The Master of the Strange Realm

She showed the crowd a handful of broken pieces of metal, the remains of the spell.

"It's good if everyone leaves. We can talk about things. Mr. Candle, I thought you would take out something like a contract today and ask the people who just left to sign it."

"The one who wrote the score," said Miss Harms.

"Do you think I am a demon from hell? No matter how solid the contract is, it cannot restrain a willing betrayer. We do not need paper documents because we are sure that no one will be able to deceive us."

Jenkins said.

"This sentence sounds like everyone's actions are within your plan. Have you designed a bigger scam to lure us people?"

Miss Stillwell asked suspiciously.

"Madam, you need evidence to speak. Besides, do you women have anything worth deceiving me about?"

Seeing that someone wanted to speak, Jenkins nodded again and said:

"Yes, I know you are all beautiful, but I have seen too many pretty girls."

Hathaway, who had been looking at the cat, glanced at him suspiciously.

"Instead of being careful about being deceived by me, it is better to show me more sincerity. You know my sincerity. In the next negotiations with the church, we will try our best to fight for power for all decent believers of false gods. And as a Our original facilitators, I can guarantee that what the believers of lies can get, you can also get.”

There was indeed a guilty conscience when he said this. After all, Jenkins’ final plan was to have all believers in lies withdraw from the game, and all honors go to the church’s holy son, Jenkins Willamette. Of course, he would not treat these women badly. After the matter was over, as a thank you for their help in "defeating" the lies of the believers, the Son of God suggested that the church give them good preferential treatment.

"You won't leave a written record of this condition?"

"Archbishop" Lydia Bernreit suddenly asked, and the other musicians also looked at this man.

"Of course you can leave a written record if you want, but don't ask me to write down my real name, it's impossible."

Jenkins replied.

PS: The time is wrong.

Chapter 1836 Chapter 1807 Dragon and "Train"

The musicians finally asked for a written commitment, so they quickly found paper and wrote down in duplicate the conditions Jenkins agreed to and the musicians' commitment to fully help believers in lies. After both sides checked, the musicians drew the holy emblem of the God of Music [Wonderful Movement] as a signature. This is a very formal way for any church or religious order.

But when it was Jenkins' turn, he realized that he didn't seem to have a holy symbol. So I thought about it, hesitated, and then wrote my real name, "Jenkin" in square characters.

"Is this the holy symbol of the God of Lies?"

Hathaway asked suspiciously.

"Of course not, this is something more reliable than the Holy Emblem."

Hathaway wanted to ask, but was stopped by Miss Harms. She carefully put away the document and kept it, which made Jenkins, who had prepared a lot of rhetoric, a little confused and didn't understand how he gained trust.

It wasn't until much later that I learned from Hathaway that the so-called "music score writer" was the divine vessel for the god of music cultivated by the music cult in each generation. Then I roughly guessed that Miss Harms had seen some clues. .

In Fidictry's etiquette, there is no tradition of both parties going to dinner together after signing important documents. But out of politeness, Jenkins still invited everyone to have a late-night snack.

He dared to be so generous, naturally knowing that there was no way the musicians would agree to him. So when he was rejected, he even showed a happy attitude, saying that when the negotiations with the church were over, the believers of lies, as Nolan's host, would definitely invite the musicians to the Royal Opera House. Watch a play in a box.

"No need, you should mind your own business first. My friend has shares in the Silver Jasmine Opera Company. If you can really do what you said, I can invite you to watch the show at the Royal Opera House. "

Hathaway said, Jenkins shook his head:

"Then just wait and see, ladies, it won't be long before you see my greater sincerity."

He said this, feeling a little uneasy about deceiving others, but he remembered another thing:

"Speaking of which, how long do you plan to stay in Nolan?"

"Most people here are not ready to leave. Regardless of the outcome of the negotiations, we all want to stay here to witness the end."

"The High Priest," said Miss Bernreit.

"Don't you know the danger Nolan is in?"

"Of course I know, but this is the end of an era. We have already made plans. When the end comes, those who are willing to stay will gather together and play a funeral song for the departure of the Eighteenth Century. That will It will be a very large ceremony to commemorate those who have died and those who are about to die. You can also come and visit at that time. Music believers usually do not gather together like this. We already have many such large ceremonies. Haven’t done it in years.”

The words were met with approval, and even Hathaway seemed intent on participating in the ceremony.

Jenkins didn’t quite understand what these artists were thinking. He wanted to say something else:

"Since we stay in Nolan, once the doomsday really comes, let's fight together against the horrors we don't know yet."

The first meeting with the difference engine last time made Jenkins realize the auxiliary role of these ladies with weak fighting ability.

"Of course there is no problem."

Miss Stiver said:

"You just said that you would propose to join forces to fight against the end of the world in the negotiation with the church. I think it would be better if everyone could gather together. We also believe in the fighting ability of the believers of lies."

Miss Stiver was of course happy to see the cooperation between the two sides, and Jenkins was not surprised by this.

After everything was settled, the two sides left the opera house together. Because the time they chose happened to be the end of the previous play, they dispersed among the audience who were leaving, and soon they could not see each other.

The flow of people was large. After all, Nolan has really attracted many nobles and businessmen recently. Jenkins mixed in the crowd with his cat, thinking about whether to let Julia make a midnight snack after returning home to celebrate the smooth negotiation today.

At this time, the sound of the giant beast came from the east again. Of course, the people around him also heard it and talked about it, but because the sound was obviously far away, and there were many strange things recently, everyone was not panicked.

Miss Befanna had already said that the church had sufficient preparations and response plans for the dragon hunter, and Jenkins did not need to intervene, so Jenkins was not interested in seeing how the battle was going over there at this time.

After getting away from the crowd, he summoned his unicorn in the woods outside the city. After stroking it intimately, it flew into the sky.

The white cat Vanilla was already bored with tonight's activities at this moment, and yawned in Jenkins' pocket.

Although it was hot in summer, it was still a little cold to fly at high altitude. The strange smell mixed in the wind made Jenkins cough uncontrollably. He crouched down and felt that the air in Nolan was getting worse and worse.

There was not much distance from the Royal Opera House to the city, at least much closer than from Evergreen Forest to the city.

In this short journey, there were still some accidents. Jenkins was not surprised, because this was his daily life.

First, a roar was heard from afar, and the voice was full of anger. Then, a fiery red light appeared in the foggy front, and a very short fire dragon flashed in the distance and disappeared.

Then the temperature suddenly dropped, and snowflakes floated in the sky. But the snowflakes were not dense, and they only appeared in the air, and people on the ground could hardly feel them.

"I have a very ominous premonition."

He muttered to himself, and then stopped the unicorn from flying forward, but temporarily stopped in the air. The surroundings were surrounded by mist, but because the height was high enough, the two moons and stars could be seen.

Putting on a monocle and looking around, the red dragon's aura was getting closer and closer. At the same time, it was like a locomotive, with a long string of black auras behind it, followed by the auras of dozens of demigods, and then the yellow aura of spells.

The dragon rushed almost straight towards Jenkins and the unicorn, and as they approached, the temperature dropped at an even more exaggerated rate. At the same time, the sound of chaotic horse hooves stomping on the ground sounded, and the nose could smell a strong smell of rust and blood.

"I remember that dragon that I didn't sin against~"

Jenkins said in his heart, patting the unicorn's back and letting it carry him to avoid the red dragon and the long string of "trains" behind it. The unicorn obediently carried Jenkins down.

Chapter 1837 Chapter 1808 The Fifth Charge

The ground under the moonlight is an endless field.

Now Jenkins and the unicorn are very close to the edge of the city. This area is the main grain-producing area of ​​Nolan. A few decades ago, the land of the nearby villages was annexed by large farmers to form a large-scale farm.

Finally landed on the ground, the rice fields in summer are full of green, and there is no end to them. The night wind blows, and the rice in the rice fields rises and falls like waves. Jenkins bends down and the unicorn lies down. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to see them from the air.

On the contrary, observing the sky from the ground, the battle situation above is very obvious. The red dragon flew in the front in a panic, occasionally spitting out a fiery red dragon breath, leaving a dazzling color in the fog layer of the sky.

Behind it, the wandering cavalry riding on the skeleton horse, under the cover of the black full body armor on their bodies, almost merged with the black sky. They seemed to be galloping on the ice road in the sky. Every time the horse's hooves stepped on the air, a thin and transparent ice layer would extend outward, and disappear quickly after a whole team of cavalry passed, without even bringing rain to the ground.

Because of the armor, the skin and facial features of the cavalry were completely unclear. But the armor deliberately forged into a terrifying appearance with spikes was enough to turn what happened in the night sky into a horror fairy tale, bringing interesting bedtime stories to generations of children.

Because there was no close combat, but only a chase, the terrible pursuers did not take out their weapons, and could only rely on the captain in the front to use spells to defend against the dragon's breath again and again.

The cavalry was looming in the fog, and Jenkins couldn't count how many there were. Only two captains were seen with obviously different armor, so this should be a later hunt among the seven.

Behind the Wandering Soul Cavalry, the demigods of the church were chasing closely. They were chasing and attacking at the same time, and behind the demigods, a bright yellow gorgeous carriage that was emitting light and heat like the sun was also running in the sky. It was driven by the Benefactor of the Church of the Sun and Justice. The carriage could only carry a limited number of passengers, but now it was forced to carry 7 people.

Therefore, although it was a chase, the Wandering Souls, as dragon hunters, were actually surrounded by the dragons in front and the mortals in the back. According to this situation, it would not take long for the Wandering Soul Cavalry to be completely wiped out. This is a foreseeable future.

"So I don't need to intervene at all."

Jenkins said softly, leaning down and lying beside the unicorn, hiding with it in the rice field, waiting for the people above to disappear quickly.

But contrary to expectations, the roar of the dragon was indeed moving away, but the temperature around was getting lower and lower. Even lying on the ground, I could see snow falling.

The chaotic sound of horse hooves trampling became louder and louder, and I looked up. At some point, the ghosts gave up chasing the red dragon, and instead drew out their long swords with their right hands and swung them, holding the black reins with their left hands, and rode their horses to launch a terrifying charge towards the ground.

The target of the charge was aimed directly at the man, beast, and cat lying on the ground.

"Huh? Chocolate, what are you doing lying here?"

He saw that Chocolate was actually lying on the ground like him and the unicorn, but with the cat's height, the ghosts might not be able to see it if it jumped up.

"The ground is very dirty."

As he spoke, he stood up with the help of the ground and stuffed the somewhat frizzy chocolate into his pocket.

Facing the snowflakes that were already flying all over the sky and looking at the Wandering Knights swooping down from the upper side, Jenkins raised his hand:

"Freeze!"

There was an abnormal and slight sound in the air, and as the water condensed, a large piece of ice appeared directly in front of the dragon hunter cavalry.

The two cavalry captains holding weapons similar to staffs pointed forward, and the ice slab exploded in the air, turning into flying ice chips and scattering. In the middle of the ice, Jenkins, riding a unicorn, holding a sword in his right hand and a staff in his left hand, swooped down:

"You dare to mess with me!"

The white sword light instantly illuminated the night sky, splitting the oncoming Wandering Soul Cavalry team in two. But the white light did not disappear immediately. Above the raised scepter, the orb emitted endless light in the night field. As Jenkins continued to rise, the light rushed straight into the sky, so that the church members above and the red dragon who had just flown back could not see what was happening in the center of the light.

They could only hear shouts and killings, the exchange of weapons, and the fall of heavy objects. Occasionally, the huge sword light swept across like a flying wheel dancing in the air, and then bursts of explosions could be heard in the air.

When the white light gradually converged at the top of the scepter, the orb gradually dimmed. In the head-on charge just now, only the man riding the holy white unicorn remained in the air.

He raised his left staff slightly, and the sword in his right hand naturally drooped. The fighting instinct given by [Hero] and the suppression of weird things gave Jenkins an absolute advantage in this sudden confrontation.

Under the unicorn, dozens of armors were scattered on the ground, the skeleton horse was crawling in the farmland, and the black long sword was like a tombstone piercing the soft soil of the rice field, feeling the slightly cold wind of Nolan at night.

The man riding the unicorn did not leave immediately, but he did not look up at the circling dragon, nor did he talk to the church people in the sky who didn't know what to say.

He lowered his head and pondered. It was obvious that he was thinking about a very important question:

"Should the following be considered my trophies?"

This is of course a very important question, but those armors are too heavy. He only has a unicorn mount, and he certainly can't take all the armors away. So he planned to leave these trophies to the church. After all, although they are valuable, they are not particularly good things for Jenkins.

While thinking, the demigod of the church slowly descended from the air and landed at a position almost level with Jenkins. But only one person came down, this was Ms. Carol Hoffman, the demigod of the [Church of Darkness and Secrets] who had been stationed in Nolan for a long time. She knew Jenkins in the past.

"Good evening, believer of lies."

She pulled the hem of her skirt to greet Jenkins.

"Good evening... Just ask whatever you want to ask."

Jenkins said this and looked at the darkness around him:

"I'm in a hurry to go back to the city, and I don't have much time to delay here."

He wanted to get home before Hathaway went home, otherwise it would be too suspicious.

"Why did these wandering souls suddenly give up chasing the dragon and rush towards you? Sorry, this is not a question, but just curiosity. The one you defeated just now was the fifth appearance of A-03-5-2737 [Wandering Soul of the Dragon Hunter]. We must ensure that their last two appearances are also controllable. This is Nolan after all. Once this weird thing gets out of control, I think everyone can imagine the consequences."

"Actually, I don't know why they came for me... Don't look at me like that, this is the truth. In fact, earlier today, your dragon also passed over my head with those wandering spirit cavalry. At that time, I was indoors and did not attract the attention of those cavalry... Yes, why is that? I remember that the information said that A-03-5-2737 would only hunt one dragon at a time and never change the target."

If the [Ancient Amber Stone] given by the Silver Dragon Lord Anastasia was still there, Jenkins might suspect that it was because the stone was carried by the silver dragon for too long, so the "dragon characteristics" of the carrier Jenkins far exceeded that of the red dragon, thus changing the characteristics of the [Wandering Spirits of Dragon Hunters].

But now the amber stone is no longer there, and the red fighting ability [Malicious Transfiguration] derived from it has nothing to do with dragons. So now the only dragon-related characteristic Jenkins possesses is the red slender flame on his chest, which is the "Dragon Soul" among the Four Kings' Souls. It is a unique power created by ancient humans with the power of the entire race in order to imitate the solid physique of the dragon by creating myths and composing legends.

"Could it be the Dragon Soul?"

He thought to himself, looking up at the red dragon that was spreading its wings and circling in the air:

"Maybe you should ask that dragon. Dragons probably know more about this kind of weird thing than humans."

"Good idea."

Ms. Hoffman nodded, but did not leave:

"For safety, can you please stay away from here for the time being. We don't know why those wandering souls attack you. If you enter the city and the wandering souls appear and choose to look for you again instead of falling into our encirclement, at least hundreds of people will die."

What she said made sense. Although Jenkins was eager to go home, he didn't want to let a group of wandering souls demolish his house while he was sleeping at night. But he couldn't agree immediately, so he pretended to be embarrassed and thought for a while: "Okay, but I can only stay here for a while. I really have important things to do at night." Then he let the unicorn carry him up. But at this moment, the snowflakes that stopped with the defeat of the Wandering Soul Knights fell again from a higher altitude. They fell on the pink nose of the cat that stuck its head out of the pocket, making the cat shake its head violently in discomfort.