The Master of the Strange Realm

"Ahem."

Miss Bevanna had to warn him to prevent the pagan in front of her from saying something inappropriate.

There were some terrifying corpses of the dead piled up outside the gravekeeper's hut. These dead souls were the terrible guys who had been fighting with the demigods for a long time. Although they were all revived from human bones, they could not see human form at all.

Even until death, they still retained the terrible ability of mental pollution. Miss Bevanna believed that they had touched the most original ability of the skeleton sword, so they had such strength.

Because Chocolate hated these things, Jenkins did not stay at the wooden house for long. From a distance, he saw Miss Audrey and her friend Miss Broniance calling him over at the edge of the cemetery. He said hello to Miss Bevanna and turned away, while the demigods continued to talk as they watched the young man leave.

"Does he have the ability to [touch death]?"

Mr. Desvis asked.

"What do you want to do?"

The woman was very alert.

"Just asking, you know, I always like these talented young people."

"But he is a believer of the sage."

"I understand... It's been a long time since I saw a young man of this age who has been exposed to the mystery of death. What a pity."

Miss Audrey knew that he was regretting that Jenkins was not a believer of death. But the gods have made arrangements, and everyone knows this.

"Speaking of which, are you training a new keeper? I noticed that he is not only talented, but also often arranged to appear in important occasions."

"Please don't ask about the internal affairs of the Church of the Sage."

Miss Befanna warned.

"Okay then."

The middle-aged man turned around and pushed open the door and entered the hut again:

"Now, let's think about how to transport this coffin."

Chapter 836 Chapter 819 School and Letter

On the day Robert visited the antique shop, Miss Bronion was only level seven, but when the demigods appeared yesterday, she had already become a mortal demigod.

Jenkins was very curious about what choice she made in such a short time. But this is the biggest secret of every gift giver, and he couldn't ask rashly.

"Hello, Miss Audrey, hello, Miss Brounion!"

He went around the fence of the cemetery and met the two ladies. They should have just arrived here because their shoes were not stained with mud due to the snow.

It took some time to check the coffin, and now the sun was completely invisible. In order to increase visibility, a large number of kerosene lamps were placed in the cemetery and along the path, and occasionally there were lights summoned by the gift givers using supernatural powers.

But because it was still snowing, those lights could hardly reach far away.

"Jenkins, I knew you were here."

After the three met, they walked towards the village. Although the cemetery and the village were still some distance away, because a large number of staff were busy now, it didn't seem gloomy along the way.

They were looking for Jenkins for something, because Miss Audrey told Miss Brounion that Jenkins was learning divination from her. As Miss Audrey's "fellow student", Miss Brownings must follow the ancient tradition to perform the blessing ceremony for Jenkins.

This was very common in ancient times, and the gifted people passed on the gift to each other as apprentices. But in modern times, only some schools or religious groups that still retain ancient customs will do this.

"But I'm just learning some superficial things, isn't this a bit... too serious?"

He said a little embarrassed.

"I know what you are worried about, Mr. William. We have already negotiated with the idle church about this matter, no problem."

This is not a lie, because after that, the three of them took the church's carriage back to the church. The keeper Smith explained the specific situation to Jenkins, because the school to which Miss Audrey and Miss Brownings belonged was not a subordinate of the [Church of Fate and Order], so theoretically speaking, there was no problem for Jenkins to join it.

The simple blessing was held in the vacant reception room of the church. This was not an extraordinary ceremony, but just a unique testimony. Hosted by Miss Bronion, Jenkins placed his right hand on an old crystal ball, released his soul emblem - the small tree, and imprinted it in it.

This crystal ball is equivalent to a register, which is used to record all the participants of the school. According to Miss Bronion, it is an item passed down from the last era, and there are more than 1,000 emblems in it.

As a celebration of Jenkins joining the school, Miss Audrey gave him an amethyst pendant. Some complex rituals were attached to it, which could bring good luck to the wearer within a year.

Although it is difficult to say how much help this will bring to Jenkins, at least it is better than nothing.

"It's not edible."

He had to remind Chocolate again to prevent it from getting stuck due to accidentally eating this indigestible thing.

Before parting, the three chatted for a while. Jenkins therefore knew that Miss Bronion would live in Nolan for a while, and at the same time, according to the requirements of the Hermit Church, assist Nolan City in solving the crisis brought by the skull sword.

The sword has threatened the entire continent, so forces other than Nolan will also get involved and try to resolve it before the crisis actually breaks out.

The only regret is that the time of Jenkins' next interesting divination course is yet to be determined. Now everyone is busy, only Jenkins is a big idler.

Miss Bronion is very interested in the course of the two, but as long as she reveals a little sign of wanting to participate, Miss Audrey will suddenly change the subject.

The relationship between the two ladies is very strange, but Jenkins thinks he should not make casual comments.

When he left the church, it was completely dark. Considering that the two books that Dad requested were still at home, he did not live in the church.

Speaking of which, he didn't see Dad all day, and he didn't know whether the antique shop was doing well today.

Thinking of this, he asked the church's carriage to take him to Fifth Queen Avenue. When he saw the lights on the second floor of the antique shop downstairs, he knew that Dad was still awake.

Without disturbing Dad again, Jenkins took his cat and took the carriage back to St. George Street.

He had not returned since leaving home in the morning, so after opening the door, he immediately felt a little cold in the house. He turned on the gas light in the hallway and was about to take off his boots stained with gray snow when he heard the bell at the gate of the fence.

He hadn't closed his door yet, so he turned around and saw that the person who rang the bell was a homeless man wrapped in a worn-out cotton coat. Because of the snowfall during the day, the temperature tonight was indeed a bit low. If he went out according to the standard of last night's clothing, the chance of catching a cold would be greatly increased.

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

Jenkins had never heard of anyone knocking on someone else's door at nine o'clock in the evening to beg. But since this was not a gifter and there was no strange color on his body, Jenkins didn't mind talking to him.

He turned around and wanted to go out with the cat again, but he didn't expect Chocolate to run to the sofa in the living room and didn't want to go out again.

"What's the matter, sir?"

He could only go out by himself and walk along the path to the fence to talk to the person who came.

"Hello, sir, I'm here to deliver a letter."

The homeless man said in a trembling voice. When he spoke, he raised his head, and Jenkins saw his whole face. This was not the first time the two had met. On Saturday morning last week, the tramp had disturbed Jenkins and Chocolate's sleep.

"Did we..."

"Yes, we have met before. Sir, the one who asked me to deliver the letter was Mr. Mason Pisco, who asked me to do so. Although he has passed away, I must keep my promise."

As he spoke, he shook his body to warm himself up.

"Mr. Pisco..."

The name made Jenkins dazed. On that repeated thirty-first day, the playwright gave him quite a lot of guidance.

"Did Mr. Pisco ask you to come?"

"Yes, Mr. William."

The scavenger agreed, and noticing that he was shivering from the cold, Jenkins immediately invited him in. But the scavenger held the gate tightly to prevent Jenkins from opening it. He obviously didn't want to disturb others.

Section 837 Chapter 820 Pisco's "Prophecy"

"Please don't bother me so much, I'll leave soon and won't go in... That's it, huh~"

In the snowy scene of St. George Street, the tramp and Jenkins talked across the fence. The former exhaled a breath of hot air into his hand, his eyes passed over the hair that was twisted because it had not been washed for a long time. Looking at Jenkins' face.

"Last fall, Mr. Pisco helped me a lot, otherwise I might not be alive today. In return, I agreed to help him do two things on the agreed date. The first is that I woke you up last week very rudely. Mr. Pisco told me that if you were at home that morning, then I needed to give you this letter tonight, otherwise I would come back tomorrow night."

As he said, he took out a wrinkled white envelope from his coat pocket. The envelope was a little yellowed, but not very serious. After Jenkins took it, he felt a little warm, which was warmed by the scavenger's body temperature.

"Oh, okay, it's Mr. Pisco's handwriting. Thank you very much, please wait a moment..."

As he said, Jenkins reached into his pocket to look for coins. But the scavenger had already moved away from the fence, shrinking his neck and walking backwards towards the street corner.

"Generous sir, don't do that. This is to repay Mr. Pisco's kindness. You don't need to give me any money, no need..."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Jenkins, shrank his neck, put his hands in the pockets of his torn cotton coat, and walked quickly into the distant night.

Jenkins stood at the gate of the fence until the man completely disappeared from his sight before returning to the house. He held the wrinkled envelope in his right hand and didn't feel the weight, so there was only paper inside.

After coming to the living room, he checked the wax seal of the envelope and then opened it with a knife. The curious cat also came over at this time, wanting to see what was inside.

Inside the envelope were two ordinary pieces of letter paper, which were moderately priced and suitable for anyone with some income. The first one was in the center, with two lines of italic words written in dark blue ink, and these two lines of words were not bound by horizontal lines:

[Mr. William, it's me. I forgive you for peeking at the photo in my hand after I die. Although I was not dead when I wrote these words, I knew you would do it. 】(Chapter 348)

【There are only two pages in the envelope. 】

“Hmm…”

Mr. Pisco successfully predicted the future. When he saw the photo in the corpse's hand, Jenkins was sad for a while.

The second piece of stationery also contained two simple lines of words. Judging from the final signature date, it was written around the time of the Twin Demons incident, when Jenkins first came to this world:

[Mr. Willamt, I'm sorry to bother you after you're dead. But this is very important, very important. The place I chose to live was not a random choice. Downstairs of that apartment building, there is a small ruins connected to the underground mine tunnel. A dangerous creature in the ruins will escape from the seal on February 13th. Please enter the ruins before then to strengthen the seal. 】

[Also: The rent for the apartment (including the basement) will be due at the end of February, and I put the key in the location in the appendix. Please don't tell the church about this, trust me you are safest going in there alone. 】

[Another note: I have also put the method of strengthening the seal in the appendix. The keys are kept with a sum of money that you can use to make purchases. 】

[Don't worry, I'm really dead. 】

Time seemed to return to the night of October 31st. Mr. Pisco, sitting in front of the fireplace in the apartment, told Jenkins what he should do in a tone that seemed to know everything. And even as Mr. Pisco took his last breath in his apartment a few months ago as Mr. Jenkins watched, Jenkins still wondered whether he was really dead.

There is something really weird about this letter, the playwright managed to predict everything.

"Can just one page of the epic of time have such a powerful effect?"

He couldn't help but murmur to himself, and the cat lying beside him, watching the excitement, immediately nodded quickly.

I checked the letter paper several times to make sure there were no missing details before placing it on the coffee table. These are really troubled times. The matter of the undead has not yet been resolved, and Mr. Pisco has brought big trouble again.

Of course he would seal the thing as required, and he really didn't even plan to bring his friends with him or notify the church. Even though Mr. Pisco's behavior in delivering the letter was extremely strange, he was still a trustworthy person.

"February 13th...next Wednesday."

He frowned, feeling that there were too many things to do to squeeze out his time. Going there against the last date is the stupidest thing to do, because today is the weekend. If you think about it, Jenkins will have to start an investigation tomorrow and can prepare for sealing before next Wednesday.

"Sage, are you kidding me?"

He covered his forehead, feeling a little irritated. Throwing out the flame to light the fireplace, he turned to the window and opened it, wanting to breathe.

Then, Miss Yindi was seen walking into the empty house next door.

"Um......"

He clicked his tongue, then turned his head to look at the cat behind him. Chocolate yawned and climbed on the back of the sofa to play with the Orb of Life. It skillfully pushed the round bead around with its little paws. Even though the back of the sofa was not flat, the bead never rolled down.

"It's real chocolate. It seems I wasn't dreaming."

He took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling all the pollutants in the air outside the window being sucked into his lungs.

He closed the window, turned around, grabbed the Orb of Life and breathed it into his spirit, then picked up the reluctant cat and put on his coat and boots again in the hall. He opened the door and walked out of his home. After leaving the yard, he turned to the left, and then rang the bell at the fence of the Goodman family.

The lights in the Goodman house were still on, indicating that the family was still asleep. Soon, Mr. Goodman opened the door and stuck his head out. Seeing that it was Jenkins visiting, he immediately smiled enthusiastically and took off the anti-theft chain.

Their domestic cat slipped out of the door first, but when he looked up and saw the chocolate on Jenkins' shoulder, he immediately ran back in despair.

"Mr. Williams, please come in quickly!"

Mr. Goodman walked out of the door in his slippers, opened the gate and wanted to invite Jenkins in:

"Just after dinner, we baked some pies. You can try them too. They taste very good."

"No, no, thank you for the invitation."

Jenkins waved his hand quickly:

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, it's like this..."

Chapter 838 Chapter 821 New Neighbors

Jenkins stood in the cold wind and pointed to the neighbor's house on the other side of him, trying to explain what was going on there. At this time, the house is already lit, and Miss Yindi who entered it should be using the gas lamp:

"Excuse me, have new residents moved in on this street? If I remember correctly, there..."