The Master of the Strange Realm

"Dad, do you want to go back to the antique shop to rest?"

Jenkins asked.

"I still have some things to deal with, so you should go back first. And... forget it, you can talk about it after you wake up. It's not an important matter."

The father waved to him, so Jenkins said goodbye to the two of them, and then found the professor in a room full of information and secret keeper apprentices to say goodbye to him.

Although the Son of the Mist has been solved, Nolan's thick fog is still there, so the work of searching for relevant information cannot stop.

"The weird situation didn't happen tonight."

He blinked at the professor, thinking about the real reason why the professor became the gifter that he learned in the strange situation, but he did not say it out.

"You go back first, you worked really hard tonight. You were celebrating your birthday a few hours ago, but you had to stay up late risking your life. Go back quickly, and... I'm sorry, I lied Things..."

The professor lowered his head and touched his nose, which was a sign of embarrassment.

"We all lie, especially white lies. Professor, this is normal. I do it all the time."

The God of Lies who was not online said, then waved goodbye to the professor, and finally met Miss Audrey and Sigrid.

The two unrelated ladies were talking quietly together, but stopped talking when they saw Jenkins approaching.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Because they were all very close people, Jenkins asked without hesitation.

"I'm asking you about what happened in the deception."

Miss Audrey answered, and then showed an ambiguous smile to Jenkins:

"But your cousin is not very willing to tell me."

"Something happened in the strange realm... I will go back and take a rest first. I will go to you this afternoon and talk about it."

"Okay, come directly to Evergreen Forest. I will go to Evergreen Forest in a moment. The teacher said that she found some interesting things in the church's classics and asked me to find a wider place and use the ability of [Water Mirror] to contact she."

"Ok, no problem."

Jenkins nodded and said to Sigrid:

"I want to go home and take a rest first. I'm really tired tonight. Will you stay in the church, or will you follow the Nature Church back to the station next to the Evergreen Forest?"

"This has to wait for arrangement."

The blonde nun said.

"This is not used, give it back..."

Jenkins wanted to pick the World Tree seeds belonging to Sigrid, but of course, he also knew that his actions would be blocked.

"Just take it and keep it for me."

Sigrid said so.

Jenkins naturally would not refuse, but he felt that now was not a good time to ask for the tree soul, so he added:

"Then get ready. The day after tomorrow, oh, which is Wednesday, I plan to invite you to visit my home. I think Mary and Robert will be very happy."

"Okay, I'll be ready."

She said, Jenkins then wanted to say goodbye to the two ladies, but was stopped by Miss Audrey:

"Regarding the seeds of the World Tree, my suggestion is not to put them together immediately. This is a big thing, and you should choose the right occasion and time to do it."

"No problem, then please help me choose a time and place."

"That's no problem. Also, I heard from dad that you gained the white basic ability [Cycle]?"

"Huh? Oh, yes."

It was only around midnight, no more than four hours ago, but to Jenkins it felt like days ago.

"Did Dad tell you what this ability does?"

the soothsayer asked again.

"Probably the longer it takes, the stronger it will become."

Jenkins summed it up roughly.

"Yes, you may think it is useless. After all, you are in a hurry now..."

She paused and glanced at Sigrid, probably considering whether she was reliable:

"Keep this ability. Our sect collects the evolutionary ability of [Cycle]. This is currently the only known way to obtain [Reciprocating Destiny]. This is a rare way to fix destiny. I want to tell you It should be useful.”

"OK."

Jenkins nodded again, and then rode the carriage into the fog of the night, heading towards St. George Street.

Chapter 1792 Chapter 1763 Monday Morning

It was close to five o'clock in the morning when he got home. Jenkins thanked the church driver and watched him leave. Then he put the chocolate on his shoulders and took out the keys from his pocket with a sad face.

Turn the inward lock connected to the chain to the front, insert the key into the keyhole to open the lock, unlock the chain with a bang, glance at the mailbox, and see that the postman has not come yet, so he quietly walks to the door of the house and whispers After opening the door, I didn't even turn on the light in the foyer, for fear of disturbing the sleep of the ladies at home.

He sadly changed into his slippers in the hall, took off his coat, and put the sleepy cat on the ground. The cat suddenly became excited and realized that it was home, so it quickly ran towards the darkness of the living room. The soft cushions under Chocolate's feet made the sound of it running silent, and Jenkins thought that Chocolate rushed directly to the bedroom.

"This night was really hard."

It was not that he was worried about the battle just now, but that he was thinking about the things he had missed, that he would have to track down the escaped demigod after waking up, and that the murmurs at the end of the month had not yet been sorted out. Jenkins couldn't help but sigh.

"This is really..."

Walking into the living room quietly, the long table for the birthday dinner was still there, but there were no dishes on the table. I guess Julia had cleared it away.

There was no light on the first floor of the house. Even with a white tablecloth on the smooth table, it could not reflect any light. Jenkins looked at the corner, and the pile of gifts was lying there like a crawling monster.

He also needed to open these gifts separately, confirm which friend gave what, and wait until others have birthdays before they can have corresponding gifts in return. These are all etiquette that need to be paid attention to, even Jenkins understands.

I couldn't help sighing again, this time because I saw those gifts, and then I thought of what I missed. Thinking about the many troublesome things I need to do after waking up, I walked upstairs slowly.

Slippers stepped on the stairs, even if I tried to be quiet, there would be a slight thumping sound like knocking on the heart. Jenkins thought about what he would face in the coming days, the Three Kings Talks, the Twelve Churches Joint Meeting this weekend, and the end of the world, and couldn't help sighing.

If the cat was still on his shoulder, Jenkins could still get comfort from chocolate. But now without chocolate, Jenkins's sense of melancholy could not be expressed.

He walked slowly along the stairs, and the light of the gas street lamp that had not yet been extinguished through the gap in the curtains made Jenkins' figure reflected on the white wall beside the stairs.

He thought about how he had been in this world for less than a year, and there was almost no day to rest. Thinking about his life in this world, it seemed that there had never been a day that he could slow down.

He thought about many things, and thought about the dangerous and exciting adventures he had experienced since he opened his eyes and saw Mr. Barnard that night last autumn, but he couldn't stop for a moment.

Slowly turning on the stairs, the shadow of the wall also swayed on the white wall. Jenkins sighed again, and his steps subconsciously became slower. He was quite satisfied with his current life, but he was alone at the moment and suddenly felt a little tired.

In fact, this feeling has appeared a long time ago, but he rarely has time to think about these things, and he rarely has time to be alone, so this is the first time that he has such an idea.

A carriage passed by the window from nowhere, causing the light in the distance to shake for a moment, and Jenkins' shadow on the wall also shook for a moment, but it quickly returned to its original state.

"But you always have to keep going."

He put his hand on the handrail of the stairs and continued to walk up, thinking about the dinner a few hours ago, thinking about the girls who cared about him, thinking about his cat, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up, revealing a smile from the heart:

"It's all worth it."

He said to himself, and walked upstairs quickly with his spirits up.

As soon as he came to the second floor, he saw his cat standing at the door of the bedroom with an angry face, as if he was going to hunt, and made a "meow~" sound at the closed door.

"Why are you angry at the door? Be quiet, Hathaway and the others are still sleeping."

He squatted down and said to his cat, patted its head, and put the cat on his shoulder.

He quietly opened the door. Because it was well maintained, the door did not make a "creaking" sound. Jenkins quietly wanted to walk into the bedroom, but saw Hathaway and Britney sleeping soundly with their eyes closed on his bed. Julia, wearing a very familiar and simple maid uniform, was resting by the desk, with Jenkins' coat hanging in the closet on her shoulders.

The closets in the bedroom were open, and no one knew who opened them and forgot to close them.

He was stunned for a moment, carefully took out the lute and stood it against the wall, then quietly retreated back to the corridor, and closed the door very lightly and slowly. Before the door was closed, Jenkins could see a rare smile on his face.

(Chocolate running...)

Monday, 1st of the Hermit and Thunder Month in the Common Calendar 1866, light rain.

Jenkins woke up in the room and looked at the ceiling calmly. It took about half a minute before he supported the bed with his arms and sat up. The curtains were closed and the light was very weak. He couldn't tell what time it was.

Looking around, it was obvious that this was Britney's room. Some personal clothes were hung on the hanger at the door. This was the style of the blonde girl.

"Chocolate?"

Not finding his cat at the head of the bed, he called softly, and then heard the sound of Chocolate jumping happily on the stairs. Jenkins smiled, thinking about things before going to bed and what he would do in a while, while touching the pocket watch on the head of the bed.

It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and Jenkins didn't sleep for too long. But probably because of the new power he gained in the strange world, he didn't feel tired, and his state was almost the same as when he got up on time.

Because the door was closed, Chocolate couldn't get in. In order to prevent his door from being scratched by Chocolate's claws, he wanted to get up and open the door for the cat, but he didn't expect the door to open by itself.

Of course, it wasn't that Chocolate learned to transform into a human overnight, but Julia, who had returned to her usual outfit, opened the door for it. Chocolate immediately ran into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, rubbing Jenkins' hand that was holding the bed intimately. Julia stood at the door, put her hands together in front of her and nodded slightly:

"Jenkins, are you awake? Do you want to eat now? We left breakfast for you, just heat it up and you can eat it."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble. Are Hathaway and Britney still home?"

"Yes, it's raining today, and the two ladies... didn't go out."

As she said that, Hathaway and Britney also appeared at the door. Both of them were wearing daily home clothes. Britney was holding a book in her hand, which seemed to be related to knitting. Hathaway was wearing a white sweater and glasses with flat mirrors. I don't know what she was doing just now.

"When did you come back? Why did you sleep in Britney's room?"

Julia went downstairs to prepare breakfast, and Hathaway and Britney walked in. The red-haired girl asked angrily, sitting on the bed one step ahead, and Britney came to the window and opened the curtains. It was still misty outside, but because it was raining, it was better than a few hours ago.

"I came back around five. I saw you were all asleep, so I didn't disturb you. I wanted to wake Julia up and ask her to go back to her room. It's uncomfortable to sleep on the table, but I was afraid of waking her up because she insisted on making breakfast, so I didn't make any noise and just came here to rest."

"Don't worry, we all woke up after eight o'clock... The maid would be very happy if she heard this."

Britney said with a smile standing in front of the window.

"So, you saw Julia's outfit last night?"

Hathaway also asked, but didn't give Jenkins time to answer:

"Of course you saw it."

She winked at Jenkins:

"I thought you would wake us up when you came back... And I received your gift."

This refers to the lute that Jenkins specifically asked for. Hathaway really has a good affinity with that gift.

"Wake you up? Am I such a person?"

Jenkins shook his head and said, taking the cat lying on the quilt aside, and got up from the bed:

"As for the gift, just like it."

He deliberately showed that kind of indifferent attitude, Hathaway covered her mouth and chuckled, and Britney asked:

"It's obviously Jenkins' birthday, he didn't receive our gift, but you took his gift again, this seems unfair."

"Do you think so? Why not compensate Jenkins in this way..."

The red-haired girl walked briskly to Britney and whispered a few words in her ear. Britney's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Jenkins had never seen her like this, but it did not affect her charm.

"Hataway, what are you talking about?"

She raised her hand and pretended to hit someone. Hathaway smiled and walked out of the room, so Jenkins and Britney went to the corridor together. The three of them went downstairs while talking, and Julia had almost prepared breakfast.

"What a pity! We finally decided to give you a surprise gift last night. Don't think we are unreserved girls. We thought about it for a long time before making this plan because you are going to have a birthday."

When Jenkins sat down in the restaurant, Hathaway had not finished talking about gifts. They had already had breakfast, so they just sat around Jenkins and talked to him.

After taking the newspaper handed over by Julia and looking at the black and white photo of Queen Isabella waving at the camera on the front page, Jenkins said:

"Yes, of course I know you are all reserved girls..."

To be honest, he felt a little sorry.

PS: Transition chapter.

Chapter 1793 Chapter 1764 The Writer

Chocolate lowered his head to eat his food and listened to the conversation between Jenkins and the human woman. Of course, he had already had breakfast with the ladies at home, but this did not affect the cat's understanding and accompanying Jenkins to eat again, otherwise Jenkins would feel very lonely.