The Master of the Strange Realm

The man said with a smile, raising his gun and pointing it at Jenkins.

"I'm not leaving."

Jenkins declared.

"In this day and age, it's rare to meet such a person. Young man, I don't know if you have been carried away by the knight's story, or if you simply don't understand what a gifter is. Do you really know what kind of power I have?" ?"

The man standing under the streetlight asked with a smile.

“I have friends in the church, so I know some things about the supernatural.”

Jenkins answered, and then took the initiative to throw the gun in his left hand aside. The man opposite had a strong defense, and an ordinary pistol was useless.

Miss Windsor did not know that Jenkins was a scribe, and Jenkins did not want her to know. So next, either find an opportunity to get the battlefield out of the woman's sight, or find a way to defeat the opponent using ordinary people's means. Jenkins has already made a decision in his mind.

"I admire people with courage. Since you took the initiative to abandon the gun and choose the sword, then I can give you a chance to live. If you can beat me, I can let you leave and only take that woman with me."

As he said that, the man under the streetlight also dropped his pistol and only held his cane with gold ornaments. Jenkins noticed that next to the fallen firearm was a metal charm, the [Silence Charm], which was used to prevent the few gunshots just now from attracting the attention of the police or other people.

Miss Windsor behind her obviously wanted to stop Jenkins, but Jenkins had quickly jumped out of the carriage and entered the battlefield with a sword in one hand. The man under the street lamp shook the cane in his right hand hard, causing it to make a sharp sound, and then left the street lamp with a smile.

The two looked at each other, taking careful steps to test. Jenkins suddenly leaned forward without moving his feet, and ducked back when the opponent threw the cane out. Taking advantage of the cane being pushed forward too hard and unable to retreat, he thrust forward with his sword in one hand.

衡~

The cane that was struck downward changed direction in the air, and the sword tip actually hit the cane.

The thrust caused both of them to pause for less than a second, and then the stranger's right wrist shook violently. The force was transferred from the cane to the sword, and the sword was suddenly flicked upward with Jenkins' right hand.

This successful rebound caused Jenkins' midfielder to open wide. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the stranger once again swung his cane at Jenkins' head with one hand.

"good chance!"

Jenkins secretly thought that the opponent's current strength was not greater than his own. He was deliberately bounced by the opponent just now. [Reading and Writing] With rapid movement, a short metal dagger appeared silently in the sleeve of his left hand.

At the same time that the sword was flicked upward with his right hand, Jenkins raised his left hand, and the momentum caused the dagger in his sleeve to fly out, and then it happened to be held in his hand.

There was another clang, and the short dagger barely held the cane that was slashing downwards. Jenkins stood firmly on the spot, not even trying to retreat, but his right hand that had risen into the air controlled the sword to strike downwards fiercely.

This sword hit the stranger's left shoulder firmly and hard. If it were an ordinary person, Jenkins would definitely split the bone with a full blow. But this did not cause any wounds to the opponent. Sparks flew everywhere and Jenkins' hands were numb from the shock.

Through the small opening in his clothes that was scratched by the sword blade, he saw that under the scar on the skin was not flesh and blood, but brass-colored metal.

"The Gear Craftsmen's Guild! It's another accomplice of the guy at the Antiquities Fair!"

Jenkins finally understood who his opponent was, decisively gave up the sword in his right hand and stepped back. He dodged the cane that cut through the air, and stretched his right hand backwards. The cat in the carriage suddenly jumped into the palm of his hand, and then used it as a springboard to jump along the arm and onto the shoulder.

Turning to the left again to avoid another blow, [Nian Shu] used the same method to construct a dagger in the sleeve of his right hand.

When the cane struck fiercely towards the door, two daggers were raised at the same time to hold the cane.

"I originally thought you were just an embroidered pillow, but I didn't expect you to actually have some close combat skills. It seems that Miss Windsor has a good taste. I knew that a noble lady from a big family would not only like the skin of a man."

The man praised Jenkins, but Jenkins ignored him. He raised his leg and kicked him back two steps.

Phew~

He threw the dagger in his right hand, then turned around and grabbed Miss Windsor with his right hand:

"Let's go!"

As he spoke, he turned around and threw the dagger in his left hand. While the man was dodging, the two of them had already run into the alley.

"He's obviously not even afraid of bullets, so why do he hide from my dagger?"

Only the moonlight can illuminate this narrow alley, and the young men and women walking in it keep walking between the dimness and the moonlight. Jenkins asked in a low voice, but Miss Windsor, who was being pulled by him, could not answer. Jenkins had some guesses that the opponent's body transformation probably hadn't lasted long, and he hadn't fully used his excellent defense yet.

"Jenkins, let's split up so at least one of us can escape."

Miss Windsor suggested, trying to break free from Jenkins' hand and turn around and run in the direction she came from, but she would never be as strong as Jenkins.

"No, this is more dangerous."

Although he was out of sight, the man was following behind the two of them. Jenkins couldn't guarantee whether he would chase him directly once they were separated, or kidnap Miss Windsor directly before Jenkins changed into a black robe and returned.

He had a better idea. Seeing that there was another fork in the alley ahead, he quickened his pace and came to a position ahead of Miss Windsor. Then he turned around and looked behind her, pretending to be horrified:

"What is that?"

Miss Windsor had no time to turn around, and only saw the surprised expression on Jenkins' face. At this moment, the two looked at each other, and the [Nightmare Haunting] evolved from [Soul Out of the Body] took effect. Sleepiness came like a tide, and Miss Windsor fell forward and immediately fell into Jenkins' arms:

"Oh, God, what is that?"

Jenkins was still looking back, and this was the last sentence Miss Windsor heard before falling asleep.

"Meow~"

The cat on the shoulder licked its paws, looking down on Jenkins' little tricks.

The woman breathed evenly and had fallen into a deep dream. Because she was hypnotized by [Nightmare Haunting], she would inevitably dream of something horrible. But this is better than being taken away by the bad guys. After all, dreams are fake, but the man who slowly walked out of the shadows behind them is real.

Although the stranger had been following the two, he did not catch the brief hypnotic moment. He frowned and watched Jenkins move Miss Windsor to the wall and leaned her head against the wall, and then saw Jenkins straighten up and look at him impatiently.

"What happened to her?"

After his companion disappeared strangely on the train, the latest order he received was to bring Jessica Windsor back alive. Just now, he said he would kill her, but it was just a threat.

"She fell asleep."

Jenkins explained, and stretched out his right hand to take out the bone holy sword from the air.

He placed the sword across his chest, pressed his left hand on the surface of the hilt, and slowly pulled the sword to the right with his right hand. The sword slid under his left palm, and the place where it passed was attached by the jumping orange-yellow gift fire.

When the tip of the sword was pulled out from under his left palm, the entire sword was covered by the flames. Jenkins waved his sword in the air twice, leaving two faint fire marks in the air.

"You..."

The Artisan's Gifter took a breath and his face became serious:

"Gifter, are you also a Gifter?"

"Is it too stupid to ask this question now?"

He raised his sword and came forward, sweeping across the man when he was still twenty feet (about 6m) away. The sword was dyed red by the flames, and the whole sword hit the stranger as if it had grown in vain.

Pure physical damage could hardly destroy the alloy with the power of the weird under his skin, which was treated by a special ritual, but the flame attached to the sword burned through the metal first, and then the curse of the undead continued to destroy the remaining biological activity along with the flesh and blood.

The huge force then destroyed the burnt metal and the black flesh and blood. When the sword was retracted, the man standing in front of Jenkins was divided into two sections.

As the upper body fell to the ground and the lower body fell, the metal parts were scattered all over the ground. But he was not dead. His remaining upper body pounced towards Jenkins, and then was kicked away by Jenkins.

"I never like to interrogate others."

He pointed his finger, and the vines hanging from the sky pounced on the man's head like a snake. Even though the body had been transformed by gear machinery, the soul was still intact, so the vines sucked the blasphemy as usual, and left Jenkins an illusory coin when they left.

He bent down to pick up the coin, tossed it twice and put it in his pocket, then kicked the body with oil and black blood flowing out to the side with disgust.

Chapter 1579 Chapter 1554 Aftermath

The alley under the moonlight was in a mess, and the two moons witnessed the unfair battle just now.

Looking at the messy alley and Miss Windsor who was still sleeping behind him, Jenkins had an idea in his mind. Turning around and sitting not far from Miss Windsor, he put the cat on the ground, and then used [Real Phantom] to leave a shadow in the original place.

Let Chocolate stay beside the shadow, and put on a black robe to change his image, and go to clean up the "corpse" of the cultist.

Soon, a slight noise came from behind, indicating that Miss Windsor woke up. Jenkins gathered the broken corpse and the scattered gears, bearings, and nuts together for easy cleaning, took the hotel room key from the corpse, and then turned around and said:

"I know you are awake, no need to pretend to sleep."

Miss Windsor opened her eyes, touched her clothes and looked around vigilantly. The first thing she saw was naturally a corpse with a head exposed from the shadow of the side wall of the alley, then she saw Jenkins lying not far away, Chocolate obediently guarding beside him, and finally saw the stranger standing in front of the shadow.

"Jenkins, that man over there, what did you do to him?"

"He fell asleep like you, and he will probably wake up in a few minutes."

Jenkins said, then squatted down to check the marks on the corpse's clothes and soles, and searched for the change in his pocket, and finally stood up and pointed at the corpse:

"This thing is left to you to deal with, remember to contact the church to take the body away, this is not something that ordinary people should collect."

"You saved us?"

"Save? No, no, no, this person and I have a grudge, I just want to kill him. As for the two of you, you have nothing to do with me. I am not the kind of bad guy who likes to kill people at will."

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Anyway, it was you who saved us, please allow me to express my gratitude."

Miss Windsor stood up holding on to the wall, wanting to check on Jenkins, but she didn't know if the stranger would allow her to move around as she pleased.

"I don't know what you need, but if you encounter trouble in the future, you can always come to me for help. I am the daughter of the Duke of Windsor..."

"If you want to win over me, forget it. I have no interest in being a bodyguard for ordinary people."

Jenkins waved his hand, then turned and walked to the other end of the alley. Waiting until his figure disappeared completely, Miss Windsor dared to make a move. Jenkins, who was lying on the ground, woke up at this time. He covered his forehead and groaned, then looked around alertly and saw Miss Windsor walking towards here:

"Oh, what happened? That body... It's great that you are okay. Who saved us? I seemed to have fallen asleep just now. Are you injured? Are you okay?"

He patted his head hard twice, trying to wake himself up. Then he looked at the scattered corpses with frightened eyes, which was very consistent with his current character setting of "knowing the extraordinary but not deeply involved".

"It was a strange man who saved us."

Miss Windsor said with lingering fear, her hands were shaking, after all, no matter how strong she is, she is only a girl in her twenties. Looking at Jenkins, he wanted him to say something personal, but Jenkins obviously didn't think of this.

"Tonight was so..."

As he spoke, he pulled the cat out of his pocket with one hand. Then he took off his coat and draped it around Miss Windsor. He pretended to be curious and walked to the body to check it out.

"Is that strange person... gone?"

Jenkins tentatively asked about his whereabouts.

"gone."

Miss Windsor nodded slightly, lowered her head and looked at the coat she was wearing:

"He said let us hand this body over to the Zhengshen Church and not to dispose of it carelessly."

"Oh, yes, of course. And the bodies of your escorts in the street..."

His voice deepened, feeling sad for the innocent people who died:

"Because of the relationship with the church, I understand some mysterious worlds that ordinary people cannot know, but I never thought that those people would be so cruel. The righteous gods will punish the cultists, and the evil ones will be severely punished."

"Sorry for bringing you into this."

Miss Windsor walked behind Jenkins and said softly, and saw the bodies gathered together with him. The broken wound, the mixture of machinery and flesh and blood, was really mind-numbing. Miss Windsor just glanced at it and felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. She subconsciously leaned to the side, almost leaning on Jenkins.

"Don't look at this thing. I've heard others say that only the same transcendence or firm belief can make people look directly at the indescribable things. Don't look at this, take a big breath, relax, and try to think of other happy things. , forget the memory just now.”

He said softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the quiet night. This whisper-like voice was unexpectedly friendly. Miss Windsor's thoughts drifted along with his words, and her originally swollen mind gradually relaxed.

"You are indeed very religious."

She said softly, noticing her inappropriate posture while leaning against Jenkins, and stood up straight carefully:

"Jenkins, I still have to say, I'm sorry for involving you tonight. Let me handle the matter of this body, and I will give it to the church. I won't say that you were there, after all, you I just came out of Cold Spring Palace, this time is very sensitive.”

Miss Windsor said thoughtfully that she was concerned about Jenkins, who was in such a sensitive position, and there was no need to cause trouble at such a time. This is what Jenkins hopes for. Ordinary people who don't understand the situation will believe the lie that Jenkins was unconscious, but the church knows that Jenkins spent a long time with a genuine demigod a few days ago.

You don't necessarily doubt him, after all, Miss Windsor's description can easily make people contact believers of lies, and those people's magical powers are sometimes more troublesome than demigods. But Jenkins never did anything to raise suspicion, so it was better to be able to say he wasn't there.

"No need to say sorry, after all, no one expected this. However, do you know who sent this? This is very important. If the cause of the disaster is not known, this kind of thing might happen again. "

Jenkins wants to know what the cultist is up to.

"I have many enemies, and my father and the Windsor family also have many enemies. But don't worry, I also hired some... helpers, but I didn't let them follow me tonight."

That's because she is meeting with Jenkins tonight, and Miss Windsor doesn't want Jenkins to have a relationship with the supernatural world.

When asked about her enemies, she was a little unsure:

"I don't know who made such a big move to hire a benefactor to deal with me, but there are only a few families in Beldiran who can have such power. I will investigate as soon as possible."

Chapter 1580 Chapter 1555 Invitation and Skeleton

Hearing that Miss Windsor didn't know the origin of tonight's hijacking incident, Jenkins nodded and ended the topic.

As for Miss Windsor's safety, he was not worried at all. After all, the letter seized on the train of the Antiques Market had already shown that the Gear Craftsmen had only sent two Gifters to Beldiran. Their main force was still in Nolan. Now was the critical period for the underground differential machine to break the seal, and the church had already figured out their purpose and hiding place. Even if they knew that the two sect members in Beldiran had failed, it would be difficult to send suitable personnel to carry out the mission again in a short period of time.

Of course, finding out their purpose of taking Miss Windsor away in time and destroying this evil sect was the only way to eliminate the trouble forever. Jenkins would return to Nolan next week, and the city, which he had been away from for two months, would become his hunting ground again.