The Master of the Strange Realm

Without any unnecessary movement, the shadowless lamp ignited automatically and emitted a golden flame that Jenkins had never seen before.

"Is this successful? His idea is the same as mine?"

Jenkins said in disbelief, looking outside a little unnecessarily, for fear that someone would see this scene.

Walking with the cat to the warehouse behind the antique shop, he placed the lit oil lamp in the shadow according to the process mentioned by the woman just now. The shadow seemed to be absorbed, and its color gradually became lighter.

The moment the small shadow disappeared completely, a slight collision sound came from inside the oil lamp. The golden flame went out and the shadow appeared again.

He bent down and picked up the oil lamp again, and easily found a piece of parchment rolled into a thin tube inside. Although the writing was ancient, the parchment looked new.

"Good luck."

Although the writing is contrary to the common script, that writing has not been lost now, it has just become a special writing used by the mountain people in the southern mountainous area. There is a reference book in the antique store, and I painstakingly translated it. It contains the entire ritual content of the magic [Real Phantom].

He did not immediately think about how to perform the ceremony, but put the small piece of parchment into his pocket, and then walked back to the store with the cat holding the oil lamp that was no longer an extraordinary object.

"After going around in such a big circle, it turns out that [the real phantom] has long been in my hands."

Once again, I felt the malicious joke of fate, and at the same time, I also felt that the ups and downs of the vampires and the sons of the evil god this past month were like a dream.

"That is to say, I actually don't have to do anything, I just need to wait with peace of mind."

The sunlight could not penetrate the smoke in the city, and the fireplace, lit by the eternal fire, reflected the light on Jenkins' face.

"The phantom of reality... true and false, false and true, existence and non-existence, what is far away and what is close at hand..."

Chocolate looked at the man who was frowning and thinking quietly, hoping that he could take her to a warm club as soon as possible.

"Nolan under the Six Gods, Fabry's scam, vampire aliens, the new god sealing the sea of ​​blood, and two months of busy work... What is the purpose of all this? It seems to me that it is all It’s meaningless. I originally thought that these things would help [the real phantom], but in the end they were just phantoms.”

He felt that he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the truth about this ability, but he could not describe the throbbing in his heart more accurately.

"The twin demons have to face demons, the undead have to experience death, and the real phantom is really like a phantom. Ha~ I thought the truth of the ability was deception, but is this the result?"

The clouds in the sky were moving, and at this moment, a beam of skylight shot down from a higher place and enveloped Jenkins as he walked out of the store door. The man is bathed in golden light, like a saint walking in the world.

The girl selling flowers on the street stared blankly at this scene, suspecting that she was dazzled.

Jenkins also noticed her, was stunned for a moment, and smiled freely. He took out his wallet from his coat pocket, took out all the bills and coins with a face value less than five shillings, walked over to the flower girl, and put them in her basket.

"gentlemen......"

"this is mine."

He took out the brightest red rose from the basket, smiled at the girl, and then turned and left.

"At least, I'm not afraid of flower girls anymore."

This is the biggest gain from this period of ups and downs. Not only is he not afraid, he is now particularly close to such a little girl.

The weather cleared up near noon, the streets were full of people, and the rare sunshine filled the streets. The men standing on the street were talking about the rumors about Miss Fabry. The strange benefactors in the alley aside were whispering about the latest news. The flower girl stared blankly at the back of Jenkins. The old painter Grant, who had not seen him for a long time, came from Walking out of the store on the side, Hathaway, who came from the other side of the street in a carriage, stuck his head out of the car window——

"...Miss Fabry..."

"...New God..."

"... kind sir..."

"...Mr. Writer..."

"...Jenkins..."

The man turned around facing the sun, holding the gorgeous red rose in his hand, and smiled behind him. Time seemed to be frozen in this moment:

"Call me?"

PS: Okay, this volume is over. I revised the two hundred words at the end for nearly an hour, but I still feel something is wrong. I’ll leave it like this for now, it’s still to the point. The next volume is interlude, and the key word of the next volume is: stage. I haven't decided on the title of the volume yet, I'm still thinking about it.

Another note: Originally, this chapter was cut off at 2,000 words, but then I thought it was unnecessary, so I just finished the volume, which is only 3,165 words. At the end of the volume, please ask for votes and rewards. I'm not sure whether graduate students need to enroll in advance and join the group. If there is still summer vacation, then the summer vacation will be more generous.

Chapter 670 Chapter 658 Ability Learning

It was surprising to meet an acquaintance on the street. After chatting with the old painter for a few words, he boarded Hathaway's carriage.

She was the only one in the car, and when the carriage slowly set off again, she still looked a little dazed.

"What's wrong?"

Jenkins said as he extended the rose in his hand to his cat. Chocolate sniffed it, then pushed Jenkins' hand away with his paw in annoyance, and Jenkins handed the flower to Hathaway.

"No, it's okay... When you turned back just now, I had a very strange illusion. Oh, thank you for the flower, it's beautiful."

The red-haired girl leaned on the cushion and looked Jenkins up and down.

"Illusion?"

"Yes, it's hard to describe that feeling. The sun is shining on you, and you are very... handsome. But I seem to see a large shadow overlapping on you, and the whole person becomes a little unreal, but also very real."

The last sentence is a completely opposite description, and Jenkins doesn't know what Hathaway wants to express. He attributed it to the illusion of light and shadow and didn't take it to heart.

Hathaway came to Jenkins to inform him of the departure time tomorrow and what he needed to do before departure. After that, Jenkins went home to continue packing his luggage. The church probably didn't want to disturb him, and didn't come to him again because of the curse in the painting.

Jenkins held a ceremony to learn [True Phantom] in the evening of that day. Compared with the previous savior ability, the requirements of this divine ability are still harsh, but not complicated. What the mirror said was correct. The most important requirement of the ceremony is the help of a god with a specific priesthood. And the way to help is to use the priesthood of the god as the core of the ceremony.

This means that unless you encounter a special situation like Jenkins, holding a ceremony must call on the god to descend to the earth as a saint.

It is difficult to say which one is more difficult than [Undead], but the two are not comparable. The only thing that can be determined is that fate obviously plays an extremely important role in it.

"I don't know what preparations the twin demons made to obtain [Twin Demons]. Perhaps the acquisition of savior abilities is so harsh. After all, these qualifications are originally innate rather than acquired."

The ceremony does not require expensive or rare materials. Jenkins even collected them in one day. He waited for the moment when day and night met, and the shadow enveloped the man. When the shadow disappeared, the fifth ability to show the soul emblem had appeared.

The ceremony was not held at home, but in the block destroyed by the battle between the God of Lies and the vampire alien. Jenkins was not very clear about the rules of the appearance of the Doomsday Slate, which might be related to the appearance of the ability. Safety first, if the third slate is still related to him, then everyone will suspect him.

He looked at the completely disappeared sunset among the rubble and broken walls, turned around and left with the cat.

When he returned home, the street lights on St. George Street had been turned on, but they were still not as bright as the gas lamps at home. He carefully felt the new power, then got up from the sofa and walked to the fireplace. When he looked back, "Jenkins" was still sitting on the sofa.

"Meow~"

Chocolate looked at the two Jenkins. The one in front of the fireplace was obviously real because he could move, and the one on the sofa looked the same, but he did not have the ability to move.

The cat tried to poke the fake Jenkins with its claws, but found that its claws passed through the "body".

"Meow~"

It seemed to be frightened and jumped into Jenkins' arms in front of the fireplace. Obviously, the function of [Real Phantom] is to create a real phantom.

But this is not an illusion ability. Corresponding to its harsh learning conditions, it has a powerful effect.

After Jenkins calmed the frightened cat, he put it on the carpet, then turned around and looked at the fireplace with his hands behind his back. His body gradually faded in color and finally disappeared completely in the air, while the "phantom" on the sofa stood up and turned his neck with a smile.

This is a space-like ability. If you leave a phantom as a coordinate somewhere, the body can be transferred to the location of the phantom at any time, making it a real existence.

Although only one phantom can be left as a coordinate each time, there is no distance limit for this kind of space movement.

"Hehe~ It's really a real phantom."

Because he will start a long journey tomorrow, in order to stay energetic, the Loen party originally scheduled for tonight was postponed by Jenkins. Miss Stuart was very disappointed when she heard the news, but she also understood Jenkins's approach.

In fact, she has been very busy recently. As a princess of the kingdom, she has to attend many dances and dinners that cannot be declined at the beginning and end of each year. She is fed up with these things and wants to go on a trip with her friends like Jenkins, but no one will allow her to do so.

According to the itinerary, the young people who are going on a winter trip will take the train on Wednesday afternoon and head to a small town at the foot of the mountains. Before that, Jenkins has one more thing to do.

On Wednesday morning, the carriage took him, Miss Michael, Hathaway, and Miss Lawrence to the cemetery in the suburbs, accompanied by the girl Finnie.

This is the third day after the second blood moon. In the official list of deaths from meteor showers, George Liverpool's small black name lies in the corner. Although he died without a slag left, the city hall still got him a small free cemetery in the public cemetery.

At Finny's request, Jenkins used his connections in the church to move Liverpool's grave to a location close to the Streets family's.

This morning, I was just trying to determine the location of the tomb with Feeney, but I didn't expect to meet three young ladies on the way. Although Miss Lawrence had been troubled by Liverpool's pursuit, after learning that he had unfortunately passed away and had no relatives, she decided to come to the cemetery to lay a flower for him.

It was foggy in the outskirts of the city in the early morning. Yesterday's sunshine seemed like an illusion. Today's weather was not good and it seemed like it was going to snow again. The temperature was still so low. Feeney was wearing thick clothes like a penguin, but she still felt cold. She hid behind Jenkins to avoid the cold and didn't notice the other two women looking at her strangely.

The cemetery itself is very deserted, and coupled with its unique functions, everyone who comes will feel psychologically lonely and cold. The group of five people did not speak after entering the cemetery, but followed Jenkins deeper into the cemetery.

Chapter 671 Chapter 659 Tomb and Cards

"right here."

For Jenkins' sake, the location of this nominal cemetery was excellent, and right next to it was the Strais family's grave. For practical reasons, these tombs were of course empty, but when she saw them, Feini couldn't help crying.

Jenkins knelt down and whispered comfort to her, and Feeney sobbed and nestled against him.

Miss Lawrence, who was standing aside, looked at the tombstone engraved with "George Liverpool" with complex eyes, holding the bouquet of flowers in her gloved hand without putting it down.

Hathaway and Miss Michael were standing a little further away together. Neither of them had anything to do with the people buried here. They were just accompanying them this time.

"It's hard to say whether Liverpool's death was a good thing for Jennifer."

Miss Michael said softly.

"Why do you say that?"

Hathaway asked quietly, worried about disturbing the three people over there.

"From today on, no matter what kind of man she meets, she will subconsciously compare her with Liverpool. From this aspect, Liverpool will indeed stay in her heart forever."

"But that shouldn't be a bad thing. It will help Jennifer understand that true love is more than just tailing."

"It can also make Jennifer understand that it will be difficult for her to meet such a persistent man again in her life."

Hathaway was tempted to tell her lover the true information she had received from Jenkins about George Liverpool, but thought better of it and gave up. No matter who the owner of that empty tomb is, maybe in just a few months, he will eventually be placed in the corner of memory by a few people present.

"Especially for me and Bryony, it doesn't matter at all who George Liverpool is."

Jenkins didn't understand her thoughts. Although the death of the owner of the tomb in front of him was mostly related to him, he was not deeply touched by it.

But their deaths meant that Fanny Faithful really had no relatives in this world. Although the girl and Jenkins were not related, he believed it was his responsibility to help her live a good life in the coming days.

In the end, Miss Lawrence placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone in Liverpool, and Jenkins and Feeney also placed the bouquets they brought in front of other tombstones.

Feeney cried for a while and then wisely suppressed her emotions, but Miss Lawrence didn't say a word from beginning to end. The group of people quickly left the cemetery and prepared for their trip starting in the afternoon. Although Jenkins intended to take Feini with him to relax, she was not willing to trouble Jenkins anymore.

"Sir, that's enough. Please don't mind me."

This is a very understanding little girl, and Jenkins is willing to extend kindness to such a child.

Before setting off, as usual, I went to Privet Drive to say hello. Mary was very satisfied with Jenkins being able to travel with the girls. As for Robert, he did not comment on the matter. He just reminded Jenkins that the mining investment business he needed was almost ready, and the contract could be signed after returning from the trip.

Within a week of leaving Nolan, Jenkins' house on St. George Street would undergo extensive renovations. By then, he will have two houses connected together and a garden that is twice the size. Although this will cost more money to maintain, it also means having more space at his disposal.

After finishing lunch at Privet Drive, we went to Dad’s antique store to meet Dad. Originally he wanted to go to St. George's Street in person, but because Jenkins pushed back his plan to go to the cemetery, he had to let Jenkins come on his own.

The professor happened to be in the store when he opened the door, and the two were talking about what happened yesterday morning, that is, the painting and the long love curse.

This incident caused quite a stir yesterday. It is rare to see a pagan take the initiative to seek help from the Sage Church. After learning about the series of stories and love and hatred behind it, the church did not take out the comb immediately.

After all, the curse involves another god, so you must carefully consider whether you should intervene to help them. Now the old gentleman, the woman and the painting are temporarily placed in the church, waiting for a decision from the Holy See.

Both Dad and the professor knew that the incident was related to Jenkins, and were surprised that he didn't immediately ask about the follow-up to the incident.

"What happens next has nothing to do with me."

He maintained this attitude and therefore did not ask about the God of Lies on Sunday night. Considering that the trip lasted for a week, I thought that after returning to Nolan, these disturbances would completely subside.

Miss Audrey had wanted to start this week's divination course on the weekend, but had to postpone the plan because Jenkins was out. Jenkins felt sorry for this, after all, Miss Audrey didn't always have time.

He went to apologize in person, but when he left, he got a long list of books. It would definitely be too late to borrow books from the library now, but fortunately this was a task for the next month instead of a week.

The woman wanted to do divination for Jenkins' travel fortune like before the last trip to Beldiran, but this time Jenkins politely refused.

"No matter what the result of the divination is, those things that will happen will always happen. I think let it go this time."

As he said this, he pushed the cards she handed back. Jenkins has been very touched by "fate" recently and hopes to think about it himself.

"Of course, I always thought you were the kind of person who cared about the results of divination."

She said and smiled and put away the prepared cards, but after Jenkins left, she turned over the top one, which was also the only one that Jenkins' fingers had touched.

"Murder?"

Simple and easy to understand intention, there is no other way to explain it. The woman was not surprised by this result, because Jenkins was always surrounded by such negative things.

"I wonder what kind of story this time."

She leaned against the door frame and watched Jenkins' figure go away. She seemed to see Jenkins' shadow vaguely, and felt that fate was twisting. She had found the way to become a demigod, and this road had a great relationship with Jenkins, so she was so sensitive to the changes that happened to him.

"No way?"