The Master of the Strange Realm

"Jenkins, there are actually very, very few people in this world who can obtain the world's gifts and become gifters. And there are many lovers who yearn for mystery and pursue mystery. Not everyone can become a gifter. I think you should consider Too many.”

Jenkins nodded slightly, and Miss Miller's conclusion coincided with Beryl's.

The two girls also introduced some friends to Jenkins. His status as a writer was very useful, at least more useful than his status as an honorary baron. The young people gathered together to talk and laugh, and Jenkins saw the girl who had always looked calm when she was telling the story.

"She's a beautiful lady, isn't she?"

Miss Michael touched Jenkins with her arm and asked softly. Hathaway kept a gentle and weak expression on the side, but her eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"yes."

He tells the truth.

"This is not an easy target. She is a distant relative of the Queen, Jessica Windsor. She came to Nolan with the Duke this time. Of course, it is just a little difficult. If you want to get in touch with her, I How about starting with a conversation about music or literature?"

Miss Mihail smiled and narrowed her eyes, feeling eager to try.

"No no no."

Jenkins quickly waved his hand and said, "A lady of this status is not something I can wish for."

Miss Michael chuckled and said no more, while Hathaway curled her lips.

Jenkins was chatting absently with the two girls, unaware that he was sitting between them. At the newly built staircase in the hall, Duke Gerold and Marquis Michael walked down the golden railing together.

The old Duke looked at Jenkins, and then at the two girls beside him.

"Really young."

A strange look appeared on his face. Marquis Michael's eyelids were lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.

Jenkins accidentally remembered the letters sent by fans, so he selected a few long and impressive poems and wrote them out. The girls giggled but refused to explain to Jenkins what it meant.

He looked helplessly at the two people whose faces were flushed because of their laughter, and he was sure in his heart that those poems did contain metaphors that he could not understand.

"There have been too many social activities recently, and I have fallen behind in my grammar studies."

True scholars and researchers must endure loneliness. Their success lies in their ability to use the time that others spend in socializing to read and study. Jenkins knows this well.

While Miss Michael was called by a friend to talk, Hathaway and Jenkins, who had another chance to get along, talked about a recent new topic, as a benefactor.

"I heard that there were midnight murders in the city of Parcival in the northeast of the kingdom."

Jenkins knew the news, having read it in the newspaper.

"Is it related to us?"

"I have a friend in Parcival. She sent a letter saying that the bodies of the innocent people who were killed were missing part of their brain tissue. This was probably a large-scale evil ritual. I didn't expect that there would be such a thing in this era. Kind of thing.”

"The police gentlemen will probably be busy for a long time. When it comes to benefactors, it is difficult for ordinary people to exert their power. Do you think this is a separate crime or a crime committed by a certain group of people?"

he asked again, raising his head and looking around. A young lady happened to meet his eyes. Jenkins smiled politely, but the latter blushed and looked away in panic.

Hathaway looked at Jenkins' behavior and frowned slightly. But he shook his head again, trying to get rid of some inexplicable feeling.

"Are you talking about illegal associations or cults? There are indeed many false gods with murder priests, and there are also many illegal organizations composed of gifters of different faiths. It is difficult to judge. Murder Club? Alchemy of the Pure One Will it? The Magic Eye Collection Association? The Light Chaser Club? God, there are so many possibilities. These are just the more evil conspirators in the kingdom. I don’t even know the specific name.”

She rattled off half a dozen illegal organizations, but the odds were far from that. But luckily, at least this didn't happen with Nolan.

Hathaway doesn't know much about the followers of "Prince of Lies" who have caused a lot of commotion recently. This group of scammers doesn't even have a special organization name, because it is easier to hide.

She also didn't know about the wishing tree that appeared in the city one night this week, but she knew very well about the [Gear Germ].

The gear bug was discovered on the second day of Mr. Hood's party, and Jenkins informed him of the incident on the day the red-haired lady sent him an invitation.

Before he could utter the warning again, Hathaway eagerly spoke out about this dangerous germ. She didn't know the characteristics of the strange things in detail as much as Jenkins knew in the church, and she didn't know that the church had developed items that could identify people infected with the germ.

Chapter 197 Chapter 193 Before the War

Watching the red-haired girl carefully tell him the things to note, Jenkins smiled slightly. He now has reliable friends.

"Why are you smiling at me? You won't fall in love with me, will you? I have to warn you, my love for Britney will never change. Interfering in other people's feelings is not what a qualified gentleman should do. "

She blushed, pinched the hem of her skirt and asked suspiciously.

"You misunderstood... I also know something about A-08-1-9990, let me tell you."

When Miss Michael came over with her friends, Hathaway was talking to Jenkins about music. Or rather, Jenkins was listening to her introduce the main music genres now. This girl is a believer of the false god [Wonderful Music] and has a good knowledge of music theory.

But Jenkins didn't understand these. The only instrument he knew was the harmonica, and he could only play one song intermittently. Therefore, he just kept nodding and agreeing there, even if he felt bored, he listened patiently.

"We are friends!"

This is what he thought.

The corners of the red-haired girl's mouth showed a smile.

The second half of the party was a little boring. As an ordinary guest invited, he had nothing to do. Most of the time, he just sat in the middle of a group of girls and listened to them talking about cosmetics, shops and other topics. Only when someone talked about literature, theology or mathematics would he say a few words.

The beautifully dressed ladies were very interested in Jenkins. These girls were the guests that Miss Michael invited at first. Jenkins felt that it was very impolite to sit among a group of ladies, and a gentleman next to him had already cast a strange look.

But every time he made an excuse to leave, Miss Michael and Hathaway would find a way to start a new topic, leaving Jenkins no chance to speak. He could only sit among the girls, smelling the strong smell of powder, and missing the cat alone at home.

It was not easy to wait until the end of the party, and many girls wanted to invite Jenkins to continue talking about topics such as literature. But he had something important to do today, so he scratched his head and embarrassedly declined.

Hathaway raised her eyebrows and felt that the strange mood in her heart was even stronger. She attributed this to her anger at Jenkins' slowness, but after all, Hathaway was not Jenkins, and she soon realized another terrible possibility.

She shook her head violently, touched her slightly red face, and threw away the bad idea. First, he glanced at his lover for some reason, then tugged at Jenkins' sleeve, and Jenkins nodded knowingly.

He returned to the banquet hall again on the pretext of forgetting to take something, and nodded politely when he met the Duke and Miss Windsor at the door.

"Is it him?"

The lady with a serious expression looked at Jenkins's back and asked in a low voice.

"Yes."

The Duke nodded, his expression unpredictable.

"He does look very young..."

Walking out of the banquet hall, Hathaway was waiting for him in the woods next to the hospital.

"Have you heard that there is news in the black market that someone will auction a gift at midnight next Friday!"

"Gift?"

Jenkins asked hesitantly: "It's fake, how could it be? I heard that there are few people in the black market now, where did the news come from?"

He followed his father's advice and did not go to the black market this week. He only went to the bar once to gain trust.

"I don't know the exact source, but this is true. Many people have already gone to see it. You can find out the location by asking any middleman in the black market. Do you want to go together?"

She asked softly.

"Gift? I still can't believe it... How about this, I'll give you the news before Wednesday, I need to investigate first. Didn't Miss Michael ask Dad to help her look after something on Wednesday? I'll tell you then."

"Are you so cautious now?"

The girl laughed, "That's great. After this is over, I'll introduce you to a gathering of gifters. It's not the kind of gathering for trading items, it's a more convenient gathering."

After she finished speaking, she handed Jenkins a small bag. Jenkins took it without knowing why, opened it, and found several spells inside, such as the familiar Explosion Spell, Silence Spell, and Hathaway's exclusive "Elegant Lady Makeup Spell".

"What do you mean?"

"Nolan City is in chaos recently, take these for self-defense. Don't refuse, your friend saved Britney's life last time, and I haven't thanked him yet..."

Looking at the lady in a skirt and smiling under the tree, Jenkins suddenly felt a little guilty.

When he found the carriage, the coachman was already a little impatient, Jenkins apologized repeatedly and promised to give more tips.

He didn't let the coachman take him home directly, but got off the Joel Bridge across the Westminster River, ready to breathe the fresh air at night.

When he walked to the Central Civic Square with a cane, a flapping sound came from the sky.

Jenkins looked up and saw a strange-looking black crow flapping its wings across the sky under the rolling clouds. It stretched its wings, soared around the clock tower in front of the square, and then flapped its wings and slowly landed. With the sound of puffing, a feather floated down with the wind.

Jenkins stopped in front of the square and reached out to catch the flying black crow feather. Looking forward, a man in a black windbreaker and a top hat stood under the bell tower. He stretched out his right arm and let the crow with a pair of blood-red eyes land on his shoulder.

"Mr. William, why are you not dead?"

His voice was hoarse and strange, and his eyes were like the crow, shining scarlet.

"The color of the light spot has changed, and there is a blue one. It's really interesting."

While thinking about it, Jenkins asked calmly: "Mr. Dimen Beryl? I didn't expect you also like to hang out at night."

"It's impossible. That thing didn't respond. You shouldn't be the giver. But, why is this?"

The man whose voice became hoarse took out a pendant from his chest. This is a miniature pendant in the shape of a ferocious ram-horned devil. As the pendant is exposed to the air, an increasingly strong smell of sulfur appears around the square at night.

The light spot of [Twin Demons] trembled again, and Jenkins suddenly had the urge to break Beryl's neck.

"Look, there's no reaction, right?"

The horned demon's pendant was pointed at Jenkins, but nothing happened.

Chapter 198 Chapter 194 Calling, Prayer and Desire

Beryl asked himself questions and moved the pendant to another direction. The pendant immediately burned in his hand.

"Look, this means that a gifted person has appeared."

The red and blue moons cast moonlight onto this peaceful land. In the shadows of the buildings around the square, accompanying his words, [Knowledge and Books] the scribes of the Church, [Death and the End] the gravekeepers of the Church, [Stars and Equilibrium] the astrologers of the Church, [Ocean and Exploration] ] The leader of the church, as well as the pastors of [All Souls] who had just been asked by Jenkins to deliver the message, came out together.

The square that originally contained only Jenkins and Beryl was instantly surrounded by combat troops from the Righteous God Church in Nolan City.

Among them, the five Orthodox churches in Nolan City each sent two 7-person combat teams, and in the shadows of the buildings around the square, more logistics and reserve teams were waiting to take action.

The man walking at the front raised his right hand, and a rusty pointer hung on a thread hanging from his index finger.

"Thank you, Mr. Williams."

As he spoke, he surrounded the square with his companions in neat black coats, while Jenkins retreated step by step into the crowd.

With his caution, he had already noticed that Beryl was abnormal. Coupled with the unnatural reaction of [Twin Demons], he immediately thought of the demon summoner.

It's impossible to be a hero alone, and Jenkins is not that kind of person. Of course, if he had divinity in his hands now, he might think about it for a few seconds.

After asking for help from those who believed in the "Spirit of All Things", he deliberately got out of the car early and finally led Beryl out. The hanging arrow was an ectoplasm item used for divination in conjunction with the ability to find objects. The shepherd gave Jenkins a handkerchief. With this, they could know where Jenkins was at any time.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Someone tapped Jenkins on the shoulder. It was an acquaintance of Jenkins from the church. Just as he was about to say a word or two, he saw Captain Binsi waving towards him.

"Why are there so many people here?"

He asked in a low voice. Beryl, who was surrounded, seemed not to notice his surroundings. He placed the pendant of the horned devil in front of his eyes and kept muttering something.

"The church was worried that something might happen to you, so it simply informed others that the devil summoner had been found. You see, what we said was right..."

Without anyone giving an order, the gunshots rang out in unison. The bullet hit Beryl but had no effect.

At the same time, the dark clouds on the horizon completely covered the two moons, and a faint black flame appeared at Beryl's feet.

boom!

A black lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the shaking of the earth. Viewed from the sky, some streets in Nolan City flashed red at the moment of the earthquake, forming a huge but incomplete circular formation.

"Haha, after spending so much time, I fell short, damn mortal..."

Some kind of strange smell diffused in the air, rushing towards the Central Civic Square from all corners of the city. Beryl roared as if he was enduring pain, and the clothes behind him burned. The strange black tattoo exposed in the air was glowing, and a roll of ancient parchment was lifted into the sky with both hands.

Black lightning pierced the space, and strange whispers appeared in everyone's ears. Only Jenkins could hear it, only Jenkins could see it, as if amid the huge sound of glass breaking, a big hand burning with black flames stretched out from the void.

"Praise the wise..."

"Death accompanies..."

"All things are with me..."

"The starry sky..."

"The meaning of the storm..."

"The light of silence..."

Six different prayer sounds sounded at the same time, faintly vibrating the space and energy. At the same time that the giant hand appeared, all the benefactors of the Righteous God Church surrounding the square looked at the sky at the same time. They all felt the gaze of the great Righteous God, and then began to pray.

Jenkins watched in disbelief as he prayed and drew the Holy Emblem on his chest. Golden light emerged from each benefactor, weaving into a large net and rising into the sky.