The Master of the Strange Realm

Those eyes reflected the brilliant white sword light, which seemed to be able to split everything, from far to near in an instant.

Huh~

Jenkins did a sword dance and then sheathed his sword and slowly exhaled a long breath. Opposite him, the ice-sculpted swordsman had been split into two. His "corpse" slowly sank beneath the ice, leaving only his long sword in place.

The ice surface was still vibrating. The fountain rose in the center of the square, and then really started to spray water. Ice sculpture benches appeared unevenly distributed on the edge of the square. There were lampposts scattered in the square, and there was no one under the lampposts. The hawker's cart parked there quietly.

Various ice sculptures rise in turn, making the originally empty square suddenly become crowded. An ice flag appeared on the flagpole. Although it could not flutter in the night wind, Jenkins could still see the symbols on the flag at that moment.

That is the symbol of a snowflake. As far as Jenkins knows, no family or force uses such a symbol to represent itself.

"What's the meaning?"

He wondered in his heart, and bent down to pick up the gifted sword. But as soon as his hand touched the sword, the sword turned into a blue light and shrank into a point of light.

The light spot is actually a chess piece, the chess piece of the sword holder. The carving technique is no different from the ice chess piece held by Jenkins.

"Um......"

He was stunned for a while, then he took the swordsman's chess pieces into his body, and then crossed the "lively" square and climbed up the steps in front of the gate.

After both feet stepped on the ice steps, footsteps appeared from inside the palace gate. The steps were steady and powerful. When Jenkins climbed all the steps and came to the door, he happened to see the ice sculpture of the knight standing there.

"Welcome, guest, I am the gatekeeper here. If you want to enter the palace, you need to prove your qualifications to me."

The ice sculpture said, using a woman's voice. Although it had almost no ups and downs, one could unexpectedly feel the unique emotional color of intelligent creatures.

"How can I prove it? Do I want to fight you too?"

Jenkins asked, ready to draw his sword again.

"No, nobility does not need to be proved by brute force. Please answer my question, guest, what do you understand by chivalry?"

The ice sculpture horse under the knight's crotch snorted impatiently, and took two steps in front of the gate with its nailed front hooves.

“Be kind to the weak;

Stand up to rape;

fight against all error;

Fight for the defenseless;

Help anyone who asks me for help;

Do no harm to any woman;

Help my brother knight;

Treat my friends sincerely;

I will stay true to the one I love until death. "

Jenkins said quickly, because he was already too cold and wanted to get indoors quickly. This question was not difficult for him. Similar words were said to Miss Windsor when he first met her in Belduran.

He is not a knight anyway, so saying such beautiful words has no psychological burden on him.

"I recognize your spirit and welcome you, guest."

The knight nodded to Jenkins, and then she and her horse scattered into blue points of light and flew into the air. Those light spots drifted towards the outside of the castle, and they adhered to the walls, columns, windows and stairs, leaving behind continuous patterns and complex decorations.

The last point of light stopped in front of Jenkins, who reached out and took it, then realized it was the knight's chess piece.

He silently took the chess piece back into his spirit, raised his legs and entered the palace. Although the temperature inside is still very low, at least there is no biting cold wind.

The door faces two spiraling stairs leading to the second floor. In front of the stairs, there are corridors leading to the sides on the left and right sides of the hall, and in the center of the empty hall, an ice sculpture holding a crystal ball is waiting for Jenkins.

"This time it's the wizard's turn... Are there gunmen, killers and berserkers waiting for me ahead?"

Jenkins couldn't help but said, stepping towards the center of the hall.

"No, I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

The ice sculpture replied, this is the image of an old man:

"First of all, I'm not a wizard, I'm an astrologer; secondly, haven't you ever played Prank Board? This is the most fun chess game that has been popular from the 7th Era (Note) to the era of my lifetime."

"I'm sorry, it's the 18th century now, and I've never heard of a prank chessboard... Excuse me, does that have anything to do with Mr. Prank?"

Jenkins asked hesitantly.

His question seemed to please the old man who called himself an astrologer, and he probably really enjoyed the board game.

"Yes, the prank chessboard was invented by the great master before he achieved himself. It is also one of the few inventions by the master that does not have the function of prank... Although I have heard that some people were activated after losing. There are 29 types of chess pieces in this chess game, but there are only five main categories: swordsman, archer, knight, astrologer, and priest. Since you have the archer, I thought you already knew it. at this point."

PS: Mr. Mischief achieved [Master] at the end of the Sixth Age, which is mentioned in the information.

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Chapter 1235 Chapter 1214 The Priest on the Roof

"Five types of chess pieces? Hmm... I have a lot to say now, but you won't understand if I say it. This is really lonely... Forget it, I won't ask why there are no thieves. So, is this palace also the work of Mr. Mischief? Also, how do I get to the second floor? I don’t think you will let me go straight up.”

Jenkins asked with a sigh, forgetting to even shiver due to the momentary sadness.

"No, this has nothing to do with the great one, it's just that the master who created this palace likes this game as much as I do. As for continuing upward... Yes, I am a diviner, so distinguished guests, we Let’s see if fate is willing to let you move forward.”

As the astrologer spoke, the crystal ball held in his hand emitted a purple light that represented destiny. It was at this moment that a circle suddenly appeared under Jenkins' feet, and then a pentagram pattern representing the essence of his own soul appeared; then colorful and complex rings were superimposed on the outside of the circle, and there was some noise in his ears. The sound was like the audience cheering in a theater.

The clear sound of breaking glass appeared in his ears, and then Jenkins realized that it was not glass at all but ice breaking. Cracks appeared on the surface of the crystal ball, and then the crystal ball split into eight petals... Jenkins' dynamic vision could only capture eight petals, and he fell to the floor.

"It turns out that your guest is also a fortune teller, and you seem to be from my school."

The astrologer looked at his crystal ball regretfully, and then said melancholy.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Jenkins was a little unsure whether he had heard the word "school" just now.

"Very good, it turns out that my inheritance has not disappeared until the 18th century. It seems that the great [Lord of Winter] has already arranged everything. Young man, you are welcome to come, and destiny will guide your way forward."

He was talking to himself, ignoring Jenkins, and the ice sculpture's body exploded into white ice powder. Ice powder floats to every place in the castle. Wherever it passes, furniture, decorative armor, wall tapestries, oil paintings, etc. appear one by one.

Of course, these are also made from ice.

"school?"

Jenkins still remembered that he had joined the school of prophets that Miss Bronyance and Miss Audrey belonged to. He also heard that this school had been passed down from ancient times, but he did not expect that he would meet the ancestors of the school.

"But how did he know that I belong to the school? My purple destiny ability is not an ability passed down by the school...and isn't he an astrologer? He is not a diviner."

Thinking of this question, a light seemed to flash in Jenkins' mind, and he felt the pleasure of easily opening a layer of paper with his fingers:

"Could it be said that in the time he lived, astrologers and diviners were the same kind of people! In the time he lived, there was no separation between the [astrology] priesthood and the [divination] priesthood at all! In the time he lived, it was very likely that those two Zhengshen, not yet at all..."

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, fearing that his nose would bleed again.

There was originally a mirror-like layer of ice under my feet, but now the ice layer was covered with patterns, like a carpet. Taking two steps forward and picking up the astrologer's chess piece, he remembered a special word that the astrologer just said:

【Lord of Winter】

"This should be another master. Is everything happening tonight because of this one?"

The palace has more than one level, as Jenkins clearly knew when looking from the outside. He climbed up the stairs and encountered no obstacles on the second floor, so he continued to the third floor.

I stopped in front of the stairs on the third floor for a while, looked at the dark horizon in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the stairs, and then came to the fourth floor.

The area of ​​the upper floors was smaller than that of the lower floors. There was only one straight corridor on the fourth floor. I glanced at it to make sure there was nothing there, and then continued to climb to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is a huge terrace, with a tower behind the stairwell. You need to go around from the first floor to the other side of the building to get up, which means that the fifth floor is the end of the main staircase.

The terrace is covered with a layer of snow, and the ice sculpture stands on the edge of the terrace with its back to Jenkins, looking toward the mountains in the distance.

"Welcome, god of lies, sacrifice of the sacred tree, lucky man beloved by the gods, welcome here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Before Jenkins could speak, the ice sculpture turned around. It was the image of an old man in a robe, with a beard that almost fell to his chest.

"Sacrifice of the Holy Tree?"

Jenkins asked, which he had done a lot tonight.

"Since a long time ago, my Lord has given me the responsibility of guarding this palace. This palace usually does not appear in the material world. I am waiting in my Lord's world. Once the right time comes, ice and snow will cover the material world again. The land of the North, I will come here, waiting for a person who can endure the extreme cold, who can have both wisdom and force, and who can save the world... After all, this was once the territory of my lord. Waiting, many, many years ago, a mortal was lucky enough to arrive at the entrance of the ice ladder, and outmaneuvered the archers guarding the bridge..."

It goes without saying that he is talking about the ancestors of the Stuart family. As for other clues, Jenkins has now confirmed that the [Lord of Winter] should also be a certain master.

Jenkins admired his spirit of telling what he knew after meeting, and hoped that he could tell more, preferably everything he didn't know, so that tonight was not in vain. Get cold.

"So what are you waiting here for? Now I'm here."

"Many years ago, I had a doubt in my heart, so I asked my Lord: Extreme cold can freeze the human heart, but the warmth of the human heart can melt all extreme cold. So, which one has more power, the human heart or the extreme cold? .

My Lord did not give me a direct answer, but asked me to stay here and wait for someone who can answer this question. "

His piercing eyes looked at Jenkins, who then pointed to himself:

"So you want me to give you an answer, and that's why you dragged me to a place like this so late?"

He was really cold. Any ordinary person who had what he experienced tonight would probably have been frozen to death.

"No, I invited you here for something else... You are the god of lies, how could I turn to you for answers?"

The old man asked doubtfully, and the corners of Jenkins' mouth twitched. He felt that the answer was impeccable and he could not refute it at all.

Chapter 1236 Chapter 1215 Help from the Great One

"But now I have passed the previous tests and got these."

He moved his hand forward, and four ice-blue chess pieces representing swordsmen, archers, knights, and astrologers floated in front of him. He has no ability such as telekinesis. This is not achieved by strong mental power and control of gifts. It is purely the simple application of the [Ice Condensation] ability that makes them float.

"It doesn't matter, since you got them, they are naturally yours. God of lies, our Lord felt that the contract he made with the spirit of nature was touched, and a bold mortal called his sight not long ago, worried about material The elemental balance of the world has been broken because of this, so I was sent to help the mortals, and at the same time, I continue to wait for the person who can answer my question - don't look at me like this, I really don't need your answer."

Seeing Jenkins nodding to express understanding, he continued:

"When I appeared with this palace, I happened to observe a nearby snowman who had been sealed by mortals escaping. I wanted to solve it, but I saw you. This solved all the questions. I was still wondering why. My Lord gave me those things, but I obviously can't use them... So that's it, the thoughts of the Great One are really not something I can speculate on... So, since you are here too, then the elements Naturally, there is no need for me to intervene due to the imbalance and changes in the ice and snow people in the far north.

My Lord has given me the tools to deal with this matter. You can take it with you before you leave. It would be more appropriate for you to solve this accident than for me, who specializes in ice and snow abilities. And, I know you still have questions about this accident, so I invited you here. Do you have anything else to ask? "

Hearing this, Jenkins nodded clearly, and had a new understanding of the relationship between the "Frost Victory Contract" and the Lord. However, this was the first time he met such a kind and responsible master. The personalities of those he had indirect contact with in the past six months seemed to be a bit...

There was obviously no rain or snow, but there was a flash of thunder in the sky. Jenkins looked at his nose, nose and heart, and dared not think about anything. After waiting for a while, he asked again:

"As for your question, do you really not need me to answer it?"

"It's really not necessary."

The old man's ice sculpture slowly shook its head and firmly rejected Jenkins's kindness.

"Well, I do have some questions that I would like to know... The material world still has a tradition of celebrating the Ice and Snow Festival. Is this festival related to the great [Lord of Winter]?"

"Yes, that is my Lord who has not yet achieved the position of being the master, taking on..."

He paused and immediately changed his words:

"That was a festival established by mortals to thank Him for His protection when My Lord's name was still circulating in the material world. It is indeed related to My Lord."

"What did he want to say just now?"

Jenkins thought in confusion, thought about it and guessed:

"It can't be 'a festival for those who have not yet achieved the position of master and assumed the position of righteous god'... hmm? This seems to be a real possibility!"

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the bottom of his nose. He only felt that his nose was frozen and lost consciousness, but he did not feel the flowing nosebleed, so he felt that his sanity could still hold on:

"If this is the case, are all the rulers promoted by the righteous gods? No, although the history of the church is not very coherent, and there are not as many righteous gods in ancient times as there are today, but at least I know that there have never been The sudden disappearance of a Righteous God means the disappearance of the Righteous God. This is an absolutely major event. No matter how serious the loss of history is, there will never be any records. "

There were some complicated questions in his mind waiting for answers, but the cold temperature seemed to freeze his brain. Jenkins was unable to make further reasoning for the time being, so he thought of solving the matter at hand first.

"So this accident, I mean the abnormal weather and the riots of the Northern Yeti Legion, are they just accidents caused by mortals?"

"Not entirely, now is the end of the era. Chaos and war are destined to happen. The cause of the disaster has been laid down a long time ago, and the elemental imbalance did not only start to appear because the contract between the nobles was touched. Lies. God, you should have a deeper understanding of fate than I do, and all of this is destined.”

The priest answered the question in a chanting tone, but of course, his speaking speed was still very slow.

"Oh well."

Jenkins said this, feeling that his internal organs were frozen at this moment. But at the same time, he felt sober as never before, and his body was not stiff due to the extreme cold, but instead became more energetic.

"The last question, how do I solve all this? Although I am a god who resides in the material world, you should be able to see that I am not in a complete god state at the moment. Even with the weapons given by the [Lord of Winter], It’s not necessarily able to heal the effects of elemental imbalance.”

"This is very simple. My Lord has already anticipated all this. Please accept this."