The Master of the Strange Realm

He seemed to have investigated the structure of the castle and the areas open to the public in advance, and knew which places could be entered and which places were worth entering without having to search for them.

During the period, the two also met some colleagues, including but not limited to illegal antique dealers, university professors, shop owners and peripheral personnel of the auction house.

None of them are younger than 40 years old, and in Jenkins' opinion, most are gifters.

"I have a bad feeling."

He thought silently in his heart, but he was unable to persuade his father to leave this place that looked like a place of right and wrong because there was no evidence.

"Dad, are there any legends around here? For example, a haunted house, a dragon falling from the sky, or a brave man's treasure?"

"I have never heard of it. There have been some rumors of hauntings in the city recently, but there has never been one here... Endon Town is so close to the urban area of ​​Nolan City. The church and the police have not known about the inspection for a long time. How many times have I read this? You should read less of those chivalric novels and read more of the historical materials I selected for you."

The father said with hatred, and Jenkins could only give up his attempt.

There are indeed some valuable things in the castle. Several male servants who were hired temporarily or who followed the prodigal son from the royal capital are scattered around the castle to introduce the selling prices of the items to everyone.

But there was obviously a problem with this estimate, because after hearing the price, Dad never hesitated and asked the servants to put stickers with his name on them, which meant that Dad Oliver had reserved this item.

“What happens to these things if they don’t sell?”

Walking in the deep corridor of the castle, Jenkins asked.

"First the antique dealers select them, and then the furniture dealers. After all, these are things used by the nobles, and the nouveau riche who got rich overnight are still willing to buy them back for decoration."

Dad was very familiar with this, because the nouveau riche would also visit his antique store and buy antiques that looked old and had history to put in their homes. Dad guarantees that they are really antiques, but he cannot guarantee that the price has not been raised.

With the mentality of picking up bargains, Jenkins also turned on his [Eye of Truth] and scanned everywhere, but all the things that were publicly sold were mortal objects, which made him a little disappointed.

Walking down from the left tower of the castle, the two of them arrived at the underground warehouse. A castle of this size usually has this structure. I heard that this place used to be a dungeon, but after the kingdom severely cracked down on lynching abuses, it was converted into a cellar.

"a little cold."

As soon as he stepped through the double oak doors, Jenkins shivered.

"There might be something dirty."

The father said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? This is a place that is not used often and people used to die like this. The Yin Qi here is quite thin, so just don't stay for a long time."

"There can't really be a ghost, right?"

Jenkins was afraid that his father would laugh, so he could only think about it in his heart. He put his hand in his pocket, hoping that the pistol his father would give him would contain a special type of bullet.

There are three other men in the warehouse who have arrived a long time ago, namely Professor Burns whom I met just now, Mr. Sanders from Kimberley Auction House, and the fat man Chiwell who is also an antique dealer.

His store was in the Sabine neighborhood where the Willamette family lived, and it was considered a companion of Dad's.

"It's all rubbish."

Hearing the footsteps, Chewell turned around and shrugged at his father, and then complained: "I thought the noble castle would have good things, but I didn't expect that the underground warehouse was full of these damaged tables, chairs and benches."

"Didn't you walk inside? I see that the underground area is very large."

"Yes, it was converted from a dungeon after all. I heard that a hundred years ago, many farmers who did not pay taxes on time were imprisoned here. I just saw a pool of very light blood stains in the corner. God knows what it was."

The speaker was Mr. Sanders, who was wearing a khaki hunting suit and a brown hat, more like the detective in Jenkins' imagination than an auction house employee.

The five men stood together and talked for a while, said hello to the manservant guarding the door of the basement, asked for five oil lamps, and then headed deeper into the basement together.

"It's really big."

Jenkins is the youngest and has no voice here, so he has remained silent. On the way here, Dad introduced the huge underground structure here. The previous owner, Duke Francis Sr., only used the space during the summer, so the basement was completely unnecessary. To save money, he did not install steam pipes, so the underground could only be illuminated by external light sources.

As they walked forward, the five of them looked at the unused furniture left here by the castle owner in various eras. Most of them have lost their former color, but occasionally there are unexpected gains.

"I felt like something tapped me."

Fatty Chewell muttered dissatisfiedly, and several others were stunned because there was no one around him.

Jenkins' eyes couldn't see anything like evil spirits at a distance because the spirits contained so little spirit that his eyes couldn't distinguish such thin colors. Perhaps this situation can be changed after the benefactor's level is raised again.

"Illusion?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Chiwell shook the oil lamp up and down without paying attention.

PS: I have modified one detail in the previous chapter. Miss Bailing did not mention the three colors of the chain ability, so I would like to declare it here.

Chapter 57 Chapter 55 The book has its own golden house

Fat Chiwell didn't see the face of Professor Burns who was closest to him, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jenkins asked him in a low voice that the professor was a gifter. Although he was only at level three, he was still stronger than him.

"It's a bit cold in here, why don't we go up and change clothes first, then come back."

The professor weakly came up with a lame reason, but Jenkins, Father Oliver and Mr. Sanders immediately agreed - except for Fat Chiwell, they were all gifters.

Since the other people were leaving, the wealthy old antique dealer looked hesitantly into the darkness in the distance, nodded and wanted to return, but he frowned after taking a few steps.

"Hey, why do I feel like water is dripping on the top of my head?"

Jenkins' heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but was immediately grabbed by his father and ran towards the exit of the basement.

"run!"

He didn't say why, but Jenkins could also feel that the temperature nearby was dropping rapidly, and something was moving in the darkness swept by his peripheral vision. He activated his ability, and the speed of his feet became faster and faster, so he pulled his father and ran.

The two were the fastest among the five, but something was obviously wrong here, and the light at the exit disappeared.

Stopping breathlessly, Dad took out his pistol and pointed it behind him. The sound of hurried footsteps came from far away, and the three people appeared one after another.

Seeing their father's pistol raised high, they all raised their hands in unison.

"What did you just see?"

Dad asked the professor in a low voice, and he looked behind him in embarrassment.

"A big black hand."

"is it this one?"

Jenkins pointed to the back of the crowd in horror. Even though he knew that this emotion was abnormal, he could not control it. The horror that seemed to be engraved in his soul drowned him like a tide.

"This is a scare technique!"

Dad roared and fired a shot into the depths of darkness. The sound of the gunshot alerted the four people who fell into great fear.

"We can't afford to offend the evil spirits who have stabilized the fear spell, so run away!"

He warned in a low voice, but where could he run to?

The kerosene lamps in the hands of the five people flickered at the same time, and after a few seconds, it completely returned to darkness.

Jenkins felt someone pulling on him on the right side. The hand was very cold, but unfortunately it was Jenkins' right hand. With the Ice Fist activated, this hand was even colder!

Snapped!

There was a soft sound, and Jenkins felt that he had hit something.

He whispered his companion's name, but there was no response.

After being stunned for a moment, no attack appeared again. He took out the candle that had been immersed in it for a long time. The bright yellow flame swayed in the thin air, but it never went out.

"Ha~"

An ugly expression appeared on Jenkins' face, and the darkness was temporarily dispelled. He was now facing the stone wall at the edge of the basement, but what was different from the stone wall next to him was that a circular hole was exposed on the stone wall, and there was a dazzling white light inside.

"A strange place?"

He whispered, feeling startled.

Looking back at the deep darkness behind him, he could feel that there must be something there. Some weird thing was curled up in the darkness and looking at him, but he couldn't see the other person.

"Pray to the goddess for attention?"

Thinking of a solution in his mind, he moved his left hand towards his pocket, but immediately felt the presence in the darkness move, which was a warning.

"Okay, I accept my fate!"

He said, taking back the candle, and then stepped into the white light.

The basement returned to silence and darkness again. A black and white kitten silently walked to the place where Jenkins was standing just now, said "meow~", turned around and plunged into deeper darkness.

As if passing through a thin film of water, an indescribably dazzling white light flashed in front of my eyes. The moment and eternity had no meaning at this time, and bizarre fantasies kept flashing before my eyes.

After everything settled, Jenkins squatted on the ground panting.

He raised his eyes and looked forward, and was almost blinded by the overwhelming golden light.

"Yes, it's all gold."

Dad's voice sounded next to him, and his face looked a little ugly. Professor Burns and Mr. Sanders, like Jenkins, had not yet adapted to the change in space.

This is a palace made entirely of gold. The floor is gold, the palace pillars are gold, and even the throne on the farthest platform, wrapped with a golden python decoration, is also gold.

Two finger-high gold powder was scattered under the feet, and the palace was surrounded by shiny golden utensils. This was simply a palace of gold!

"You all know where this place is, right?"

Dad asked the other two people. They looked at each other with a wry smile and nodded, "I didn't expect that Dad Oliver was also the Giver... We knew this was a strange situation."

"Where's Mr. Chiwell?"

Jenkins asked in a low voice. His father did not look back and his voice was a little cold. "We just walked here together. Since he didn't show up, he is dead."

This is the fate of entering a strange place without talent. What Barnard said at the beginning of Jenkins' time traveling was not a joke.

But now that all five people have been forced here, what on earth is that terrifying evil spirit going to do?

Before he could ask any questions, a calm man's voice came into his ears.

"Welcome, distinguished guest. Please forgive me for not going out to welcome you in person."

His grammar and accent were very strange. The four of them looked at the source of the voice and saw an emaciated old man sitting on the pure gold throne.

"Fighting is what those reckless men like, but what we like more is knowledge. Knowledge is gold, you all agree on this!"

He did not stand up, but the four of them stepped on the gold powder on the ground uncontrollably and walked stiffly under the high platform of the throne.

"Rule: Each person asks me three questions. If I give the answer and you gain knowledge, then it will be turned into gold and stay with me. If I can't answer, you can leave."

After getting closer, Jenkins realized that the tall, thin old man had no expression when he spoke, and his tone did not change at all. He didn't look like a real person, but even so, no one dared to look into his eyes.

"Goddess is on top!"

Jenkins prayed in his heart. His sight just passed over those golden eyes without whites, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating. Praying subconsciously is just a habit, but I feel a lot more peaceful inside.

"Who comes first?"

The rule-makers that exist in the mysterious realm cannot resist, just like the men in black robes last time. Dad said that they are like gods in this fragmented space.

Jenkins didn't know whether the statement here was an exaggeration, but his father's expression was very serious at that time.

He looked at his father, and the two stood together in tacit understanding.

PS: Let me emphasize that the monsters in this article can be understood as powerful SCPs that are completely unreasonable. In game parlance, the priority is very high.

Chapter 58 Chapter 56 Questions and Answers

The first person to try it must bear some risks, and Professor Burns and Mr. Saunders know this. But instead of forming an alliance to fight against "Oliver and his apprentices," they looked at each other warily.

Mr. Sanders grinned, and suddenly raised his right hand. A bunch of extremely thin transparent silk threads shot out from his wrist and stuck to the professor's chest.

The professor froze immediately.

"You come first, or I'll kill you."

He said, then turned to his father with a smile and squinted his eyes: "I am the second one, is this okay?"

He seems to be very clear that he will definitely not be able to defeat his father at his own level. In a place like this, where any ability can only be used once, he can live better only by seeing the situation clearly.

Dad said nothing, which was his default behavior.

"You may not know what these lines are."

Mr. Sanders warned the professor, "But you should feel the discomfort in your heart. Don't play tricks!"

The professor pursed his lips and pushed his eyes slightly. He did not look to his father or Jenkins for help, but nodded slightly: