The Master of the Strange Realm

There was some laughter in that voice.

"Well, thank you again."

Jenkins said helplessly, and as expected he still only spoke half of his words.

Chapter 2006 Chapter 1976 Dolores’ Reaction

On the hill not far from the Nolan Public Cemetery, everyone in the camp was still nervously waiting for the return of the followers of lies. In the tent closest to the central bonfire, Dolores and Alexia sat together at the table. Her Royal Highness the Princess leaned on her teacher's shoulder in distress:

"Did I do something wrong by letting Jenkins take such a risk?"

"That was his decision, not yours. You just helped him achieve his wish. What's wrong with that?"

Alexia comforted her students:

"And you don't believe him so much? Don't you know what kind of power he has?"

"But Jenkins is only a Son, not a demigod. Even with all his savior abilities, he's not a demigod. Look, he can't even fly alone right now. I'm worried about my father, but if the most important thing in my life is Both men are because..."

Dolores's voice became weaker, and Alexia ruffled her student's hair sympathetically:

"Stop, Dolores. There are some things I might be able to tell you. After all, Hathaway already knows, and you can probably know too."

"whats the matter?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess immediately sat up straight and looked at her teacher.

The short lady looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping:

"Before I say anything, you have to be mentally prepared and promise..."

"I won't tell anyone else."

"I'm not worried about you telling other people. After all, others won't believe it and will most likely think you are crazy. I want you to promise that no matter what you hear, you don't need to scream loudly, and you are not allowed to take the trouble to Ask me more."

"Of course, I promise God!"

Dolores said, raising a hand.

The short lady nodded, brushed the hair away from Dolores' ears, then turned her face sideways and whispered something in her ear.

After a short time, the two separated, and Alexia actually saw the surprise, dullness, and imperceptible panic on her student's face:

"Your expression is exactly what I thought."

As he said that, he boredly picked up the teapot and poured some tea for himself:

"I thought you would have a funnier reaction, like screaming or giggling."

"Are you telling the truth?"

The princess, who took a long time to react, grabbed Alexia's arm and asked. This almost made Alexia pour the tea on the book in front of her, and she asked angrily:

"Was it fun lying to you?"

Putting down the tea cup, he put his hands on Dolores's shoulders so that the two parties could directly look at each other at close range:

"Now answer me honestly - Dolores, did you always think that Jenkins was a normal person?"

"Of course he is not normal...but who would have imagined such a thing? You didn't lie to me, right?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess asked again coyly.

"Of course I didn't lie to you. You can ask him for confirmation later."

Dolores stared into her teacher's eyes and finally found no joking element in them:

"Didn't you lie to me?"

"This is the third time, Dolores, of course I didn't lie to you."

"Oh, God~"

She finally sighed, slowly bent down and put her head on the table, looking at the teacup in front of her and the shadow of the documents under the chandelier:

"Should I be happy about this kind of thing? Yes, I should be happy!"

As he spoke, the expression on his face immediately became happy, and he sat up straight again and looked at the teacher:

"So we are all wives of...? Teacher, you have slept with him, how did it feel?"

Alexia looked at her student with scrutinizing eyes. The latter's eyes unconsciously moved to the teacher's beautiful long brown hair, thinking that the hair quality was so good.

Only then did he realize that he was "getting carried away" and muttered that he was already an adult, but he still blushed and lowered his head obediently:

"I want to try it too."

"What's the use of telling me this? I don't object. It's Jenkins' weird values ​​that object. So, if you have the guts, you can just tell her what you think."

"But a lady wouldn't do such a thing."

Dolores accepted Jenkins as a god much faster than Hathaway. This is probably because, in Dolores's mind, Jenkins is extraordinary, like a character who walks out of the story; while in Hathaway's mind, Jenkins is just an immature boy.

"So what is chocolate?"

But both of them grasped the same key issue:

"If Jenkins is... then what is the cat he keeps?"

Dolores asked again.

"I can't tell you this. Your level is too low. It's better not to know some things... and more."

Alexia's expression suddenly became serious. Even when she revealed such important information just now, she did not show such an expression.

"what else?"

"Never mention that his cat is abnormal in front of Jenkins without my permission. Never."

An extremely cold wind blew in through the cracks in the tent, and the chandelier only maintained steady light for a few seconds before going out as it shook. Alexia stood up and stood in front of Dolores. After making sure that nothing suddenly rushed in, she said:

"He is back."

The two of them walked out of the tent quickly, and saw that the cold wind blowing from the direction of the fog had already covered the grass in the woods with a layer of white frost. Snowflakes roared from that direction, hitting the face like being stabbed by thin sharp thorns.

The hazy cold fog and white light made it difficult for people to see what was coming from the direction of the cold wind and snowflakes. But soon I saw something dark flying over and landing on the still warm embers of the campfire. The fall and impact caused the gray-red warm ash to mix with the cold snowflakes in the wind. .

In the cold mist and white light, a man with a cat on his shoulder walked over, holding a sword in his right hand. Behind him, a group of people shivering from the cold followed cautiously. Although they looked very cold, at least they were still alive.

"This is the Blizzard Ghast."

Mr. Candle said, and then dropped the four items of gold, silver, copper and iron in his arms on the ground. The faceless person lying on the embers of the bonfire suddenly jumped up, but when he was about to approach the four strange objects, Jenkins threw his sword and nailed the opponent directly into the ashes of the bonfire again.

He turned to look at Mr. Gilbert:

"I have brought all the people back. By destroying these four items, I can completely eliminate this thing. Now tell me, Mr. Oliver, have you promised to hand over the key?"

Chapter 2007 Chapter 1977 Four Seasons

The team sent by the church and the kingdom to welcome Sarhi II and his entourage avoided the lie believers standing in front of the bonfire and circled around to welcome the returning team. The prepared blankets and hot water also came in handy.

As for the things that Jenkins nailed into the embers of the bonfire with his sword, the church also has corresponding sealing methods. Although it is a strange thing, in essence it is also a soul. The ritual that works on the soul also works on it, but the effect is weakened.

"Daddy Oliver means... please come this way."

After Jenkins withdrew the sword, Mr. Gilbert walked with him to the tent closest to the bonfire. At this time, due to the return of a group of people, the camp was in chaos. Mr. Candle was originally prohibited from getting close to Dolores, but under such circumstances, the two unexpectedly passed by each other.

Dolores resisted the urge to hug him and walked quickly towards her father. Alexia stood there and looked around, then decided to follow Jenkins to see what was going to happen next.

The scribe at the door opened the curtain at the tent door for several people, and Jenkins, Alexia and Mr. Gilbert walked in one after another.

In the center of the tent is a long table, surrounded by eight wooden seats, and a simple cabinet is placed around the edge of the tent. A kerosene lamp hung in the center of the tent, suspended from the top by an iron chain, provided light. In addition, there is a silver candlestick on the table. The candlestick can hold three candles, but only one is lit now.

The three demigods of the Sage Church, the Son of God, Miss Stryce, and Dad, are already waiting there.

"Daddy Oliver wants to talk to you in person."

Mr. Gilbert said.

Alexia is not from the Sage Church, but because of Jenkins, everyone trusts her. In this way, each of the eight people in the tent was assigned a chair.

After sitting down, the father, who had his hands on the chair and placed it on the table, looked at the stranger opposite him, sighed deeply, and then asked an important question:

"I can give you the key, but you need to explain why you ask for the key."

"That key is powerful, so we want it. But the curse attached to it is equally formidable, so you still have the key, and when the time is right, we will ask for it.

This is the entire content of the deal. If the Sage Church can agree, then Williamt can be found now and the Dragon Soul can be given to it. "

"Where is the dragon soul with you?"

Dad asked.

"You can guess as you like, but the key now is the key. It's already getting late, and it will be dawn if you delay any longer. Please give me the answer. I'm still in a hurry to get home for breakfast."

Miss Strace looked at her father, who hesitated for a moment, but still nodded:

"The Holy See has asked me to handle this matter myself and they will not interfere. I think... yes, I can agree."

"Just saying this doesn't guarantee that we will do it in the future. After all, we can't get the physical key now. Well, there is no need for Mr. Oliver to make a contract with us. I just want to see the key with my own eyes. key."

"The key is cursed. Anyone other than the holder will be harmed by it if they look at it."

"It's okay, I don't care."

Then he turned to Alexia and said:

"Ms. here, please go and bring William here. Yes, it's right here. I don't think anyone wants this to happen."

As he said this, he winked at Alexia, who nodded knowingly, then stood up and walked out.

Dad had no choice but to agree:

"Then everyone except this gentleman, please go out and arrange a ceremony outside this tent to prevent the terrible power from leaking out. In addition, no one except us can know what happened here, not even the believers of other righteous gods."

"You took the key with you?"

Jenkins asked with interest. The Eye of Truth looked at Daddy, but did not see any black spiritual light.

"You will know in a while."

After confirming that the outside had been arranged, Daddy motioned Mr. Candle to take a closer look, and then asked a question:

"You don't think that only Class C gifts can be carried with you, do you?"

Seeing the other party's expression of sudden enlightenment, Daddy clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. The unusual power made Jenkins and Chocolate couldn't help but stretch their heads to look at the hand in exploration. Black light, visible to the naked eye, shot out from Daddy's fingers, and the [Silver Key] and [Door Key] in Jenkins' body became agitated at the same time.

Generally speaking, the principle of similar engulfment will only show clues when two objects are extremely close. But this time, the two gifts were still in Jenkins's spirit, and the old man's evolution key had not been completely taken out, but the key had already begun to desire to devour the other.

An indescribable huge and chaotic power came out from the old man's two closed palms, and it was as frightening as a normal weirdo, but the feeling of being out of tune with the world was even stronger. The key that had not yet been revealed to Jenkins gave him the feeling that the priesthood was appearing in front of him, so grand and vast, so...

"Hmm? Priesthood?"

Speaking of which, the skeleton sword had also had such a feeling at the beginning, but it disappeared after being defeated. Jenkins had seen very few priesthoods, so he was not sure whether this was his illusion, but in short, the key held tightly in the old man's palms was indeed extraordinary.

This was probably stronger than the skeleton sword, and it could be regarded as the strongest weirdo Jenkins had ever seen.

Black light scatters outward from the fingers, and Vanilla stands on Jenkins' shoulder as if facing a great enemy, making a "meow~" sound that was not intimidating at all.

Faintly, Jenkins actually saw the shadow of his father projected on the tent, which turned into a monster with bared fangs and claws. But the illusion disappeared after just a blink of an eye.

Even if Jenkins did not see it directly, the power revealed alone made Jenkins, who already had such strength, hallucinate. This was no joke.

"I want to ask again, are you sure you want to see the key with your own eyes? I can't guarantee what will happen, you must think about it."

Dad warned again.

"It doesn't matter, I've thought about it."

Jenkins said cautiously.

"Do you want to leave your real information, so that we can find you if something happens to you..."

"No need, open your palm."

"Okay, but only for one second, otherwise I can't guarantee whether the ritual outside the tent will still work. Don't blink, only one second..."

Jenkins stood up, holding the table with both hands and leaning forward with his cat. Dad also stretched out his arms, so that his tightly clasped palms were in the best range of the kerosene lamp above his head.

"Don't blink."