The Master of the Strange Realm

"I don't blame dad, but I still want to figure it out."

Jenkins' hand tightly grasped the handrail next to the carriage. At this time, the carriage turned a corner, and the church was in front of it.

Without saying a word, Jenkins followed his father into the church door from the main entrance, passed through the newly restored wide doorway made of white marble, and whispered a prayer to the huge statue in the preaching hall.

After crossing the courtyard and greeting Captain Binsi on patrol, the two of them turned into an office.

Jenkins has been here, the Special Items Handling Office.

There was a strange middle-aged man in the office, the familiar Keeper Smith, and an elegant woman wearing a conservative nun's outfit.

Seeing the two people walking in, the three of them stood up together.

"This is the director of the Special Items Handling Office, Mr. Coppola Bellini. Mr. Smith, you have met. This is Miss Susan Bevanna."

"Hello dad, please take a seat. Mr. Williams, this is our first time meeting you. Please take a seat."

greeted Signor Bellini, the lowest of the three here.

Jenkins knows that the Keeper sequence has special significance in the church, and this Miss Bevanna...

"14 points of light, 1 bubble, is this the strongest person of the [Knowledge and Books] Church in Nolan Diocese?"

Jenkins nodded calmly, without any expression on his face.

Just like last time, Mr. Bellini and Mr. Smith sealed the room together. When the huge shadow of the Holy Emblem of the Sage appeared on the door, everyone took their seats.

"I know this is our fault, and I hope you won't doubt your beliefs because of this."

It was Miss Bevanna who spoke, and her meaning was similar to what Dad just said. It seemed that Dad really repeated what the church had to say.

But to be honest, Jenkins knew that this matter had little to do with his father. He was only a semi-clerical employee at the bottom of the church. At most, he had a higher confidentiality level than Jenkins because he worked longer hours.

PS: It was agreed to add 30 chapters to the shelves, but the editor suggested dividing it into three or two days to complete.

Chapter 100 Chapter 97 Head

But Jenkins promised that if he didn't explain things clearly today, he would have to give up his identity as Jenkins Willamt and turn the world upside down.

As long as a time-traveler who has no bottom line but has knowledge and ability is not cursed by the Hermit of Destiny, it is not impossible for him to remain infamy for eternity.

"You should know."

Miss Bevanna organized her words, spread out the book without a title in her hand, and five cups of hot tea immediately appeared on the table in front of everyone.

"Some time ago, the main force of the diocese, including myself, went to the Broken Islands to fight for a strange object. Thanks to A-01-2-0198 and A-10-2-9116, the general manager from the royal capital The Holy See had reason to send people to reinforce us, so we got the weird thing. "

Jenkins nodded, but she still didn't make the point.

"There is no record of this strange thing. It seems to have appeared on that desert island out of thin air. Its current number is A-10-1-0230 and it is named [Parchment from the Future]. Be the first to get that piece The person on the parchment is named Brosillo Jilib, an indigenous resident on the desert island, and it records his future self’s reminder of this point in time.”

This is very interesting. Jenkins frowned and turned to look at the moonlight outside the window. What is this, a time traveler versus a reborn person?

"It records many major events in the future, including one point: Mr. Jenkins Willamt of Nolan City will become the beast of disaster that leads to the end of this era 30 years later. Don't ask me what it is. The beast of disaster, this topic cannot be discussed here. In short, the parchment records that Jenkins Willamt, who has just become the bestower at this time, has initially mastered the power of blasphemy."

Jenkins' abilities are all innocent, but seeing spiritual lights, hearing divine voices, and having his soul become a god, can this be considered blasphemy...

"Do you believe it?"

Jenkins asked coldly.

"No, monsters are never trustworthy. To be honest, I don't even think that the security level of all discovered monsters should be set below 2. But the team heading to the Broken Islands has the spies of some people in the Holy See. Some of the news on the parchment reached Belduran. Mr. William's act of offering divinity to the sage gained enough merit, which blocked the way of some people, so the Holy See ordered that Nolan The diocese will test you.”

She nodded to Mr. Bellini, and the middle-aged gentleman cleared his throat and said: "A-10-3-9912, look into the mirror of the soul. This is the mirror you saw that night.

Characteristic 1: The ability to generate monsters of comparable strength based on the sins of the souls of the living creatures in front of the mirror. This criterion is absolutely correct.

Feature 2: Placing the benefactor's body in front of a mirror can display the soul emblem of the benefactor during his lifetime. While many rituals can accomplish this, this item is a little more convenient.

Feature 3: Place a special item in front of a mirror. If the item is a trick, cracks will appear on the edge of the mirror. Before Dad joined the church, this was how Nolan Parish judged monsters. "

He licked his lips: "Characteristic four, Mr. Williams, this trait must not be told to anyone else. Originally, it requires members with a very high level of confidentiality to know, but we are sorry for you, so don't Don't care about this anymore.

Characteristic 4: The gods project their divinity into the mortal world. After choosing a suitable container, they can integrate the divinity and temporarily walk the earth in the form of a saint. This mirror can identify the saint. "

Jenkins took a deep breath. The mirror did not reflect him that day. It was probably because his soul lacked divinity and the concealment function of the black robe caused the mirror to come up with the wrong answer. You must know that even if the inheritance sage lowered his gaze and stared at himself, he could not recognize him as a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

But if you can gain divinity again in the future, you must be careful about that mirror.

After thinking about it, Jenkins realized that it was extremely blasphemous to think about becoming a god in the church, but it was very exciting when he thought about it carefully.

"In summary, after using A-10-3-9912 to confirm your identity, we understand that there is something very wrong with that parchment."

Miss Bevanna sighed softly, and the somewhat green voice vibrated the air and reached Jenkins' ears, making his heart tremble suddenly.

"What's going on? Special ability? Her light spot doesn't light up?"

Jenkins was confused.

"Later, we used some special means to test and found that the parchment had an extremely weak simple intelligence. It was also a weird thing similar to a spirit body. The parchment itself can predict the future, but it is not accurate. Every other week, if the holder changes, it will display a letter from the future in the future identity of the holder. Of course, we now know that its predictions are inaccurate.”

"So what happened tonight?"

He asked again, feeling a little better. If this reason was not made up, then it would be barely acceptable - as long as the compensation was enough.

"Tonight is Nolan Parish's compensation to you. You personally killed the powerful possessed evil spirit, which can be regarded as a great achievement."

"So, Mr. Barnard escaped to me by chance after his body was severely injured?"

"Yes."

Mr. Bellini agreed, "This is just a compensation from the diocese to you. The compensation from the Holy See will come to Nolan together with the reward for dedicating yourself to divinity, about next week."

"I don't know if you are satisfied with this result."

Miss Bevanna finally asked.

Jenkins didn't speak, and his father, who had been silent behind him, didn't urge him.

He reached out to pick up a cup of tea from the table and took a sip. It was very sweet, as if a clear stream was flowing through his soul, and his whole body felt a little ecstasy.

"This is added with snow bee honey, a specialty shipped from the thousand-year-old frozen mountain range of the Hampavo Kingdom - Windisno Mountain. It can cleanse the spirit. Drinking some after coming into contact with strange things can avoid certain pollution. If If you like, I have a lot more here.”

The woman said bluntly, but Jenkins shook his head. The name Snow Bee was too unlucky. He had enough bad luck recently and didn't need more.

"I have another question, the Holy See..."

Bang~

Mr. Smith, the keeper of the secret, lifted a bronze box from his feet. The six sides of the box were printed with horrific images of evil spirits, but this was just an ordinary item. After opening it, there was a shocked head of a chubby middle-aged man inside.

PS: It’s almost 200,000 words. You should have noticed that Nolan is the main stage of this book. This place can be compared to a magical city. Although it is not the capital of the kingdom, it is of great significance.

Watching Long Kong two days ago, someone mentioned that demigods, that is, level 8 benefactors, appear too frequently. Let me explain here, demigods are just a title for mortals, and the gap between them and truly great beings is just like the gap between ordinary people and gods. Demigod simply means powerful and respected, but still an ant. Levels seven to eight are just more difficult, but there is no essential difference from before. They are still human beings, there is nothing special about them. In this book, the 12 righteous gods, 365 false gods, the protagonists, and the dozen or so masters of the mysterious realm that were mentioned secretly in the previous article but no one seems to have noticed are the supreme ones.

Chapter 101 Chapter 98 The Struggle for Power

"Patriarch Paul. This is the person hiding behind this matter. The Diocese of Nolan protested to the Holy See about your matter, and the Holy See's own Apostolic Office also noticed that this matter was fishy. This person, I sit in Take the steam train to Belduran and watch the execution with your own eyes.”

Jenkins' mouth twitched, killing decisively and powerfully! Now the resentment in my heart is almost resolved.

"It won't leave any trouble. I don't have any background. I have no one to rely on in the church. Only my father and Bishop Parrod can rely on. If his family..."

Dad gave Jenkins a light kick to signal him not to say such things.

"He has never been married and has always dedicated himself to the church. I never thought that he would do something like this if he made a wrong move."

As Mr. Smith said this, he put the lid on and pushed it to Jenkins, who quickly pushed it back.

"You don't have to give it to me, just settle this matter. But I hope that the church can fully trust its colleagues, ahem, its own scribes in the future. There is absolutely no problem with my loyalty to the goddess. Spreading knowledge for the sages will be My lifelong responsibility."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five people in the room drew the holy symbol on their chests in tacit agreement and whispered together:

"Praise the sage, may your light illuminate the way forward for people."

"The diocese will never let its scribes suffer, and the merits of tonight's action will be recorded on you. At the same time, the Holy See promises to provide a suitable compensation. I don't know if Mr. Williamette will be satisfied with this treatment."

"I can accept it."

Jenkins nodded to the mysterious lady, "It's really a pity that this happened, but the fault is not ours."

He glanced at the box with the head, "The mistakes of the predecessors can serve as a warning to future generations, and it is my honor to make contributions to future generations."

"As Captain Binsey said, you always say the right words at the right time... Mr. Williamette, I read your "Stories of Strangers" today, which is very interesting. As an author, can you sign a name for me?"

As she spoke, she opened the nameless book in her hand again, and her white fingers twisted a page, and shook it gently, and Jenkins's fairy tale collection appeared on the table beside her.

"Okay."

He took out the pen he carried with him from his pocket, opened the title page, and simply wrote his name.

"There are traces of flipping through the pages. He may not be a fan, but at least he has read it."

The discovery of this detail made him feel much better.

After sending Jenkins and his father away, Befanna sat back on the sofa, lowered her head and looked at the signature on the title page of the fairy tale book, and did not speak for a long time.

"Miss Befanna, is this all right?"

Mr. Bellini let out a long sigh and sat back in the chair in front of his desk. The keeper Smith remained silent.

"It's all right. The Vatican did something wrong. The Nolan Diocese and the Vatican are on the same level. Under the goddess, everyone is equal. The secular power has seriously corrupted the church in recent years. If I remember correctly, the father of the head in the box is a certain earl of the kingdom?"

"Yes, this matter is indeed related to those people with weak faith, but fortunately, it was stopped before the situation became serious. Mr. William's identity as the Son of God was chosen by the sage. How dare they be so bold... Humph, blasphemers!"

Mr. Bellini nodded and subconsciously wanted to take the cigarettes in the drawer, but seeing that there was still a lady present, he smiled apologetically.

"I'm afraid the next few years won't be peaceful. When we were at sea, we also saw the stars of the new god in the sky, the purple of fate. Ha~ But, is Mr. Williamite really okay?"

"At least we didn't find any problems."

Miss Bevanna took back her book and turned to look at the quiet night outside. "What Williamite said just now is right. The church should trust its scribes."

When walking out with Dad, the atmosphere was very awkward. Jenkins was very satisfied with the handling of this matter. He was purely suffering from an unprovoked disaster. Since the culprit had been killed and the compensation was good, there was no need to worry about anything.

But Dad seemed to think that he should not hide the truth.

"Dad."

He stopped his teacher in the empty courtyard.

"Say something to ease the atmosphere."

While thinking, he said:

"I won't return the pistol you lent me. That gun is very useful. The cost of moving to a new house is very high, and there are not enough gold pounds in my wallet."

Touching his head, he showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

The old man turned around with some surprise, "Just a pistol? That's all you can do?"

Jenkins immediately showed a look of surprise.

The two walked out side by side, but met an unexpected person in the dark preaching hall.

Bishop Palod sat on the bench closest to the pulpit, lowered his head, and prayed quietly to the statue of the sage in front of him.

The old man nodded to Jenkins, motioning him to stay, and then left here alone quietly.

"Sit down."

After the old man finished praying, he drew the holy emblem on his chest, and then said to Jenkins a little tiredly.

Jenkins sat down immediately, opened his pocket watch and looked down.

"It's twelve o'clock, sir, why haven't you slept yet?"

The old man in front of him was not a gifter. At his age, staying up late would cause great harm to the body. And Jenkins had long ago guessed that he died suddenly from staying up late playing games, which led to the crossing, so he was very sensitive to this aspect. Even if he was busy every day, he would not go to bed later than 12 o'clock.

"I'm waiting for you."

The old man turned his head and looked into Jenkins' eyes. His somewhat cloudy blue eyes were full of fatigue, but under the reflection of the moonlight, they had a different complex color.

"I almost know the whole story of this matter."

"Don't worry, it has been solved smoothly. I promise it to the goddess!"

Jenkins swore immediately.

"No, no."