hood did not have a family, but in Chapter 1703, it was said that Mr. Hood was married and had a wife. Let me explain here, the old elf lied to Kamel because he was afraid that he would not be willing to die.

Chapter 1773 Chapter 1745 The Professor’s Secret

To make it easier for everyone in the church to read, the room was brightly lit at this time. Gas lamps, chandeliers, and candle lights illuminate almost every corner with warm yellow light.

Jenkins clearly observed the professor's surprise and horror after hearing that he planned to swallow the seeds of the World Tree.

"You must not swallow the seeds of the World Tree."

The professor immediately warned, putting down the book in his hand and looking at Jenkins seriously. Because the books on the long dining table were stacked almost into a hill, no one noticed the conversation:

"Never swallow it."

"Why?"

"Meow~"

The cat on his lap was murmuring and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Because you are a royal descendant of the elves and a true sacrifice of the World Tree, but you are not the World Tree itself. If you swallow that seed, you will be assimilated by the huge vitality of the World Tree!"

"is that so?"

Jenkins was surprised, but it made sense when he thought about it. The last time he swallowed two-thirds, his body was almost damaged, and the complete World Tree seeds would definitely not only increase his power by one-half.

His soul would probably be fine, but his body might take root on the spot.

I was glad to be reminded in advance, but also a little scared. Fortunately, I never asked for the last third:

"Yes, that means I really can't swallow this kind of seed. So how will the seeds of the World Tree function in my hands? Thank you, Professor, I almost became a tree man."

"You don't have to be so polite. This is what I thought of when I was studying the 'Flower Forest' you mentioned. This world of ours is really wonderful."

Jenkins learned about the world beyond the material world from that train trip last fall, so he asked the professor about it, and the professor knew names such as the Flower Forest and Lava Hell.

But Jenkins was still stunned when he heard this, because the Lie Priest actually reminded him that what he just said was a lie.

He didn't expect to hear lies at this time, let alone that the professor would lie. But in the last sentence, there seems to be only one place where you can lie, unless Professor Burns really thinks that Jenkins really wants to say thank you, which is not polite.

"You...are still studying the Flower Forest?"

he asked cautiously.

"Yes, but there is very little information. There are only a few fragments of elven literature that can be found, but I don't understand elven literature."

This sentence is the truth, and there is really only one place where you can lie.

"So what do you think of the so-called [World Tree Seedlings]?"

So Jenkins asked again.

"This..."

The professor thought for a moment:

"If you want to truly awaken this ability, you might as well explore yourself and discover your own essence in the search for yourself. Your essence is probably life. A better understanding of this will enable you to better understand yourself. ”

This sentence coincides with Miss Knight's reminder about bloodline awakening.

"Did you think of these yourself?"

"Yes."

The professor nodded, and Jenkins judged that this was a lie. He lowered his eyes to the page, never expecting that the professor would deceive him on this point.

"but why?"

The professor certainly wasn't trying to hurt him, Jenkins was sure of that. Then there is something wrong with the professor's source of information. It's not that the professor doesn't want to tell him the truth, but that he can't.

"What I just said was just speculation. You don't have to take it seriously."

Just as he was thinking about it, Professor Burns said again. Jenkins noticed that the professor refused to look at his face when he spoke, which showed that he was also feeling guilty.

"Ok, I see."

He replied, hesitating for a moment, thinking of the point of the matter.

There was silence between the two for dozens of seconds before Jenkins suddenly asked:

"Speaking of which, I remember you said that the opportunity for you to become a gifter was inspired by a dream. Do you have a clue about this matter now?"

The professor's expression froze, and the hand that was about to turn the book stopped, but his eyes were still looking in the direction of the book, not at Jenkins.

Jenkins knew he had found the key to the matter, but he did not rush him and waited silently for the professor to speak. He knew that the professor would never mess with this matter. With the professor's character, lying was the worst thing he could do.

It was still quiet outside the window, as if nothing happened except the heavy fog in the sky. People in the room gathered around the long table, and candles burned quietly on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, causing the mountains of books on the table and the shadows of the people around the table to be pulled far toward the wall.

People around them were talking quietly, but Jenkins and the professor fell into an eerie silence. The two of them kept staring at the pages in their hands in tacit agreement, but neither of them was reading.

"Actually..."

In the end, the professor spoke first. His voice was very low. Jenkins had never seen the professor speak like this:

"Yeah, that's not what I thought of."

He understood the implication of Jenkins' question just now, so he didn't defend himself.

"So... the advice just now was really obtained by you in a dream?"

Jenkins remembered that his father said that the church knew that the opportunity for Professor Burns to become a grantor came from a dream, but it still didn't mind and approved his application to become a secret keeper apprentice. This shows that the church believes that the source of the professor's enlightenment is safe and reliable, so the advice he received this time should also be credible.

"Yes, from the dream. Ever since I told you about the Middleton family and the elves two months ago, I have been hearing some whispers in my dreams. Recently, I finally figured out the meaning of those whispers."

"But why...you want..."

Jenkins hesitated to speak.

"The whisper told me that I can't tell you the source of this information directly. Of course, if you discovered it yourself, it doesn't matter... I'm really not a good liar. Sorry, Jenkins ..."

There was a sense of relief as he apologized, but Professor Burns still looked very sorry.

"No need to apologize for such a small thing, I don't care..."

Jenkins waved his hand indifferently and asked again:

"What else did you hear? In addition to the information related to just now, is there anything else?"

"Yes, there is one more thing, but I don't recommend you to try it, so I didn't say it. Jenkins, you must not take the risk, otherwise I will report this matter directly to the church. I think even the sages and The existence in the dream is going to punish me, and I can’t let you fall into a dangerous situation.”

Chapter 1774 Chapter 1746 The out-of-control praying girl

"Why don't you first tell me what the so-called danger is?"

Jenkins encouraged him, and knowing the whole story, he no longer cared at all about the professor's lie just now.

The professor was obviously hesitant, but probably because of the guilt of lying just now, he was more easily persuaded than usual:

"But you have to promise me that no matter what you hear, you will never take any chances. Otherwise I will actually tell the church about this."

"Okay, I promise."

He said perfunctorily. The professor looked at him suspiciously, nodded slightly and then said:

"A voice in my dream told me that if you want to understand yourself more deeply, you must enter a mysterious place..."

Jenkins suddenly felt something familiar about this matter.

"A treacherous place that does not appear in a specific location. The voice said that this treacherous place is not dangerous. The voice also said, I can advise you to enter the treacherous place... But I don't believe this. How could it be possible? Are there any dangerous situations?"

Jenkins expressed shock that something like this could happen again.

"What you said... did not appear in a specific location, you meant..."

The professor looked at Jenkins again and shook his head decisively:

"I won't tell you. Are you planning to find it? Sorry, if you really want to enter that strange place, then we must at least tell Dad about it. If Oliver agrees, I will tell you. ”

The professor was very principled when it came to the issue of treachery, and he immediately blocked what Jenkins wanted to say. He knew that the chances of him being able to convince the professor on this matter were low, and the professor was obviously determined not to risk Jenkins.

"But there is probably someone who wants to talk to me. Could it be Fanhua..."

He lowered his head and said nothing. The cat lying on his lap suddenly shook violently, and then woke up from his dream. It patted Jenkins' leg with its paws without knowing what it was going to do, and then stood up. Its sleepy hind paws kicked Jenkins' legs, and its front paws rested on the edge of the table, trying to climb onto the table.

"Don't be so naughty. I'll make you some supper later...are you happy now? Aren't you full from the cake just now?"

“Can cats eat cake too?”

The professor on the side asked absently, and Jenkins thought for a while:

"Chocolate is different. It has drank the animal wisdom enlightenment potion."

So the professor stopped asking.

The calm outside the window did not last long. Shortly after Jenkins and the professor ended their questions about chocolate and sweets, a second horrifying roar of a giant came from the distance again.

After this cry, a sudden strong wind swept across the entire city. The sound of stones and gravel hitting the windows made people indoors panic.

Jenkins once again approached the window and looked into the distance. In the depths of the gray fog, the huge black shadow standing at the end of the night was still moving slowly. Even Jenkins, who doesn't have a phobia of giant objects, was a little uncomfortable seeing such a terrifying scene.

He risked a glance with the Eye of Truth. Perhaps because the distance was too far, he could not see the aura of the church's benefactor, and the black aura of the fog giant did not change at all.

His heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Not long after, someone called Jenkins out. The person waiting for Jenkins outside the door was Mr. Coppola Bellini from the church's special items management office. He hurriedly stuffed a sterling silver box into Jenkins' hands, and then took him out:

"Miss Bevanna asked you to take this to the church door to find her quickly."

"What's wrong?"

As he was talking, he heard the sound of Chocolate running behind him, and then he realized that he had left the cat on the table. But before he turned his head, with the sound of the cat kicking the ground, Chocolate actually jumped directly from the ground to Jenkins' shoulder accurately, and did not hurt Jenkins' shoulder at all when "landing", which made Mr. Writer marvel at the agility of his cat.

"The plan failed, there were some minor problems."

Mr. Bellini said simply, but there was no worry on his face:

"The eggshell was not completely broken, it was the [Suffocating Prayer Girl] that had some problems in the thick fog, it seemed to be assimilated into a weird thing..."

The two walked through the corridor, and a group of nuns walking in the corridor with books in their arms hurriedly saluted Jenkins. On one side of the corridor was the door, and on the other side was the window. The strong wind outside the window still did not stop, and the whistling wind sounded like the howling of demons passing through the city. At the same time, the wind did not blow away Nolan's thick fog. Jenkins guessed that the source of the wind was the weird [Suffocating Prayer Girl].

"Anyway, you go to the door of the church first, and you must hold this silver box well, and don't let it touch the ground."

Mr. Bellini turned to the corridor on the other side, he also had a lot of things to do.

The beautiful sterling silver box in his hand had a strong yellow aura, and it was a Class B spell item. The six sides had protrusions that were connected to each other like blood vessels. Jenkins walked and looked at the surface of the box. For a moment, he even saw that the silver liquid was really flowing in those silver protrusions, but the vision disappeared in a blink of an eye.

A lot of people had gathered in the main hall of the church, which was the main chapel of the church. But the two magnificent doors were closed. Seeing Jenkins coming out of the corridor at the back, people hurriedly made way. Sigrid handed Jenkins a coat. Captain Binsi suggested that Jenkins leave the cat indoors or put it in his pocket. The old man standing close to the door reminded Jenkins to be careful of the wind.

"Be careful of what?"

As soon as he asked, the scribes on both sides of the door opened the door a crack, and the wind that rushed in instantly made Jenkins' clothes quickly pull his body and want to move backwards. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, bent down slightly to lower his center of gravity, and at the same time picked up the cat and stuffed it into his coat pocket:

"Bevana is waiting for you outside!"

The old man's voice seemed to come from far away, and then someone pushed Jenkins, causing him to stagger out of the door in the wind, and the two doors immediately closed behind him.

Just now, I heard the whistling wind outside the window, and I knew the situation outside. But after walking out, I was still scared by the wind like a storm. But fortunately, Nolan is a coastal city, and there will be a big storm every few years. The original owner can also find relevant things in his memory, so Jenkins is not panicked.

"I'm here!"

He said with effort in the wind, and then walked towards the vague figures standing in front. Obviously, the wind has been raging to this extent, but the fog under the night sky is even thicker.

At this time, there are more than a dozen people standing on the steps outside the church, all of whom are demigods, and several of them are also the identity of the Son of God. Miss Befanna spoke in the wind and asked Jenkins to come over, and then saw the box in his arms:

"Okay, Bellini took this item out from behind the Gate of All Things."

She said, picked up the silver box, and flew into the air. Standing next to her was another saint of the Sage Church, Miss Box Stress, who had just arrived in Nolan last week. Jenkins just greeted her.

"That silver box is B-02-3-0302 [House of Wind], which can regard the wind generated by the flow of the atmosphere as a kind of energy and absorb it into it. The current strong wind is the effect of the [Suffocating Prayer Girl]'s weird transformation. We must stop the wind first to know what happened over there."