The Master of the Strange Realm

"I know the rules. This strange situation sounds relatively simple. I will follow your instructions exactly. Moreover, you don't have to worry about me being affected by what we will see. I know it very well. What is reality and what is false.”

Miss Windsor was a little at a loss. She did not understand the meaning of "the mystery" as quickly as Jenkins did. After all, although Jenkins had just come to this world at that time, the literary and artistic works of the other world he lived in described even stranger things.

"Just follow us. Remember, everything we see next is impossible. There is no parallel time and space in this world, everything is an illusion."

"Parallel time and space?"

Miss Magic asked doubtfully:

"What does this phrase mean? The person just mentioned it too..."

"It's not interesting, just remember one thing -"

He stepped through the door first, exposing himself to the rain. After confirming that there was no one around, he turned around and opened his arms to face the two people inside the door. Behind him was the dark and rainy Nolan Street:

"Let's put it this way, everything in this world is illusory."

After the three of them entered the door together, the door disappeared. Although it looks exactly like the real Nolan City in front of you, if you look closely, you can also find that there are some differences.

Jenkins' real eye can even observe strange auras throughout the space, which together prove that this is not the real world.

Of course, because they were not sure whose world was missing here, all three of them used the spells provided by Miss Magic to temporarily change their appearance to prevent them from encountering the possible "self" here.

But after that, they didn't know where to go. The previous treacherous situation had never been on such a large scale. There was no guidance, and the so-called "story" did not happen immediately in front of them. It was up to the three of them to decide how to proceed in the future.

"Might as well go there."

After changing his shape in the alley and returning to Fifth Queen's Avenue, Jenkins pointed to Dad's Antiques Store not far away. Miss Magic did not immediately connect this place with the identity of Jenkins Willamt, but Miss Windsor roughly understood what Jenkins meant.

The three of them broke into Dad's antique store in the rain. After the familiar sound of the bell at the door that Jenkins heard, a voice said:

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Shop. How can I help you?"

This is not Jenkins, the apprentice at the antique shop, welcoming the three of them. It's Dad talking. After the father finished speaking, he frowned in confusion, probably because he saw that the three of them didn't seem to be here to buy anything.

"Sir, it's raining outside and we don't have an umbrella. Can we take shelter from the rain with you?"

Jenkins asked, knowing there were no shops selling umbrellas nearby.

Because the clothes of the three of them were soaked, it was impossible to tell how long they stayed in the rain. Probably because the three of them all looked young at this time, and Jenkins was very polite when greeting him, so Dad hesitated and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I will open the store here until very late, but I won't let anyone stay here."

"Don't worry, I have asked the servant to go to the house to get the umbrella. He will be back soon."

Jenkins, who was familiar with his father's character, said, before his father tested the three of them, he took the initiative and said:

"I am Viscount Saviour Redemptor, and these two are my... friends."

Appropriate disguise and hesitation helped Dad guess what Jenkins had not finished saying, and never diverted his attention from other things.

But Miss Magic still trembled at the corner of her mouth. The fake name Jenkins gave herself was really bold.

Chapter 1907 Chapter 1878 Jenkins and Jenkins

"Redanput?"

Hearing the name, Dad raised his head and glanced at Jenkins unexpectedly:

"It's really interesting."

"What's interesting?"

The name was also a test, and Jenkins wanted to figure out something very important.

"The evil man who is wanted all over the world now, his middle name is also Redan Putt. It obviously means a savior, but..."

"You mean that Willamette?"

Jenkins asked knowingly, as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. At the same time, he invited Miss Windsor and Miss Magic to sit down. There were two chairs in front of the fireplace, one of which was the rocking chair where Dad usually sat.

"Yes, yes, Jenkins Willamt, the culprit of the Nolan serial murder case, a member of the cult organization [Gear Craftsmen Guild]. I heard that the church has increased his reward to 200,000 pounds, oh, my Sage, 200,000 pounds!”

Dad shook his head as he spoke and picked up the newspaper again. Since he was not a guest, he did not need to be entertained, so it was not rude to continue reading the newspaper.

Jenkins also took this opportunity to see that the time printed in the newspaper, Monday, July 15, 1866, was the same as the actual time.

Without looking back, Jenkins could guess the shock of Miss Windsor and Miss Magic. He has confirmed that this possible world is not only a world where one person is missing, but also a world where Jenkin has not arrived at all. He didn't believe that playing the role of Jenkins Willamt himself would have made the future so bad.

"It's really strange. The church's reward is actually higher than that of the police department."

He said something sarcastic and leaned on the counter.

"The Orthodox Church always issues very high rewards for such cult figures. This is normal."

The father said, and then as if he just remembered, he handed the towel hanging behind to the three of them to wipe the rain from their hair. In fact, it would be better to light the fireplace at this time and let the three soaked people warm themselves up, but it is summer, and Dad has no obligation to do this for strangers.

Dad was present and the three of them could not discuss it. Jenkins wanted to offer to borrow Dad's room upstairs, but he couldn't show that he knew too much about the place.

Just as he was about to speak and go to a nearby clothing store to buy replacement clothes for the two ladies, the bell at the door was pushed open again, revealing a young man who lowered his head and covered his face with an exaggerated wide-brimmed hat. Came in.

The rain fell to the floor along the black windbreaker, and the heavy footsteps of boots brought the mud from the street to the antique shop.

"Why doesn't anyone go out with an umbrella today?"

Dad complained softly, and only Jenkins, who was next to the counter, could hear this. Then, Dad said as usual:

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Shop, may I ask..."

The sentence could not be finished because the young man had already raised his gun and pointed it at his father. When he raised his head, he also revealed his face, which was none other than "Jenkins Willamt."

This time Jenkins had the opportunity to observe the expressions of his companions. Miss Windsor's face was full of astonishment, and she held the towel in her hand without making any next move. Miss Magic smiled, which was her usual behavior when she was interested in something.

"robbery?"

Dad was frozen and didn't speak, so Jenkins asked for him. This scene is very familiar to Jenkins. Last fall, the demigod Ice Waiter from [The Naked Club] also broke into the antique store in this way. He died a few hours later.

Although the visitor Jenkins looks exactly like Jenkins Willamette, if you look closely, you can see that the shape of his face is slightly different. On the one hand, this is because Jenkins completed the final sublimation of the World Tree seedling. During this period, the elven blood affected the changes in his body, making him younger and more handsome; on the other hand, it was the powerful soul that subtly changed the body, making him The two are constantly converging, causing the body to change towards Jenkin's appearance, but because the two are so different, this change is not obvious.

For two reasons, although Stranger Jenkins and the original Jenkins look alike, even familiar people can tell them apart clearly. Even more obvious is the completely different temperament.

Miss Magic and Miss Windsor felt this more deeply at this time. The Jenkins William they knew was like a mystery that could never be understood. He was charming and at the same time a little unapproachable, but regardless of whether he kept a straight face Still smiling, he looked like a good person who was harmless to humans and animals.

But the familiar stranger in front of him looked like a ferocious villain.

Not to mention, when this person appeared, there was no cat around him. This convinced them how completely different this possible world was from the real world.

Although the person with the cat is not necessarily Jenkins, the person without the cat is definitely not Jenkins.

"Young man, put down your pistol. What do you want? Money?"

The father then asked. He slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the young man holding the gun. He was not too panicked.

Jenkins, the stranger Jenkins tilted his head and looked out the door. After Jenkins, the "robber" of the possible world, entered the door, two men wearing gray double-breasted coats and hats stood on the left and right of the store. door. The robber is smarter than the Ice Waiter, at least he knows not to act alone.

"Did you recover a wrench from a down-and-out woman holding a baby yesterday morning?"

The robber asked, and the corner of Jenkins' mouth trembled, believing that the world is indeed universally connected.

"Yes."

Dad answered directly without using any recollection. The antique shop couldn't do more than one business in a day. He remembered very clearly what happened yesterday. He also knew very clearly that after learning that the woman's wrench came from a strange tavern, he had to identify the wrench. Wrenches are special items.

"Hand it over."

The young robber said that Miss Magic and Miss Windsor were very uncomfortable with such a fierce look on a face similar to Jenkins.

Dad didn't give an answer immediately, so he turned the gun and pointed it at Jenkins:

"I'll count three numbers. If you don't hand them over, I'll kill him."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Jenkins couldn't help but say, and then naturally raised his hand to hold the opponent's gun body from above. The cold feeling was transmitted from the palm to the brain. There was obviously something wrong with this gun. This was no ordinary pistol. Even though the auras in the world of possibility were almost overwhelming, he could see that the aura color of the gun was very special.

"Let go!"

The young robber said to the young writer, his threatening voice mixed with these spiritual influences, which Miss Windsor, who had just become the benefactor, could clearly feel.

"What did you say?"

Jenkins gripped the pistol firmly and then with a sudden force, he raised his hand, pointing the muzzle at the ceiling. The robber held the back end of the pistol and tried to turn the muzzle downward, but his strength was no match for Jenkins.

"you......"

A layer of dim copper-colored light spread along the robber's arm toward the pistol, and enveloped Jenkins' right hand in the blink of an eye. In that light, the young writer's right hand slowly turned into a metallic color:

"This world is more interesting than I thought."

He commented, tapping the gun with his metal index finger to confirm its internal structure. Then the green light bloomed, expelling the mechanized light. The young writer let go of the pistol, and with a wave of his right hand, a book with an iron-gray cover fell into his hand.

The eyes of the magic lady behind him lit up, but she also knew that fighting was the most important thing now. So after confirming that the unfamiliar Williamette was not the counterpart of the familiar Williamette, she let Jenkins and Jenkins confront each other.

She asked Miss Windsor to stay where she was, and Miss Magic herself walked to the door to deal with the two people outside the door.

"Who are you? Why do you have the power of the world tree?"

The robber did not panic, but asked Jenkins in a very stern tone. Green light also appeared in his hand, which was entangled with the yellow light that could mechanize the body, and poured into the pistol together.

Even if he took a completely different path, Jenkins Williamette was still a descendant of the world tree priest.

"It's not important. I want to know where you got this wonderful mechanical power from? The existence that gave you this power... is it out of the seal now?"

The gun was lifted up and the trigger was pulled directly, but there was no sound. Jenkins' dynamic vision captured that what flew out of the muzzle was not a physical bullet, but a strange metal creation wrapped by some tentacles.

"I definitely can't dodge it."

He thought to himself, and then a light flew out from the book in his hand, and the mechanical bird crashed directly into the "bullet" and exploded on the spot in the air. The power of the explosion did not affect the surroundings at all, but at the explosion point, a terrifying black crack appeared in the void, and it took at least two seconds for the crack to disappear.

The power of the bullet just now directly tore through the solid space barrier of the material world.

Jenkins had never tried the consequences of combining the power of life and machinery, and this time it was an eye-opener for him. Seeing that the other party was about to fire the second shot, the second arc of light flew out of the book, and the mechanical bird spread its wings flashing with lightning and flew to the pistol of the young robber. Then, no matter how the other party pulled the trigger, the gun could not fire any bullets.

"May your soul be with God."

Jenkins punched out, first smashing the other party's raised arm, and then accurately hitting the other party's throat. He usually didn't do such rough behavior as smashing the head, not to mention that the other party's face was very similar to his own, so he just broke the neck directly.

"The outside has been cleaned up, there are only two people, I threw the body into the alley next to it."

Miss Magic also came back again, Jenkins nodded, squatted down and prepared to search the body in front of him, maybe he could find information related to the differential engine, so it was not a waste of this opportunity.

Chapter 1908 Chapter 1879 Queen Windsor

"Do you really have no psychological barriers?"

In the antique shop, Miss Magic stood beside Jenkins with her arms folded and asked as she watched him squatting beside the corpse and groping around.

"I always know clearly what is real and what is false."

Jenkins said without raising his head, but he did not turn out anything. This dead Jenkins did not have the habit of taking his diary or confidential documents with him when he went out.

So he clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the old man behind the counter. The old man was hiding there, huddled up, and disguised very well.

"If you want money..."

"We don't want money."

He reached out and took the newspaper from his father and looked at the news on it. While confirming the difference between here and the real world, he asked:

"Mr. Oliver, can I ask you some questions? First of all, how much do you know about Jenkins William? No need to pretend with me. We all know that you are a civil servant of the Church of Sages. We are not bad people. As long as you answer the questions, we will leave immediately. We don't care about you or the secret room under our feet."

"How do you know my name is Oliver..."

"The sign outside the door says, [Selling antiques since 1821, Oliver's reputation guaranteed]..."

Jenkins lowered his head and turned the pages of the newspaper. The news on it was mediocre. It's just that at this point in time, there is no news about the Three Kings' Talks, which means that in the possible world without outsiders, the outbreak of the end of the world is not as early as in the real world, and no one is going to promote the negotiations between the three kingdoms.

"I'm not..."

"You are. Please answer this question, what is Jenkins Williamette like?"

Jenkins sniffed and handed the pages of newspapers he had read to Miss Windsor, asking her to check them again to prevent omissions. Miss Magic looked at the store. She had passed by here but never walked in.

"Jenkins Williamette is the beast of disaster in the prophecy."

Jenkins paused as he flipped through the remaining newspapers, thinking of the parchment he brought back from the open sea last year. That piece of paper has the function of predicting the future, and it calls Jenkins a disaster.

"You probably just came to Nolan. The news about the coming of the end of the world has spread among the benefactors of Nolan. The church learned from a prophecy that the young man you killed is important to the future. When they asked him about it, they accidentally discovered that he was related to the serial murder case and was a member of an illegal organization. These things can be found out by just asking around in Nolan."

“When did the church ask William about this?”