The Master of the Strange Realm

The two chatted for a while about the incredible things that happened in the city during the week when Dad left Nolan, and then they parted at the intersection of Queen's Avenue 5.

Dad left for the church, and Jenkins went to the club to meet his friends.

When he pushed open the door of the room, only Hathaway was sitting inside, and she was rarely seen holding a newspaper and reading. Jenkins rarely saw Hathaway reading newspapers. It was not because she didn't care about current affairs, but Jenkins rarely met her in the morning.

"Is Miss Michael not here yet?"

Because she had to greet Dad, Jenkins actually arrived here later than usual. According to the usual time, Miss Michael should have asked the servants to make the second pot of tea.

"Britney just sent a message that her mother had caught a cold and she would probably come in the afternoon. There is indeed a strong flu in Nolan recently. Although people like us rarely get sick, we should be careful."

There were only two people in the room, so she spoke more casually. In fact, it is very inappropriate for single men and women to be in the same room, but Jenkins, Miss Michael and Hathaway don't seem to care about this.

"Have you heard about what happened last night?"

She really mentioned it.

"Yes, the meteorite crashed into an entire block. I wonder if the church can find some meteorite iron and star fragments. That is the casting..."

Seeing the girl's eyes were unfriendly, Jenkins immediately stopped his stupid performance.

"I happened to sleep very late last night, and I happened to see the God of Lies and the monster in front of the blood moon from the window. To be honest, that scene was really shocking. Although the abilities of the gifters will become more powerful as the user's level increases, I think mortals can't do it like the God of Lies, and freeze the waterfall falling from the sky with one punch."

"No, demigods can do it. But I think mortal demigods can't freeze the blood river. It's not an ordinary liquid at all."

Hathaway seemed to know what happened last night. In the subsequent conversation, she was even able to describe what the gods who appeared last night did.

She had nothing to do with the vampires, but if there was a connection, then it could only be George Liverpool.

Although no one except Jenkins had seen the young man's face before he turned into a monster, the church easily found the fatal apartment on Hammerhead Street from the destroyed block, and inferred what happened there through some methods, thus discovering George Liverpool's role in the incident.

But the investigation report has not been written yet, Jenkins didn't know that the church had investigated so deeply, and Hathaway was able to say that Liverpool was involved in what happened last night.

This is really incredible, and Jenkins didn't find Hathaway nearby when he flew to the sky last night. He immediately suspected that the [Wonderful Music] had given Hathaway new abilities or blessings after his arrival, and this inference was soon confirmed.

"In the past, you told me about things related to the new god, but this time I understand it more clearly."

She chuckled and raised her hand to touch her right ear. There was the diamond earring that Jenkins asked her to keep for the time being. In fact, Jenkins gave it to her, because he couldn't use it himself.

"Some time ago, a friend helped me strengthen the function of this earring. Now I can easily "notice" the movement farther away... Well, you told me about the history of this item. In fact, it is related to the god I believe in, so it can be easily strengthened."

At this point, he lowered his head and used his slender fingers like white jade to devoutly draw the holy emblem of the god of music on his chest.

PS: The origin of the earring is in Chapter 504.

Chapter 665 Chapter 653 Travel Preparation

"Is this earring related to that god?"

The ornament on Hathaway's ear was obtained from a liberated pure soul. Before it disappeared, it even left precious tears that could increase the spirit of the gifter. And that soul was an avid opera lover. After death, he would haunt Mr. Nellie who occasionally passed by the cemetery, just because he was the controller of a certain opera troupe. If we infer from this aspect, then the soul's beliefs before death may indeed be exactly the same as Hathaway's.

And according to the performance of the soul rising to the sky when it disappeared, her final destination is very likely related to God.

"Coincidence?"

He tilted his head to stroke the cat on his knees, thinking while listening to Hathaway's story about last night.

The connection with the [Wonderful Music], or the [God of Music], first began with the drop of divinity in Shire City. Except for the old God of Lies who was whitewashed halfway, that god should be the first of the six gods who descended on Nolan to participate in the evil god son incident.

Jenkins still doesn't know why He appeared in New Truman City in the fall, and the body that appeared in the cemetery in Shire now seems extremely suspicious-on the last night of last year, except for the God of Flowers and Celebrations who had a special possession, the other mortal bodies all turned into light spots with the gods and left, leaving no bodies at all.

Therefore, the body with divinity that appeared in the cemetery in Shire City is very problematic.

Thinking of the mysterious smile of the God of Music when the two gods met, Jenkins always felt a creepy feeling.

"Is He not planning some earth-shattering conspiracy like the God of Shadows and Stealth?"

Jenkins thought with a worried look on his face, planning to go to Shire again after the winter trip. He wanted to check the body in the cemetery again, hoping to find some details that he didn't notice last time.

Hathaway mistook Jenkins's sadness for worry about the city, so she whispered a few words of comfort. But Jenkins was not thinking about this at all, and could only answer vaguely.

After lunch in the club, when the two were exchanging opinions on the music of the opera, Miss Michael finally arrived.

There was an important business of the Michael family near the destroyed block, so Marquis Michael had been very irritable today. Even though Miss Michael's mother caught a cold, he just perfunctorily greeted her and went out.

This made Miss Michael extremely dissatisfied, but this dissatisfaction could not be expressed at home, so she could only complain to her friends in the club.

"I don't think my mother's illness is serious, and it won't affect our winter trip. I hope I can relax through the trip. I've encountered too many unpleasant things recently."

This sentence also touched Jenkins' heart. He has encountered a lot of unpleasant things recently. It just so happens that most of the threats facing Nolan City have been eliminated. Leaving the city and taking a week-long trip is the best way to relax.

Because they have to leave early on Wednesday morning, packing has started last week. Even though the two ladies thought that they only needed to bring some clothes to change, Jenkins still made serious preparations.

Hathaway and Miss Michael have been there every winter in recent years. They were very excited to describe the general appearance of the villa in the mountains to Jenkins in the afternoon of this day.

It sounds very comfortable there, the villa has complete supporting facilities, and the surrounding snow-capped mountains are also pleasant. It's just that there is only one entrance and exit, which makes Jenkins very worried.

"If the bridge across the mountain stream you mentioned is damaged, wouldn't we be trapped in the mountain?"

He even expressed this worry, but the girls only laughed in return.

Adhering to the principle of "I have nothing to do with blood-sucking species", Jenkins did not even go to the church to inquire about the things related to last night. And Miss Befanna also suspended his fighting course because she had to treat the divine damage left by the Son of God. Therefore, he had to prepare for the upcoming trip seriously, and let the church worry about the city.

Chocolate should have seen from Jenkins's action of packing clothes that they were about to leave home for a long time, so he showed some anxiety.

Jenkins forgot where he had heard that cats seemed to be reluctant to leave a familiar place just like dogs, so he understood Chocolate's behavior.

When going on a long trip, you naturally have to bring all your belongings, and considering that you will not be at home for a week, you naturally have to bring those life-threatening things with you. Needless to say, the remaining drop of divinity, the remaining easy-to-carry items should be brought with you just in case.

Jenkins fell into an inexplicable state of excitement early on Tuesday morning, and even he didn't know where this excitement came from. He guessed that it might be because of the upcoming trip, and being away from Nolan City gave him an extremely relaxed feeling.

The morning newspaper mentioned a little about the Air Protection Act, but a larger space was used to report the amazing meteorite shower. Jenkins was very interested in the fabricated news. Perhaps the power of lies of the God of Lies really worked. At least from the black and white photo taken at the scene, those traces really looked like they were hit by heavy objects falling from the sky.

Although the recognizable ability of [Mechanical Light] was used that night, no one dared to look up and look at the two creatures in the sky. In addition, the scattered parts were burned by Jenkins with flames, so he didn't have to worry about someone seeing anything.

In fact, the most likely person to see it was the only magic lady who had seen that ability, but she was not at the scene at that time.

The sky was gloomy in the morning, and the snow before the New Year had not melted clean, so the coachman didn't dare to drive the carriage too fast. When we arrived at Dad's antique shop in a swaying carriage, the shop was empty, and even the fireplace was not lit. It seemed that Dad was not there.

Jenkins held his cat in one hand, unlocked the door with the key, and pushed in. He saw the picture frame covered with gray canvas on the counter at a glance.

There was also a note from Dad on the table, which roughly meant that he had to work in the church today, and asked Jenkins to give the painting to the woman, and then he could leave. Before Jenkins left for the train station tomorrow morning, he would go to St. George Street to see Jenkins off and explain some things.

PS: This volume will end soon, and the next volume will be an interlude: a trip to Snow Mountain Villa. I will defend my graduation thesis next week, and I'm very busy recently! Please vote and reward.

Chapter 666 Chapter 654 Women and Paintings

The words on the note were the same as what the two discussed yesterday, so Jenkins was not too surprised after reading it. He put the chocolate on the table, and the cat ran neatly to the cushion that belonged to it. It walked up gracefully and wanted to lie down, but perhaps because it had not been used for a long time, the mat was obviously not soft enough, so it walked down again and patted the center of the mat with its paws, and then lay down with satisfaction.

Even though his father was away today, Jenkins still fetched water and cleaned the store as usual. It's just that he can no longer rely on copying those tadpole essays to accumulate spirits. After all, he has reached level four.

But the good news is that he now has five empty bubbles. Jenkins has already planned to apply to the church to learn the "Blessing of Knowledge" after returning from the trip. The learning of divine arts requires complex conditions, but this is not a problem for a large parish like Nolan City.

When I thought of abilities, I naturally thought of [real phantom]. In the turmoil that lasted for a month, every force seemed to be very close to it, but in the end, everything settled, and no one really got it.

Maybe the protoss is right, the deliberate pursuer ultimately gets nothing. Fate has already appointed its owner, and all the efforts of others are in vain.

"But no matter what, at least that ability won't cause me any trouble anymore. After all, I have to leave for a trip tomorrow, and there are only less than 16 hours left today."

Jenkins currently knows some information, such as the need for help from a god with a specific priesthood, such as the need for the shadowless lamp, but this information is not enough to trigger the [Unknown Road Ahead] to guide the direction.

He took the lamp with him when he went out today, planning to take it to the church for safekeeping later. There is no need to carry this thing taking up space in your suitcase when you go on a long trip, and you don't have to worry about leaving it at home.

"What is the purpose of this lamp? It can't be that the message is written on the bottom of the lamp holder, right?"

He was thinking so wildly that the cat nearly exploded in fear.

The cat, which was fidgeting with the Life Orb back and forth, paused and looked at Jenkins' busy back. But soon it withdrew its gaze from the man and turned to the painting on the counter.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have forgotten to ask if the chef at that villa prepares cat food."

Jenkins said to himself, Chocolate's attention immediately turning away from the inedible painting.

Mrs. Skerrett arrived at the antique shop just before nine o'clock. She came on foot, not in a carriage. When I opened the store door and saw the paintings on the counter, sad tears immediately filled my eyes.

Jenkins thought she was thinking of her husband who passed away ten years ago, so she didn't find it strange.

"Hello, dad is temporarily out of town for something, and asked me to hand over the painting to you for him. Thank you for your trust in the antique store. This painting has helped us a lot in the past ten years."

"It's nothing, and thank you Mr. Oliver for taking such good care of this painting."

As she spoke, she had already walked to the counter, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the canvas. Her sentimental and sad mood almost infected Jenkins beside her.

"They are still so in love after ten years. They must be a very loving couple."

Jenkins admires such long-term love.

Before handing over, the woman needed to check for any defects in the oil painting one last time. After tearing off the canvas, Jenkins saw that the content of the oil painting was a man sitting on a chair.

He looks very depressed. Although his clothes are neat and his hair is straight, the artist used extremely superb techniques to give him a pair of world-weary light blue eyes. Those eyes elevated the artistic value of this painting to an astonishing level, which is why Dad regarded it as the treasure of his shop.

The man in the painting is about the same age as Mrs. Schreit now, but he is definitely not Mr. Schreit. The age of the painting approaches three digits, and the man in the painting lived in a much older time.

The most unusual thing about this painting is that except for the man in the painting, the entire canvas is painted black. It's like a man living in a small, dark space, which better highlights his dull eyes.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Jenkins even observed the man sighing at one moment.

He greatly admired the painter's amazing skills, but it was a pity that the painter did not leave his name on the painting. Even my father doesn't know who created this painting. According to common sense, a painter who can create such a work should not be easily submerged in the tide of history.

"No problem, this is indeed my painting. You have preserved it very well. Mr. Oliver is really a trustworthy person."

Mrs. Skerrett whispered, reaching out her hand to touch the face of the man in the painting with some nostalgia.

But across the frame, all she touched was the cold glass plate. Jenkins suddenly felt a little awkward, and there was something wrong with the woman's attitude.

The last time she came, she had confirmed that this was an ordinary person, but out of caution, Jenkins opened the [Eye of Truth] again.

What he saw shocked Jenkins. He saw that the painting and the woman all had the same brightness of magical aura.

"Um?"

Before he could react, the sad woman took her hand away from the frame and asked softly:

"Can I take it with me?"

As her hand leaves the painting, the woman's aura disappears, but the painting's aura remains.

"Um...oh, please wait a moment. Dad said that in order to thank you for your trust over the years, he wants to give you a gift. I will give it to you now."

"Is that so? Thank you so much Mr. Oliver."

She thanked him softly and touched the man in the painting with her fingers again. As expected, a spiritual light emerged from her body again.

"What's happening here?"

Jenkins still hasn't figured out what happened.

What he said just now was naturally false, he just wanted to delay some time to figure out the secret of the woman. Before that, he didn't feel anything wrong at all from Mrs. Skerrett. She was obviously an ordinary person.

With this thought in mind, I stood on tiptoe and pulled the cardboard boxes on the container, trying to find something I could give away. But he was so unlucky that the carton he pulled down actually contained the hanging ornaments used during the New Year's Day. Dad had obviously put them here, and Jenkins thought they were some dinner plates.

Just when Jenkins was considering whether to use the power of lies, the woman who had been observing his actions took the initiative to speak:

"You are the Giver, aren't you?"

"Huh? Oh? I mean, who is the Giver?"

He turned around with an awkward smile, deliberately pretending to be clumsy.

Chapter 667 Chapter 655 Curse Cycle

"Young sir, you don't need to lie to me. I won't expose your secrets. But you should be more careful in the future. Not everyone has evil intentions."

Mrs. Skerrett seemed to be sure that Jenkins was the giver, but she only pointed out this. After saying that, the woman nodded to Jenkins, picked up the frame and was about to leave, but Jenkins stopped her:

"Sorry. About the Giver... we can talk about it later. But actually, I really want to know something related to this painting. Since you think I am the Giver, you should also know that most of the Givers have Some unique abilities. I can feel that this painting is extraordinary, but I don’t know where this feeling comes from. To be honest, can you tell me the story behind this painting? A famous writer who is really curious about the story behind such an extraordinary work of art.”

The woman had no ill intentions toward Jenkins, and Jenkins did not want to conflict with her, so he adopted this peaceful approach. Of course, he is also prepared to solve the problem violently. Now that all his belongings, including metal blocks, are in the box under the counter, he is confident that he can solve all troubles.

His luck was obviously good. The woman hesitated and did not refuse the request. She placed the painting on the table again, but did not leave her hand:

"You are not the first person who wants to know the story between us, but the last person who wanted to explore the story passed away 49 years ago. I am always willing to share our story with anyone who is willing to listen, He is the opposite... This is not a story with a happy ending, and I hope you can prepare for it in advance.”

Jenkins nodded. He would accept any story, especially one that cost nothing.

"My name is Qiulun Kamel, and his name is Spud Foote. We were originally a pair of lovers who lived in a long time ago."