The Master of the Strange Realm

Miss Stryce explained that the wind really weakened as she spoke, so everyone at the church door flew up one by one, flying into the thick fog towards the direction of the fog giant.

Jenkins was left looking around helplessly, but he couldn't fly.

But fortunately, Miss Bevanna still remembered him, and soon came back with the silver box. The cover of the box was opened, and some cyan gas was slowly flowing inward.

She took Jenkins' hand and flew up, and the location of [Suffocating Prayer Girl] could easily be found from the air. After all, observing the flow of wind is the specialty of Ocean Church. Then the demigods took action together. This item itself was not too powerful, and it was just an item that had just been transformed into a strange object. It was quickly properly contained and temporarily sent to the Evergreen Forest outside the city.

At the same time, the team of Givers scattered in the city also found other people sent to the front line to prepare for the implementation of the Mist Blade plan. A group of people did not die, but because of the [Suffocated Prayer Girl] riot, they were all unconscious in every corner of the block.

Although the operation failed, it was barely a consolation that there were no casualties.

After returning to the church, new plans have to be drawn up again. At the same time, the use of more dangerous numbered items has become more difficult to judge the feasibility.

Since the power of mist can turn a numbered item into a monster, other items may also suffer the same fate. So what to do next is to continue to try with Class B items, or directly release extremely dangerous Class A monsters. Then carry out another containment of the object, or confront the mist giant head-on, these all need to be considered.

The power displayed by the Mistchild protected by the egg is very strong, and it will definitely weaken after breaking the egg. But to what extent it will weaken, the church cannot come to a conclusion. Because it does not want to waste the power used to deal with the end of the world disaster, the church has a very conservative attitude. However, judging from the current situation, the conservative attitude may not be correct.

Jenkins, who returned to the church from the fog, excused himself from feeling unwell and did not attend the next meeting. He thought about the current situation and thought he should do something instead of just waiting for death.

Not knowing the power of the Mist Giant, he didn't dare to appear as a follower of lies. Fortunately, there is another way, but it requires convincing Professor Burns.

So he found Miss Audrey who was doing divination under the white building behind the church, and asked her teacher for a favor.

Chapter 1775 Chapter 1747 The Adventures of the Middletons

"Are you sure you want me to help you deceive people? I'm not good at doing this."

After meeting Miss Audrey, Jenkins explained what he wanted to do, and then the two of them returned to the building where the church preaching hall was while talking, and walked along the corridor to the place where Jenkins and the professor just half an hour ago Outside the room where we read a book together.

"It doesn't matter, the professor is not the kind of person who is very good at detecting lies."

Jenkins shook his head indifferently.

"But are you sure there's no danger?"

"Yes, I'm very sure. The church's plan failed just now, and we must be prepared on both sides. I know that the church can definitely win if it uses hard power to fight against that thing. But wouldn't it be better if it could reduce the consumption of some living forces? ?”

Seeing him say this, Miss Audrey nodded hesitantly.

Soon Jenkins called Professor Burns out of the room. Professor Burns did not know Miss Audrey. After Jenkins introduced her, he realized that she was a pagan demigod. After greeting each other, Jenkins signaled Miss Audrey to speak. The latter looked at him reproachfully, and then said to the professor seriously:

"Mr. Burns, you may have heard from Oliver's father that I am Jenkins's divination teacher. When he went out with Bevanna just now, I divined his destiny, and the revelation told me that he must Now I will get the way to enter the Deception from you, which will play an important role in our victory over the Children of the Mist."

This is actually not a lie. If Jenkins guesses correctly, he will get some extra power in the strange situation.

Professor Burns was not easily persuaded, so Miss Audrey said again:

"I am Jenkins' teacher, and I will not harm him."

The corridor is exceptionally bright because all the gas lights on the walls are turned on. Coupled with the church's architectural and decorative style, it likes to have reflective and glittering objects scattered in every corner. Therefore, Professor Burns can clearly see that this The expressions on the faces of Miss Audrey and Jenkins when they spoke.

Both of them look very serious, Jenkins is always like this, and as a fortune teller, it is a basic ability to bury secrets in one's heart.

"I think it's best to discuss this matter with the church, and at least figure out how we should rescue Jenkins once he falls into a dangerous situation."

"No, it can't be like this."

Jenkins expected that the professor would say this, so he had already prepared a speech for Miss Audrey:

"My divination shows that...the enlightenment you received comes from a great being outside the material world, and it is best not to let too many people know about such an existence. Mr. Burns, you probably also know , Any information outside the material world is knowledge that is burdensome to mortals.”

The professor agreed with this, but he was still hesitant, so Jenkins added the final weight to his persuasion:

"If I thought it was dangerous, I wouldn't want to go to the Deception. My instinct and inspiration tell me that this is a dangerous journey, and I even plan to take chocolate with me into the Deception. Professor, you You also know how protective I am of this cat. Do you think I would take it with me if I thought it was in danger?”

After hearing this, the professor looked at Jenkins, then at the cat, and after a long while he sighed:

"Oh well."

According to the professor, entering that special realm does not require a ritual call, nor does it require waiting for any special time. He found a piece of paper, wrote a sentence in Elvish and gave it to Jenkins, and admitted that he did not recognize the slender letters that looked like branches and leaves. The professor was not familiar with Elvish.

"Hold the seeds of the World Tree, recite these words, and then kiss the seeds, and the door to the treacherous world will open to you..."

The professor said worriedly, and then wanted to regret it:

"Otherwise, it's better to tell Oliver. I always feel like this is wrong."

"If you are worried, then I can follow Jenkins into the treacherous realm."

Miss Audrey said suddenly. This proposal shocked Jenkins, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was not impossible - as long as the inviter was not angry.

"No, this treacherous place can only be entered by gifted ones with Middleton blood. I don't think you can follow it."

The professor immediately stopped him.

"It doesn't matter, Middleton here is not just Jenkins. There is someone who can follow him and help him. Although that person is a pagan, he is also very reliable."

Miss Audrey nodded and said, Jenkins knew who she was talking about, but he didn't want Sigrid to get involved in trouble. But he couldn't use this reason to object, because he had just promised the professor that there would be no danger in this trip to the strange world.

"Actually, it's not impossible to let Sigrid go with me. She is indeed a descendant of the elf priest, and the elf bloodline is also shown in her body. Maybe this trip can bring her some Harvest... maybe, I can use this to ask for one-third of the seeds... but how to compensate her? "

After discussing the plan, Jenkins went to find his distant cousin. Although she also came to the Church of the Sage with the Church of Nature, she only functioned as a medical team because her combat ability was not strong. The work was not busy at this time. When she heard that Jenkins was coming to see her, she lowered her head and walked through the corridor with Jenkins amidst the laughter of other nuns. They met Miss Audrey and Uncle in the empty room they had found in advance. Professor Enns.

Because time was tight, Jenkins quickly explained the current situation. Sigrid did not expect that Jenkins came to her for this kind of thing, nor did she expect to hear from Jenkins the true purpose of the "metal pendant", but she agreed without hesitation to follow him into the treacherous realm. There was really no hesitation at all.

On the other side, Professor Burns, who regretted being easily persuaded, told Jenkins that if the two did not return within two hours, the church would definitely find out that he had disappeared, and it would be impossible to hide the matter by then.

Considering that the flow of time between the treacherous world and the real world is not fixed, Jenkins is not sure when he and Sigrid will be able to return, so he understands the professor's concerns and said that once the church finds out, he will directly report this matter. Just report it:

"It's not anything illegal anyway."

After speaking, he nodded to the professor and Miss Audrey, faced the wall with Sigrid, and each took out a part of the World Tree seed.

"Do you know Elvish?"

Jenkins suddenly asked, and the nun next to him thought for a moment:

"Understand a little bit, but not completely master it."

"Okay, here's how it's pronounced..."

He whispered, and then the two of them read out the words written by the professor on the paper together in Elvish language with not very standard pronunciation:

"Praise the Lord of flowers. You are the guardian of nature and the symbol of life and reproduction. You are the righteousness of all things. All things return to nature and flowers prosper forever."

This sentence is somewhat blasphemous to the True God [Spirit of Nature]. Fortunately, Jenkins only said the pronunciation and did not translate it, otherwise Sigrid, who is a believer in the True God [Spirit of Nature], would not have read it out.

After the complete recitation, the two of them gently kissed the World Tree seeds in their hands. Although, without any warning, a crack emitting white light appeared on the white wall in front of him.

The door to the strange realm appeared in front of Jenkins again.

Chapter 1776 Chapter 1748 Woodland Stream

The crack in the wall was initially less than the length of a pencil, but after it was observed, it quickly began to expand, and Jenkins vaguely heard a sound similar to breaking glass.

Powerful suction came from the depths of the endless white light, and Professor Burns and Miss Audrey quickly took a step back. Jenkins held his cat in one hand and his cousin in the other, watching the gap continue to expand until it turned into a white light door with irregular edges that was large enough for the two of them to pass through.

"Don't worry, we'll be back soon."

He said loudly in the wind generated by the suction, and then he and the lady beside him stepped into the door of the strange world.

In the white light were bizarre illusions that could never be understood, and when his feet finally set foot on the ground, Jenkins was forced to let go of Chocolate and Sigrid, kneeling on one knee on the soft soil, covering his stomach with one hand. To prevent myself from vomiting.

The last meal was a birthday dinner. He ate too much and drank a lot of wine. Coupled with the intense discomfort caused by the space transfer, Jenkins almost really polluted the land beneath his feet.

It was a little cold around me, and what was even colder was the raindrops falling from the sky and hitting me constantly. In the church, I was sweating slightly because of the summer temperature, and my pores were open. Now that my body had no time to adapt to the new environment, it was violently aroused by the raindrops. Jenkins shivered, feeling like he might catch a cold.

The cat in his hand didn't like getting wet in the rain, so it quickly got into Jenkins' pocket. Sigrid on the side also pressed tightly against Jenkins' right arm because of the cold. The rain was not heavy, but for the two people without umbrellas, it was no different from heavy rain.

The rain made Sigrid's blond hair stick tightly to the side of her face, and water traces dripped down her hair.

Unsurprisingly, the two people and the cat were in a shallow beach, with pebbles under their feet and a flowing stream in front of them. It seemed to be dark night all around, and there were no traces of stars or moon in the sky. Although it was a rainy day, there was no moving wind in the air. The temperature was unusually low compared to the summer in Nolan, and the environment was dull and humid, making people feel panicked.

There seemed to be woods behind the two of them, but because the visibility was very low, they could only vaguely see dead branches like the witch's fingers in the story stretching toward the shallows. Jenkins shook his head and told Sigrid not to look back. Obviously, the darkness behind represented the boundary of the treacherous realm. This was his experience.

There is obviously no light around, but the sparkling stream is still reflecting the light from nowhere. Using the reflection on the water, Jenkins struggled to look around in the rain, and finally found a man in a gray robe sitting on the other side of the flowing stream. He almost blended into the darkness.

But Jenkins did not immediately walk with Sigrid to the bank of the stream not far away. Instead, he said to the girl leaning on him:

"There were some things that were inconvenient to talk about just now. There are only two of us left now. You can ask."

The blond girl shivered because of the cold. Jenkins later realized that her physical fitness was not as strong as his own, so he raised his right hand in an empty hand, trying to draw a big umbrella from the void. But [Reading and Writing] just started and stopped automatically. Jenkins looked at the sky above the falling rain in confusion. The rules of this strange environment seemed to prohibit him from doing so.

"I only have one question. As long as I answer this question, I think I will probably understand it - who are our ancestors?"

The nun from the Church of Nature did not notice Jenkins' action, but asked in a trembling tone. Jenkins then wanted to call out the fire of his gift to bring some warmth to the two of them, but the flame retreated automatically as soon as it emerged from the body surface.

This situation is the same as [reading and writing] not working. It is not that it cannot be used, but that it is prohibited when used.

"Our ancestors are sacrifices to the World Tree."

Jenkins said in her ear, and the two seemed to have returned to their adventure in the mirror world, and that time it seemed to be the same situation now. As he spoke, Jenkins walked to the stream with Sigrid. The only "glowing" thing in the whole strange environment is the creek. Based on past experience, this means that this adventure will be carried out by the creek.

"world Tree......"

Sigrid sighed softly, and she quickly recovered as she adapted to the environment here. Noticing the indecent posture of leaning on Jenkins, she naturally shifted her focus away from him.

"Yes, our ancestors are the World Tree priests in the Elf Royal Family. With this bloodline, even if we are only half-elves, we can have natural talents that ordinary elves do not have. We can even automatically learn elves by relying on the power inherited in our bloodline. language."

He nodded and stared at the figure across the stream. That person should be the rule teller of this strange situation. Generally speaking, it is best not to look directly at such things, otherwise it will cause mental damage. But surprisingly, Jenkins didn't feel any discomfort this time, and even saw the other person holding a lute in his arms.

"So this strange situation is a test for us by the World Tree?"

Sigrid asked again. Jenkins didn't mention the Lord outside just now.

"No, it's not the World Tree, it's... it's a higher existence than the True God."

The blond nun kept silent. She had never heard of such an existence and didn't know whether she should believe it.

"This is hard to accept, but in fact, there are still worlds outside the material world that can allow intelligent life to exist for a long time, but those worlds are often very strange and dangerous. The controllers of those worlds are more difficult to understand than the true gods, and they are also More powerful. I can't tell you their titles. You should understand that sometimes just a name or a codename has extraordinary power, but I can tell you the belief of the elves, which is the existence that gave us the test this time. Name. Yes, the great one is often called the "Lord of Flowers."

After the last word was spoken, Jenkins faintly felt a line of sight coming from a very high place, but when he raised his head, the line of sight disappeared. This is a bit like being watched by a sage, but the sage's gaze is gentler than this.

At the same time, red blood overflowed from the corner of Sigrid's mouth unconsciously, but the amount was not much and it quickly disappeared in the rain.

The two are priests of the World Tree and are loved by the flowers, so Jenkins dared to boldly tell Sigrid the title "Lord of the Flowers".

"I probably understand."

After a moment of daze, the blond girl nodded and learned a lot of information from that name that she shouldn't know.

So Jenkins stopped talking. The two of them quickly came to the stream, but did not step on it. They just stood on the pebbles in the shallows. Then they saw the man in gray robe on the other side picked up his lute, plucked the strings, and let The sound of the piano broke through the sound of the rain, and finally began to sing in a low and elegant Elvish language.

The singing in the rain is extremely sad, but also has a sense of vicissitudes from the ancient times. This is an elf poem that Jenkins has never heard before:

"The ancient story begins with the first bloodline,

the first blood,

A sacred contract was made under the tree.

When history turns into legend,

When legends become myths,

When myths are nothing but dust,

everlasting,

It's a flowing story.

The veins of leaves show time,

The markings on the bark make time flow.

There will come a day,

again,

again,

Flowers bloom in the forest,

Surging life,

Let the oldest giant tree stand in the world.

I came from the rain,

Singing old stories,