The Master of the Strange Realm

Because of the paralysis brought by this terrible aura, when the hand of the "evil spirit" stretched from his shoulder along his arms to the triangle iron and small copper hammer in his left and right hands, the man did not react immediately.

And when the two hands stretched out from behind touched his hands, the man finally noticed that the hands stretched out from behind were definitely the hands of a living person.

"You~"

He wanted to speak but his mouth was out of control. At close range, Jenkins injected a large amount of death spirits into him, which guaranteed that even corpses could be resurrected almost 100%, but for living people, this was like injecting sewage into the artery.

The man watched helplessly as the things in his hand were taken away by the man behind him. As the spiritual ritual with the weird creature as the core was interrupted, his other three companions jumped up, but at this moment, the sword that came from nowhere slashed down.

The two people on the left side of the man were directly split into four pieces, and the companion on the right side of the man was entangled by seeds that had taken root and sprouted at an unknown time. Those branches tightly wrapped around him like tentacles, and finally wrapped him completely like a cocoon. With the sound of bone cracking, the branches continued to shrink and close inward, and blood continued to seep out from the gaps between the branches.

But the man could not see all this, because Jenkins had broken his neck and completely interrupted the spiritual ceremony.

Section 1806 Chapter 1777 Return

"But why try to use Tarquin's soul to make a dummy with a similar face?"

Having solved the enemy, Jenkins thought puzzledly. He carefully put the strange object in his hand aside, and then used his hand to test the breath of the woman tied to the table. She was still alive, but her breath was very weak, and she could not even be awakened.

Jenkins then treated her, looked around with the Eye of Truth, and found no other benefactors, so he drew a piece of paper and wrote down the main information he had just learned from the conversation with Tarquin, threw the paper on the woman, and then went out of the warehouse door, put on the air bomb ring, and swung his hand into the air. The rumbling void exploded, and the sound of the mountain blast spread far away in the silent night.

After whistling to call his unicorn to fly him into the sky, Jenkins observed that the first to appear were the church's gift-givers who came after hearing the news, rather than the people from the tree house or the gear craftsmen's association. Only then did he feel relieved to ride his mount to the city under the moonlight.

"It seems that I haven't called you for a while."

He lay on the back of the little beast, stroking its soft fur while crossing the sky over the city.

The unicorn made a soft cry, but because its neck was not long enough, it could not rub Jenkins' hand by turning its head. Jenkins thought of the [Ancient Amber Stone] given by the Silver Dragon Lord Anastasia, but unfortunately the growth cycle of the unicorn was too long. If you want it to wear the stone, you have to wait for hundreds of years at the earliest.

He got off the unicorn from the alley near the church, and after saying goodbye to it reluctantly, he wanted to return from the main gate to show that he was not missing. But he took a quick look from a distance and found that there was no commotion in the church, and it seemed that no one had noticed the disappearance of the Son of God. So he climbed over the side wall carefully without setting off the alarm. After entering the corridor, the people who saw him in the church did not show any strange expressions.

So Jenkins realized that no one had noticed his disappearance. When he returned to Miss Befanna's office and opened the door, Chocolate rushed over.

"It's okay, I'm back, right?"

He said while holding his cat, gently patting the cat's head. Then he looked at the office door suspiciously:

"How did you get in?"

He ran to that strange place before opening the door, and the door of the office had to be opened by twisting the doorknob. Of course, it couldn't be someone else who opened it for Chocolate, otherwise someone would have noticed that Jenkins was missing.

"Meow~"

The cat was in Jenkins' arms without panic, squinting its eyes and rubbing its little head against his chest. Jenkins didn't ask when he saw this. Maybe Finnie opened the door for the cat when she passed by, or maybe the cat got in through the window and closed the window by itself. In short, Chocolate was not scared because of his disappearance.

As expected, no one noticed that Jenkins had disappeared for a while. Therefore, whether it was the news from the Church of Death half an hour later that the old woman was B-12-1-6213 [Unintentional Soul Guide], or the traces of the tree house found in the East District of Nolan at nearly ten o'clock, they had nothing to do with Jenkins.

He said goodbye to Bishop Palod at ten o'clock, and said hello to the two demigods of the church before planning to leave. He happened to see Miss Windsor's carriage at the door of the church, so he didn't bother the church to arrange a carriage to take him, and took the cat directly into the car.

"Good evening, Miss Windsor."

"Good evening, Jenkins."

She looked a little tired, leaning against the side wall of the carriage. In addition to her, there was a maid and Miss Magic in the carriage. Behind this carriage, there were two accompanying carriages, which contained Miss Windsor's guards. After Tarquin was killed, most of the nobles in Nolan strengthened their security.

"Why don't I see Miss Silver Flute?"

Jenkins sat down and asked Miss Magic, who shrugged and didn't say anything polite:

"Our friend, the gentleman who just came back from Turin, had some minor problems, and Miss Silver Flute went to help."

Because Miss Windsor and another maid were there, she did not directly say it was Mr. Black Cat. But this statement was equivalent to admitting that she knew that Williamt might be Mr. Candle, but Jenkins didn't care how much she guessed.

"What trouble did you encounter?"

Putting the cat on the cushion beside the seat, Jenkins leaned forward and put his right elbow on his right leg and asked.

"It's just a minor trouble, and all our friends went to help him."

Miss Magic didn't want to say more, and Jenkins didn't ask any more questions. He nodded, then sat up straight and put the cat, who was lowering his head and patting the soft cushion with his paws, on his lap:

"Miss Windsor, have you encountered any problems? Why are you waiting for me at the church door so late? It's best not to travel at night during this period. There are more and more strange things in the thick fog."

"In the evening, Your Majesty came to talk to me about some issues. She asked me if I would be the king. I refused."

Miss Windsor said.

"That's it, I understand."

Jenkins nodded and glanced at Miss Magic and the maid who kept her mouth shut, not caring about what she said. Miss Windsor sighed upon seeing this, feeling sad that Jenkins trusted others so much.

Jenkins asked again:

"I said a few days ago that I wanted to go with the Army..."

"It has been negotiated. It was negotiated on the day Tarquin died. In a few days, after you have finished your work on the joint meeting of the Twelve Churches, I will organize a reception and invite your supporters to attend. Now The support we have is about the same. Although we are still lacking in the army, at least the old nobles are supporting you. "

"Well, this matter can't be delayed for too long. I think Queen Isabella actually knows that she can't stop me, so she keeps putting forward conditions. She took a step back on Monday. I think as long as we can The cocktail party created a lot of momentum, and she is likely to take another step back, and maybe she will take the initiative to give up the throne before we have a showdown."

Jenkins made a little joke. Miss Windsor smiled reservedly and then said:

"How is the church investigating the death of Tarquin?"

"There were some clues about half an hour ago. His death may have been planned by himself, and the treehouse seemed to want to use some means to 'resurrect' Tarquin."

"oh?"

Miss Windsor frowned. For a beautiful girl, such an action is also very beautiful:

"I really didn't expect such a result. I planned my own death... It seems that the king of the Southern Kingdom is not as incompetent as I thought."

PS: I will update more tomorrow, not sure how much more will be.

Chapter 1807 Chapter 1,778 Mechanical Corpse

From the moment Jenkins and Miss Windsor started talking, Miss Magic, who was also in the carriage, maintained her "professional ethics" and stopped interrupting.

"Can you tell me about the resurrection you mentioned?"

But when Jenkins talked about Tarquin Tarquin, she couldn't help but asked suddenly out of curiosity. Jenkins then briefly told the "clues discovered by the church." Miss Magic nodded slightly when she heard this:

"I've heard of the [Soul Echo], which is a very evil device for manipulating souls. Although I don't know what the other party wants to do, it is definitely a good thing to be stopped."

Now that the ritual was mentioned, Jenkins talked about the relationship between the Great Fire in the South and Tarquin. The main point that Miss Windsor heard was that Tucker's document sacrificed his own people, and she was very disgusted by this approach. The focus that Miss Magic heard was on the occult, and she couldn't help but interrupt again, which surprised Miss Windsor. In her opinion, her occult consultant is the kind of dull woman who can't speak three sentences a day.

"After Monday's terrible night, I talked with my friends from out of town about the Mistborn. They are extremely adaptable and changeable creatures, born in Norland, and therefore in In addition to the original mist characteristics, it also has metal and resentment characteristics; it was born in a burning forest, so it will have the characteristics of fire and forest. Does the other party want to cultivate the Son of Catalytic Mist? "

"The church has similar ideas, and they must have had plans since last year."

"They knew about the Children of the Mist earlier than the church?"

Miss Magic frowned.

"Yes, the church suspects that the big guy at our feet gave them advice."

Jenkins moved his legs and stepped on the floor of the carriage, causing the cat lying on his legs to cry out in dissatisfaction.

Miss Windsor was confused, but Miss Magic understood it completely. She nodded again and couldn't help but sigh:

"In this case, the organization called Treehouse doesn't want to catalyze the arrival of the doomsday in advance, right?"

A smile appeared on Jenkins' face, and Miss Magic thought of going together with him:

"I think so too. It seems you really understand this matter very well."

"No, I just inferred from the principle. Those rituals have a strong direction. Of course, I am not the only one who came to this conclusion. My friends are rushing to Nolan from all over the world. Everyone wants to witness it. this era."

Miss Magic refers to fellow believers of the God of Ceremony. When Jenkins proposed cooperation to her as Mr. Candle last month, she mentioned that her fellow believers were also gathering towards Nolan.

"So what I said..."

"They think the proposal is great, but they want to meet 'that gentleman' first before they can decide whether to cooperate."

Jenkins did not speak, but nodded slightly, and Miss Magic stopped the topic. She also knew that it was best not to talk more about this matter in front of irrelevant people.

Miss Windsor wanted to send Jenkins home and then go back, but Jenkins thought it was too dangerous for Miss Windsor to go home "alone", so she insisted on letting the coachman go directly to the Windsor family's residence in the city, said goodbye to Miss Windsor, and watched her He entered the courtyard with a regretful face before turning around and leaving.

But instead of looking for a carriage, Jenkins walked alone in the foggy night city. He deliberately slowed down his pace, and it was only after ten minutes of walking that he heard the footsteps of the woman chasing after him.

"You're really fast."

He held his pocket watch and said:

"It's only been ten minutes and you found a reason to leave Miss Windsor?"

"I'm not with her 24 hours a day. It's already off work time."

Miss Magic replied, and you could hear her breathing unsteadily, probably because she was chasing her all the way:

"Do you think that an outstanding benefactor like me would protect an ordinary person 24 hours a day just because of money? No, I have a lot of things to do."

Jenkins stood there waiting for her. After Miss Magic came to his side, they walked side by side.

"There is no 24-hour personal protection. I think it's just because Miss Windsor didn't pay more."

He said, Miss Magic thought for a moment and nodded:

"Yes, you're right."

Neither of them mentioned why they were so familiar with each other under Jenkins' current identity. Jenkins and Miss Magic skipped this topic in a tacit understanding. They were not walking through the fog so late to talk about this.

"So, Miss Yindi is not here tonight. Mr. Black Cat is in big trouble?"

Jenkins asked the question in an almost declarative tone.

"To be more precise, Mr. Black Cat and Mr. Hood are in big trouble together. You know what happened with Tulip recently, right? Oh, you must know."

Miss Magic is following Miss Windsor. Even if she deliberately conceals it, she cannot be completely unaware of the relationship between a group of people and Tulip:

"Mr. Hood wants to make a lot of money from tulips. He believes that the value of this kind of flower will appreciate very quickly in the near future. Mr. Black Cat has just returned from Turin and has a lot of funds, so the two of them want to start a business together. .....”

She hesitated for a moment and asked a question that she had been curious about for a long time:

"This kind of flower can make money, right?"

"The premise is that you have to run fast."

Jenkins said this, and then it could be seen from the other party's face that Miss Magic did not understand at all. He did not explain, but continued to ask:

"What kind of trouble can they encounter in this kind of business? Is it possible that they have also encountered loan sharks?"

This means that Newman's fiancée's family was the reason why Jenkins delayed taking the girls and Sigrid home.

"What loan shark? Mr. Black Cat and Mr. Hood believe that although there are large local tulip flower and tulip bulb shippers, and the quality of the finished flowers and bulbs is extremely high, with good texture and color, the local prices are too high. So they wanted to use a steam train to get a trainload of goods from other places. Maybe this business could realize their plan of not having to work hard for the rest of their lives. But the foreigner they contacted who claimed to have goods was a liar, Mr. Hood. After discovering the problem with Mr. Black Cat, he went to them to get his money back, only to find that the other party was dead. "

It's really a complex and twisty story.

"Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat were deceived?"

Jenkins was a little surprised:

"In my opinion, these two gentlemen are very smart and witty people. Who is the other party? Is it a lie... ahem, what methods did the other party use?"

"The other party's identity is very reliable."

Said and turned right at the intersection with Jenkins:

"There is no problem if an ordinary person dies. He can just find his money and leave. But there is a problem with the other party's identity."

When he saw the police patrolling the night in groups of three, he immediately changed his conversation and started talking about the recent vegetable prices. After the police had gone away, he continued:

"The name of the deceased is Horace Luther. You should know who it is. After all, he is also your potential enemy. It is because this person used his noble status as a guarantee that our friends easily believed it. After all, who I never thought that such a person could cheat money.

Now that he died in the hotel where he lived, Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat had a grudge against him because of the gold pound, and they were the first to discover his body. What do you think will happen? More importantly, the entire Nolan is looking for him now, and his relationship with the death of the Southern King has not yet been clarified. No matter what, Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat have nothing to do with this matter. "

Horace Luther also has many connections with Jenkins. If it weren't for the appearance of the Williamsot family, he would be the person with the highest rank to succeed Fidicli. Because the investigation revealed that he was related to the chef who poisoned Tarquin, the Nolan police, Chesland mission and the church were all looking for him, but they did not expect that he would be bumped into by Mr. Hood and the two men.

Luther was found dead this evening. In order to help deal with the body, Miss Silver Flute went to help temporarily. Originally, Miss Magic wanted to tell Miss Windsor about this matter and let her help solve it. But then she thought that there was no need to expose the identities of Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat. It would be more convenient to let Mr. Candle help.

The two of them talked and went directly to the place where Luther died. At the suggestion of Miss Magic, Jenkins still used the identity of Mr. Candle and turned the black and white cat Chocolate into white cat Vanilla.

After entering the room, Jenkins understood what "dealing with the body" meant. In the spacious room, Mr. Luther was tied to a chair with hemp rope, and the chair was dropped in the air by five ropes, one of which was tied around his neck. Luther was now festering all over, with scaly metal scraps on his skin, teeth and screws bursting out of his gums together, a spring stretched out of one eye and kept swinging, and white steam came out of his mouth during the harsh roar of metal friction.

This person is undoubtedly dead. Now he looks like a corpse revived by the undead spell, but those undead will not install metal parts on their bodies by themselves.

"Mr. Candle."

After opening the door, Mr. Hood, Mr. Black Cat and Miss Silver Flute greeted the man with the white cat. Now, everyone except Miss Bailing and Mr. White Cat was present at Mr. Hood's party.

Jenkins nodded as a greeting, and then asked hesitantly: