The Master of the Strange Realm

He said this, and then turned away from looking at them: "Let's go quickly, I hope this matter will end soon."

Jenkins didn't know how he looked in the eyes of this noble lady at this time, but he could clearly feel her fear. In addition, during the journey, the girl also vaguely expressed her intention to recruit Jenkins many times, but Jenkins just pretended not to understand.

Miss Silver Flute's knowledge of Jenkins comes from Miss Magic, and although Miss Magic will not reveal anything about the followers of the God of Lies, she will definitely mention that Mr. Wax/Candle is very dangerous.

For nobles, it is very rare to be able to recruit a high-level gifter. Extraordinary beings who can rise to such a level either serve the great righteous gods or belong to the backbone of the church of false gods and evil gods.

Mortals who gain great power without relying on divine sects are so rare that they are almost negligible.

The group of people quickly returned to the warehouse, and during this period, Jenkins also told the transaction partner that this was a "black and white" business, so it could be cheaper, but the transaction must be fast.

Of course Miss Windsor didn't care about the gold pound issue. After inspecting the goods, she readily gave the two suitcases to Jenkins and Miss Silver Flute. Neither of them opened it up in person, but they both thought the other got more.

"After all, Miss Windsor knows Miss Yindi. The two of them will have more cooperation in the future, so it makes sense to give more."

"After all, Mr. Wax/Candle is a very powerful gifter, and his value to Miss Windsor is definitely higher than mine. Although I don't want to admit it, it makes sense that he got more."

This is roughly what the two of them are thinking now.

He separated from the others at the entrance of the warehouse, walked around with the cat in a circle, braved the cold wind, and headed towards the pier of the pier instead of home. Not long after, he saw the magical lady standing at the end of the trestle.

She was facing the sea with her hands behind her back, and the sound of the waves was coming and going. The woman's long hair was flying in the night wind, and the sound of the wind seemed to be cheering for her.

The sea level in the distance is dark and obscure, and the horizon is ambiguous at the boundary between night and sea.

The moonlight seemed to be focused on the woman, and the red and blue lights were particularly clear around her. The stars were shining above her head, and the light mist seemed to cover her with a white gauze.

The scene where the opera heroine appears is obviously not a natural phenomenon. The magical lady is probably experimenting with new abilities or rituals.

Chapter 723 The evening one is later

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I’ll be a little later in the evening, I have something urgent to do, so I’ll upload it around nine o’clock.

Chapter 724 Chapter 710 News of the Sword

The waves subsided and the evening breeze died away, like a stage closing. Jenkins then deliberately made some footsteps to let Miss Magic know that he had arrived.

"[Building Stage], a very interesting ability, isn't it?"

She suddenly turned around and asked.

"I've never heard of it."

Jenkins came up to the woman with the suitcase and shook his head.

"This is a magical ability that makes you dazzle as if you are in the center of the stage. Interesting, right? I just found this ability in a stone slab last week. I have to admit that it is possible to perceive the world and create this kind of ability. The ancient bestower of abilities is definitely a genius.”

She sighed and took off her hood. Jenkins had already seen her face the last time they met in the abandoned cemetery, so there was no need to hide it.

"But is it really okay to waste your ability and position like this?"

"No problem. I bought a batch of B-12-4-4432 [Water of the Styx] three years ago. Due to poor storage, there have been some signs of deterioration recently. I just used it this time. Let's not talk about it anymore. It seems You and Yindi have gained a lot.”

She glanced at the suitcase.

"That friend of yours is very lucky."

Jenkins shook his head, not wanting to share what had just happened. He took a deep breath and felt the moist sea breeze. The waves hit the pillars of the trestle below, and the splashes could fly to your face.

"You hinted that I came here to find you and waited for so long. What on earth do you want to say? It's very late now, and I have to get up early tomorrow to do something."

"Go and make crazy plans with your mates?"

The woman said sarcastically, but Jenkins actually had to go to work on time.

"It's not a big deal, but after all, it's related to you, so I'll tell you. Maybe you still remember the first thing we worked together, which was to find A-12-1 after ripping it from the pirate's body. -0044 [Skeleton Sword of the Dead] tattoo.”

"Of course you remember... huh? Did you find it?"

This is probably the most surprising thing tonight. Use the [Eye of Truth] to scan the woman's body, but no sword-shaped object was found.

"Of course not. If I found it, why would I tell you? I just found that the tattoo is not always the same, but is gradually losing its extraordinary properties. This means that the sword is very likely to have been obtained by someone, so the tattoo has lost its meaning."

"When did this happen?"

"If you mean the time when the sword was obtained, I'm sorry, I don't know. When I got the tattoo, it was already problematic, so the sword of the dead had found its owner at least before last fall."

That was all she had to say. While Jenkins was silently thinking about the cause and effect of this matter, she took the initiative to leave.

The dangerous sword found its owner again, which would undoubtedly have a huge impact on the material world. But now no one knows the location of the sword and the current situation of the sword owner.

The best case scenario is that the sword owner can resist the invasion of the sword and stay awake, and only regard it as a dangerous weapon; and the worst case scenario is that the sword owner has been completely controlled by the sword of the dead, just like the man thirty years ago. This means that the undead disaster may come again.

But no matter how worried Jenkins was, he had no way to deal with this matter, and all he could do was to keep making futile guesses.

He opened the suitcase on the pier, and inside were bundles of 1 pound, 2 pound, 5 pound and 10 pound notes. A total of 8,000 pounds, the numbers on the notes were not continuous, and there were no special marks.

This amount of money was more than Jenkins imagined, because Miss Silver Flute estimated the value of the arms at about 12,000 pounds.

But since Miss Windsor was willing to spend so much money, Jenkins would not take the initiative to return it. He used [reading] to draw a new suitcase to hold the currency, and then filled the original one with stones and threw it far into the sea.

Watching the suitcase finally sink to the bottom of the sea, he sighed in his heart:

"Sure enough, it's still more profitable to cheat the cheaters."

But doing this kind of thing once is enough, and he did it just because he happened to encounter it. You can imagine how the real owner of the arms will feel when he finds out that they have been stolen tomorrow, and I hope this will not cause more serious consequences.

Even if he slept late at night, chocolate still woke Jenkins up on time the next morning. The man lazily prepared breakfast for the man and the cat, yawned and walked out of the house, not even realizing that he was wearing two different socks.

It was not until he passed by the bookstore that he remembered that today was Monday, the day when "Frozen" went on sale.

It was not yet eight o'clock, and the bookstore was not open. Jenkins stood in front of the glass window for a long time, imagining whether someone would take the initiative to pick up his book and happily pay for it in a few hours.

"It will definitely happen."

He told himself that he believed that even because of his reputation, this book would not fail.

"Meow~"

Chocolate reminded him that he was about to be late.

He took another step forward to welcome this Monday with an unknown future.

Dad had read the first draft of the book more than once, and even gave rich guidance. When Jenkins handed him his new book, he paid attention not to the text but to the cover.

"Is this... Ruskol Snow Mountain?"

"Yes, it is a very famous snow mountain near Loon. When I traveled to Beldiran last time, I saw many artists' depictions of that mountain in the Northland area of ​​the art gallery. I have to admit that it is really beautiful."

Jenkins had already thought of a coping strategy. This cautious person would not miss any details.

Even if he did not participate in the sale of the new book, he was always wondering whether the second book would be successful. Chocolate noticed this anxiety, so he deliberately spilled the ink on the table for him to wipe it off, using work to drive away the bad mood.

But in fact, what replaced the anxiety was dissatisfaction with the cat.

Friends got the book yesterday, so it would take at least three days to finish reading it and give their opinions. Jenkins guessed that Brianna should like the content of the book, because the book was inspired by this lady when it chose this subject.

There were not many customers in the store in the morning. After doing a simple cleaning, Jenkins pretended to lie there and copy something. In fact, copying is completely useless. Although he has more than one way to obtain spirits, it always makes people very anxious.

The gift he received from Blizzard Mountain Villa can effectively explain Jenkins's leap in level. But even so, he can't immediately announce that he has reached level 4.

Chapter 725 Chapter 711 The Peaceful Daily Life in the Antique Shop

"Maybe it's a good time to announce the promotion in the middle of next month. I heard that they are also arranging my next baptism."

Jenkins calculated the date, absent-mindedly wrote the tadpole characters on the paper, and his eyes unconsciously wandered back and forth on the black and white photos.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know what this broken stone tablet is."

There is only one stone tablet that left a deep impression on him in this world, and that is the one he saw in Yu Zhengshen's whisper at the beginning of the new year.

He guessed the connection between that thing and the thing in the photo, but the two are definitely different. If a camera is really used to record that sacred and weird thing, then the camera will definitely explode at the first time.

"Don't rub the ink bottle with your tail anymore."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Chocolate's tail, and the latter made a somewhat aggrieved "Woo~" sound, and then climbed back to the mat pitifully.

Even though he thought he was right, the cat's behavior still made Jenkins feel guilty. So he reached out and stroked its back twice, thinking that he could go to a nearby dessert shop to buy it some expensive food at noon.

The eight thousand pounds from last night is now in the compartment of his basement. He has not yet decided what to do with the money. But getting this money means that Jenkins' temporary wallet dryness after investing in the mine has been well alleviated. The income of the mine will only be distributed once a quarter.

Because there is no business, the two have been chatting casually in the morning. Dad told Jenkins some interesting things that happened in the church during the week he was away from the local area.

"You should still remember the cursed couple, right? It's about the love comb."

"Of course I remember. Why? Did the church agree to help them?"

"According to what they said, the Vatican found some clues in the library database, and it can be basically determined that they did not lie. But whether to help them has not yet been decided. I think you should understand that this matter involves another god, and we must be cautious."

"I understand. But I found that we all have memories of this matter now, and the curse itself does not allow irrelevant people to know about it."

"The focus of the curse is not to interfere with memory, but the cycle inside and outside the painting. Even the power of mortals can affect the change of memory, which is not difficult."

The old man said, turning the book in his hand to the next page.

"This matter involves a lot of things. I estimate that it may not be resolved in three months. But the woman and the painting are still in the church. If you are still curious, you can apply to see her."

"No, I'm not curious."

Instinct told Jenkins that it would be better not to get involved in such troublesome things.

He thought for a while, then asked:

"Since that woman has lived for such a long time, does it mean that she knows a lot of secrets from before the era? We may be able to rely on this to supplement the church's database."

"It's not that easy, Jenkins. You may have overlooked an obvious thing: some secrets cannot be spread everywhere, otherwise both the spreader and the recipient will be punished. As for the things that are not secret, the Church actually has information, but it will not be easily opened. So, that woman has some value, but the value is not great."

When the old man said this, he sighed again:

"In fact, what I am most curious about is how they offended the gods to suffer such punishment. In fact, I have heard of the great ones punishing mortals in the past, but I have never known such evil... cough, I mean, but I have never known such a severe punishment."

No mortal can violate the fact that the gods cannot be criticized casually. The words that the old man used just now were obviously inappropriate, so the two of them avoided talking about this topic afterwards.

After copying the tadpole texts, the old man temporarily put down the book in his hand and guided Jenkins to study some black powder.

Daddy didn't say what material this was, and Jenkins's task was to find its name and function within two days.

"As long as you don't ask others, you can use any other method. I don't care about the process, what matters is the result."

Jenkins can only see the color and strength of the aura of this material now, and use this to judge its approximate price. This is very important because price has a lot to do with rarity, and rarity will affect Jenkins' choice of books to read.

At lunch, he bought a small piece of cake for his cat. Chocolate was very satisfied with the cake, so he lay on the counter all afternoon without making any trouble.

Three golden hairs swayed behind his ears. Seeing Chocolate closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, Jenkins reached out and stroked the three hairs with his fingers, and found that they felt the same as other hairs.

"Chocolate, you have the ability to change your fur color, so these three hairs are not made by you yourself, right?"

Asked jokingly, the cat didn't even open his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

When he said this, Daddy was looking for something behind the warehouse. An old customer visited the antique shop at noon and picked up a copper-colored metal tea tray. In fact, the thing is made of iron alloy. According to Dad, it has a history of 300 years.

Now Dad is looking for the cups that match the tea tray. Originally, this heavy work should be done by Jenkins, but the cups are stored separately by Dad. If Jenkins is asked to find them, he may not be able to find them all this evening.

While teasing the cat, Dingling~ The door of the store was pushed open. The woman who walked in was a woman in a thick cotton coat. She looked mean with sharp eyes, but this was just a stupid and unreliable first impression.

"Hello, customer, is there anything I can do for you?"

He immediately gave up teasing the cat and asked with a smile. Blinking, ordinary people, there is nothing suspicious on them, it is indeed an ordinary customer.

This is a very generous customer. He found the items he liked after walking around the store twice. Before Dad returned from the warehouse, he reached a deal with Jenkins.

This fully proves that Jenkins is now a fairly mature apprentice in the antique shop. After half a year, he had become proficient in both the work of a gift giver and that of an ordinary person.