The Master of the Strange Realm

The man in black robe closest to the main seat stood up and spoke softly.

"Um?"

Jenkins showed a confused expression. This was not the lingua franca of the Kingdom of Fidictri, but more like the language of the Kingdom of Chesland.

"Do you understand this?"

The man in black robe asked again.

"Can."

Jenkins nodded. This time the man in black robe used the language he was familiar with.

He looked around at the people in the room, Level 4, Level 7, Level 3, Level 4, Level 5, Level 8...

"O sage!"

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Jenkins' forehead, and then he noticed that he was also wearing a mask.

The benefactor with level 8 and 14 light spots (3 white, 9 yellow, 1 green and 1 gold) is the man hanging upside down. This is one of the most powerful humans I have ever seen in this life!

"Don't be nervous, friend."

The man in black robe comforted him: "We have no ill intentions, please believe this. Let me introduce, this -"

He pointed at the fallen man, "This is Mr. Constantine, he is the host of the party. This respected gentleman is a level 8 gifter. After he is close to the peak, he wants to use us weak gifts. Those who wanted to find further possibilities convened our gathering, which we called the Gemstone Gathering.”

He paused for a moment, and then a hoarse and gentle man's voice came from the main seat:

"Welcome, friends from the Kingdom of Fedicli. I hope this didn't scare you, but since you can touch and activate the medium I sent, it shows our fate. Now please sit down, our party It’s about to begin.”

"Sorry, I never participate in illegal gatherings like this."

Jenkins was still alert. He could feel that he was in a weird physical state now, rather than his soul being pulled here. But this is even more terrifying. Dad said that space transfer is extremely dangerous and difficult.

"I know what you're worried about."

Mr. Constantine, who was hanging upside down, was not angry: "I used an interesting spell ritual and special items to bring party participants who have activated the items here. But don't worry, those who come here are just A projection, I hope you understand what a projection is. Stranger, please close your eyes and feel your spirit."

PS: Let me think about how to make Constantine die reasonably. Guess what I want to do, mind you, is not have Jenkins take over as party host.

Chapter 180 Chapter 176 Gemstones and Translation

Jenkins complied, opened his eyes again, and returned to the carriage.

"May I ask where we are?"

After a while, he stuck his head out and asked the coachman.

"Oh, sir, we have entered the city."

replied the coachman.

"The flow of time is normal, the posture has not changed, the seat is still hot, and my body has not left here."

He thought as he looked at the pot in his hand. He hesitated again and again, recalling what had just happened, and then rubbed the lid again with his fingertips.

"Welcome back, Mr. Stranger. I think you should understand by now that it is not dangerous here. In fact, I can't even hurt you because you are just a projection here. Do you have any questions?"

Jenkins glanced at the people around the round table again, and then bowed to Mr. Constantine who was hanging upside down:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Constantine. The world of the Giver is always full of mysteries and dangers. Staying vigilant is the guarantee of living longer. I am happy to attend a party that is not illegal."

He reread the word illegal and watched the crowd's reaction.

They were all wearing masks, so there was no reaction.

"Okay, I am willing to attend your party, but one thing must be made clear. What should I do if I want to withdraw?"

He has already made a plan in his mind. If this is a mutual-aid gathering like Mr. Hood and Mr. Corpse, then he can continue to participate in the future; if it is a gathering of cult followers, then he will let the driver take him directly to the church, and Not Dad’s Antique Shop.

He sighed in his heart that just rubbing the lid of the pot activated the item. He tried to exit and enter several times without encountering any obstacles, and then he gradually felt relieved.

"Just throw away the items in your hands. It's those items that I relied on to bring everyone here."

answered Mr. Constantine, who was hanging upside down.

Jenkins nodded. This sentence was true. His True Eyes did not find that the physical body had been marked, and there was no possibility for an eighth-level benefactor to tamper with his own special soul. Even though he is level eight.

I casually found an empty seat around the round table, and a special feeling came from the table.

"This is B-10-5-7701, the translators' party table."

It was still the man in black robe closest to the main seat who was explaining. He was also the one with the highest ranking besides Constantine: "The words of the people sitting around the table will be automatically translated. Of course, the language cannot contain Extraordinary power.”

Jenkins nodded, indicating that he understood that this was a very good item.

He can now feel that his current body is just a projection, because there is no perception of temperature, and the sense of touch has been weakened a lot.

"Please choose a code name."

The man in black robe suggested: "Mr. Constantine likes gems very much, so our party is named after gems. My code name is Cat's Eye."

"Zircon."

Jenkins said so.

This is a gem that looks very similar to diamond, but its price is much lower than diamond.

Fake diamond is zircon, fake Jenkins is Jenkins, that's it.

"Very good, welcome, Mr. Zircon."

Mr. Constantine did not raise any objections, but announced to the six party participants who were sitting:

"Then let's start our party. Last time I proposed to collect some information about the saints who came to Nolan City in the Fidicteli Kingdom. I wonder if anyone knows?"

"I have heard some news!"

A rough male voice immediately answered, cleared his throat after getting permission, and then said: "The saints who came came for the demons who appeared in Nolan City, this is certain."

There was only this sentence, but Mr. Constantine was still very satisfied: "Okay, Mr. Corundum, this sentence is worth 100 pounds, I will notify the servant to remit it to the last account."

"Thank you for your generosity."

The man codenamed Corundum/stood up and bowed, then sat down.

Although everyone's words would be translated, Jenkins suspected that he was from the Fidicteli Kingdom like himself. It's not just because he knows what happened there, but also because of the familiar colloquial expressions and pronunciation characteristics in the words.

"Sir, I don't know about the advent of the saint, but I know some legends about the creation stone tablet that you asked about a month ago."

This time it was a woman, or a girl, who spoke. Her voice was too young, of course, it could also be a disguise.

"That's good, please speak, Miss Alexandrite."

This time, the voice of the respondent did not reach the ears of the listeners. Because of the mask, Jenkins couldn't even see Miss Alexandrite's mouth shape. He understood that this was an extremely precious message.

In his heart, he unconsciously thought of the photo he copied every day.

"Very good, I will mail the B-type item to you. After the party, please leave an address, or still the last one."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Miss Alexandrite nodded gently, and joy was revealed in her young voice. Judging from the action, this is not a woman from an ordinary family. Jenkins also knows two noble ladies, and this temperament is very familiar.

Of course, it's not Hathaway and Miss Michael. There won't be such a coincidence in the world, and the number and color of the light spots are not right.

"Mail the items? Can't they be given directly?"

Jenkins thought doubtfully, and then realized that no matter whether it was the organizer or the participants of the party, they were essentially mortals. Thinking of this, he was much less wary of the [Gem Party]. It was too low-end.

It's just a mortal.

"Wait, don't be arrogant!"

He reminded himself in his heart and pinched his thigh hard, but it didn't hurt at all because the pain was reduced.

The Gem Party was different from the other two parties that Jenkins participated in. Mr. Hood's party was more like a friendship party or mutual aid party, Mr. Corpse's party was a trade fair with the participation of arbitrators, and the party here was more of a task release meeting for Mr. Constantine.

He told the participants of the party what he wanted to know, and then he distributed rewards.

Most of these things were related to gods, legends, etc. Most of them were not very secret but definitely not easy to know. Therefore, Jenkins suspected that this gentleman was also pursuing the secret of becoming a god.

The participants of the party came from different corners of the continent, which can be seen from some answers involving locations. One of them attracted Jenkins' attention, which is also what he has been concerned about recently.

Section 181 Chapter 177 The response of the Holy See

"The whereabouts of the liars who believe in the Prince of Lies have been found. Because they committed a major crime in the Kingdom of Hampavo last year and swindled some important things from the royal family, they are now scattered and fled to various places in the three kingdoms. The most important one is active in Elderon in the Kingdom of Cheslan, which is a possible address."

Mr. Topaz, who provided the information, said six or seven addresses in Elderon, and everyone present heard these answers.

"It turns out that the believers of the Prince of Lies in Nolan City are only a small part of the wandering."

Jenkins wrote down this information and thought he could inform the church.

After Mr. Constantine's questions and answers, it was the transaction between the people in the gathering.

Because everyone is not in the same city, or even in the same country, the transaction of goods is greatly restricted. Therefore, most of them are just information exchanges, ritual exchanges and the like. Even if money is involved, the price does not exceed 300 pounds.

Realizing this, Jenkins learned more about the Gem Party - most of the participants were not very wealthy gift givers.

But then he thought about it and realized that Nolan City could be regarded as one of the most economically developed cities in the entire human world. These gift givers from all over the continent obviously could not trade in units of "thousand pounds" like the people at Mr. Corpse.

Even if most gift givers are more likely to accumulate savings than ordinary people, it is still not easy to make a lot of money. For example, Mr. Barnard worked hard all his life, and even if he passed on his dreams after his death, the private property he left to his family was only 500 pounds.

"I have 8,000 pounds in cash."

When Jenkins thought of this, he first felt sad for Mr. Barnard, then was happy that he had a lot of savings, and finally hurriedly reminded himself not to have such thoughts.

During the whole party, Jenkins did not say a word, but quietly observed everyone. Mr. Constantine understood Jenkins's concerns, but just told him that whenever there was a party, the item he held would heat up, and he could participate in the party by activating it.

Of course, it is not mandatory to participate in the gem party. Whether you are unable to participate due to an emergency or do not want to come here, you can ignore the reminder of the item. However, if you do not participate in the party for five consecutive times, the item will be completely destroyed.

"This is also for safety. The investigation of the Orthodox Church or the malice of the cult organization are the enemies of the good gifter."

Mr. Constantine explained.

At that moment, Jenkins resisted reminding him that he was an 8th-level gifter.

After the party, Jenkins closed his eyes to respond to the call of the spirit. As the sound of the wheels turning in his ears gradually became clearer, the carriage almost arrived at the Fifth Queen's Avenue.

After paying 4 shillings and 8 pence for the fare and 3 pence for the tip, Jenkins jumped off the carriage and pushed open the door.

"This is the balance paid by the Viscount. The Viscount told me that there are some old things in his manor that are no longer needed. Please go and have a look when you have time."

Jenkins handed an envelope to the old man, who weighed it in his hand and put it in the drawer without even looking at it.

"I understand. You seem to be worried."

The old man watched Chocolate jump into Jenkins' arms, rubbed him, and then jumped back to the counter and curled up to continue resting.

"Oh, yes."

Jenkins nodded, hesitated again and again, and still told what happened just now.

Although the gatherings of Mr. Hood and Mr. Corpse were also held in secret, at least both of them would carefully examine whether the participants were criminals. Under the premise that the five churches in the Nolan Parish have more than one Level 8 Gifter, Mr. Corpse, who is Level 8, will not pose a greater threat to the local Orthodox Church.

But Mr. Constantine just now was too dangerous, and he didn't seem to care about the true identity of the participants, which was particularly dangerous.

"Mr. Constantine? And he claimed to be level eight?"

Dad frowned, "You always run into such troubles, I should be used to it."

The shop was temporarily closed, and the two went to the church together.

After greeting the guards, Dad went to Captain Binsi, and then asked the Grand Vatican directly about this matter, while Jenkins was asked to perform a ceremony of praying for the gaze of the sage to make sure that there was no mark on his body.

This was the fourth time Jenkins performed this ceremony, the same process and the same experience, except that his forehead was faintly hot when he accepted the gentle and great sight, nothing happened.

This at least proved that Mr. Constantine could not rely on the method just now to track Jenkins' true body.

The bishop was not in the church today. Jenkins sat on the bench in the side hall for a while, listened to a great sermon with ordinary believers, and then was found by Dad.

"The Vatican has responded."

"So soon?"

"Don't you think about your current status?"

The old man asked Jenkins to sit down. They were in an unfamiliar office. There were some documents scattered on the large desk. A small copper box was placed on the corner of the desk, which contained some candies. At the desk was a familiar middle-aged man.