The Master of the Strange Realm

Several children playing barefoot ran past Jenkins, and were scolded by the postman who was almost knocked over on the other side. The carriage bells rang from far to near to remind pedestrians. The gentleman in the hat on the carriage covered his nose and looked at the drunkard who disappeared in the deep alley with some disgust. The weather was good today, so you can see the thick chimneys in the distance and the black smoke that was still spewing.

"Welcome to this world, Jenkins."

He stopped and said to himself in his heart.

[Knowledge and Books] The church is located in the center of Nolan. From the location, it is not close to Jenkins's home.

Jenkins stared at the sunset alone for a while, thinking about everything that belonged to the original owner in his heart, and decided to live a different life from now on.

This body is already 20 years old, which is enough for a poor man to be a father in this era, but Jenkins still behaves like a child.

It refers not only to living with parents, but also to the image and behavior in all aspects.

He was stunned for a while and decided to take the carriage back. The original owner didn't come here often, and his memory of the way back was vague. Besides, isn't he rich now?

He walked along the road for a while and found an empty carriage at the next intersection. The coachman with a dark hat looked at Jenkins suspiciously for a while until he saw the silver brooch on his chest.

"It seems that I am despised."

Jenkins thought in his heart.

Nolan City is the most developed coastal city in the Kingdom of Fidictli. It is not only the estuary of many rivers, but also an excellent deep-water port. Although it is not possible to avoid freezing all year round, the city is always bustling even in the coldest winter.

Because the city carries a variety of tasks, the area of ​​the city has been increasing in recent years. The continuous influx of bankrupt farmers and speculators has made the slums in the lower city larger and larger; and the capitalists and nobles have earned enough profits, and they also hope that there will be more shops and entertainment venues in the city for them to enjoy.

"This is the best of times, and the worst of times."

Jenkins said to himself in his heart.

The coachman here didn't have the nagging habit of the taxi driver in the previous life. After half an hour of silence, the carriage stopped steadily at the intersection of Privet Drive. Jenkins also tested it during the journey and found that the green ability could indeed activate the emblem, which was a sapling.

After the carriage stopped, he poked his head out of the carriage. Good, there were no familiar neighbors.

Pulling out a green banknote of one gold list from his pocket, the coachman looked at it carefully, then rummaged in his pocket for a while, and gave them two blue 10 shillings with the Queen's head printed on them, and a silver coin of 1 shilling. Of course, it was impure silver.

12 pence = 1 shilling, 24 shillings = 1 gold pound. It is not just grammar that restricts the poor from climbing to a higher class. Mathematical conversion is enough to build a barrier for the middle class.

Number 7 Privet Drive is Jenkins' home, a three-story building with an independent small garden.

"Don't be nervous, I'll perform from memory later."

Jenkins Williamette, the second son of the Williamette family, has an older brother and a younger brother. The Williamette family is now a real middle class. Robert Williamette, the head of the family, ran a grocery store in front of the dock in the early years. He sent Jenkins's eldest brother to college by earning money from the sailors.

Two years ago, Mr. Williamette envied those "lucky people" who became rich overnight because of precise investment. So regardless of the opposition of his family, he chased the trend of this crazy era, took out most of the funds accumulated over the years, and invested with others in a marine mineral that "may" exist in the shallow sea outside Nolan City.

The luck of the nouveau riche is only accidental, and Robert's end is naturally to lose all his money.

But Mr. Williamette's luck is that among the "players" who invest in marine minerals, there are not only small shopkeepers like him. Mr. Smith, a tycoon who came to invest from the royal capital-Beldiran, somehow saw Williamette's talent and decided to hire him to work in his company.

After a year, the former small grocery store owner actually got promoted to the management of the Nolan branch of the Smith Union Mining Company. This matter seems strange to Jenkins now, but he can't tell what others want from their family.

Although he is just a small sales team leader, everyone knows how much money the sales department of the mining company has.

A year later, the Williamite family, who made a fortune because of this series of "coincidences", not only moved from the Edilan District where they originally lived to the Sabin District, but also successfully sent their youngest son to the [Nolan Private Third Preparatory College] exclusively for the nobility.

Edilan District is an area in Nolan City that is only slightly better than the slums, while the Sabin District is inhabited by genuine middle-class gentlemen. And the point that Mrs. Williamite appreciates most is that all residents in the Sabin District have steam pipes.

Compared with the eldest and youngest sons of the Williams family, the second son, Jenkins Williams, gave old William a lot of worry. His talent for studying was really not that good, and he was unwilling to follow the path of his eldest brother. He always hung out with those bad friends every day.

After repeated persuasion failed, Mr. Williamite simply let Jenkins wander the streets all day long, and planned to send him to learn a craft in the future, so that he could make a living in the future, and if he was lucky, he could marry a civilian girl with a pretty appearance.

Section 18 Chapter 17 Williamite's House

Jenkins naturally would not agree, but old Williams threatened not to add his name to the will, so Jenkins was forced to start this "last vacation".

——Then Jenkins became Jenkins.

He walked hesitantly to the door of the house, first pushed open the fence door of the yard, then walked up the steps, and knocked on the door under the awning.

It's not that there is no key to the house, but the original owner doesn't like to open the door, no matter how late it is, he always knocks on the door.

"I'm back."

He said awkwardly to the middle-aged woman who opened the door.

Today is a working day, Jenkins' father has not finished get off work at the mining company, and his younger brother is still in class. The only eldest brother has already moved to the school to live, and Jenkins is the only idle person in the family.

"I'm glad you're back. Come in. We'll have dinner soon."

With a loving smile, Mary William gave Jenkins a big hug. She didn't ask him what he did at the bishop's place, but quickly told the maid to take out home clothes and shoes for Jenkins.

Although they were middle class, the William family was also the richest among the middle class. In a situation that Jenkins couldn't understand, old William grabbed wealth that normal people couldn't imagine.

"It's a big question. I'll investigate this later."

Jenkins reminded himself in his heart, and then changed his clothes with the help of the middle-aged woman in an apron.

In addition to the hired cook and maid, Jenkins's younger brother also had a tutor. The former two were hired from the "Nolan City Home Economics Center" through introductions, and the latter old gentleman was Jenkins's eldest brother's former teacher.

I don't remember how much they were paid, but it should not be less than the job Jenkins just got.

Every aspect of this family is full of vitality, except for Jenkins.

Before he could go back to his room to rest, the head of the family, Robert William, came back with his youngest son, John William.

"Oh, Jenkins is back."

The middle-aged man handed the briefcase to the maid on the side, changed his shoes, and then walked up to give Jenkins, who stood up, a big hug.

"How was your time at Bishop Palod's last night? Little Jenkins was not scolded, was he?"

He had a big smile on his face. Although the original owner was not as good as his brothers in all aspects, Robert's love for the three brothers was the same.

"It's okay."

Jenkins nodded somewhat uncomfortably, feeling very embarrassed but unable to refuse.

"I am Jenkins William."

He kept reminding himself in his heart that although he felt like a thief who stole someone else's identity, he really liked this identity.

After being asked by Mary William to wash their hands, the family sat down in the restaurant. Most of the tableware in front of them was silver, which was a habit that the William family had recently developed. From this alone, we can see how many gold pounds Robert earned from the mining company.

"Please wait a moment."

Before everyone ate, Jenkins stood up and indicated that he had something to announce.

"I met Bishop Palod last night and stayed at his place for one night. The bishop said a lot to me, although I still didn't understand most of it."

He touched his hair embarrassedly, and Mary smiled and encouraged him to continue.

"Although I didn't understand most of it, the bishop was right. I have grown up and can't live like this anymore."

"Oh, goddess!"

Mary exclaimed, drawing a complex square symbol on her chest. Robert nodded with relief, and even Jenkins's brother John smiled and clapped gently.

"What kind of image do you have in your family's heart? Can you get this effect by saying a few empty words?"

While criticizing the original owner of the body, Jenkins took out the brooch given by Bishop Palod from his pocket.

"The bishop arranged a job for me, hoping that I can settle down from now on. I accepted it. This is his gift."

The family was stunned at the same time. Mary groaned, stood up, and hugged Jenkins with tears in her eyes.

"Child, I knew you would understand, really, I always knew..."

Mr. Robert patted her shoulder from behind, and when Mary let go of Jenkins, who was extremely embarrassed, he hugged him.

He said nothing, and after the hug, he patted Jenkins' shoulder solemnly, "Good boy, you are from the Williamite family!"

Jenkins nodded in response to everyone, "I will change."

He made a pun statement, and Mrs. Mary really cried.

Although John then proposed to go to a restaurant outside to celebrate his brother's job, Jenkins refused on the grounds that it would waste the dinner that had been prepared.

The family ended the dinner in a lively atmosphere, and old Williamite even pulled Jenkins to drink two glasses despite his wife's objection. The middle-aged man grabbed his blond hair and smiled happily like a child.

After dinner, Jenkins announced the contents of his work to Mary and Robert. They did not ask any more questions, as if they believed that Bishop Parrod's arrangement would be correct.

Robert even wanted to take leave tomorrow and send Jenkins to his father's antique store in person, but Jenkins firmly refused.

"What a kid."

Jenkins commented on the original owner in his mind, and then closed the door to his room on the second floor.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, facing the door was a small mirror hanging up. In the mirror was a young man with green and delicate blond hair, whose face was five points similar to Robert William's. Jenkins controlled the muscles on his face and smiled, and the young man in the mirror also showed a stiff smile.

"He's 20 years old, but he looks like he's 16, but that's not bad."

He sat on his bed, then suddenly remembered something, got up and locked the door, but still did not turn on the gas lamp connected to the steam pipe.

This family is really good, and he is willing to continue living in this world as Jenkins, so some things must be hidden from the relatives downstairs.

Carefully closing the curtains to cover the dark night, Jenkins sat on the chair in front of the desk.

"Turn on."

He tapped his temple with his right hand, and at the same time used words to increase the intensity of the psychological suggestion, and those light spots soon reappeared in front of his eyes. Jenkins heard Binsi mention during the day that the energy used by the Giver, or something close to energy, is called "spirit". Although he did not talk about the details, he still told Jenkins not to overuse his abilities.

Section 19 Chapter 18 Abilities and Gifts

"The level is too low and the blue bar is very short."

This is what Jenkins summed up.

The three white, green and purple light spots in front of him represent three abilities. The green one has been tested, so there is no need to say more; [Unknown Way Ahead] is not a triggering ability at all. Jenkins has tried many times but cannot find the ability to use it. I feel like this time I mainly want to see what [Simple Boxing] is for.

"As long as you don't throw your punches, it shouldn't cause too much damage, right?"

He thought in his mind, and then mentally activated his ability. Soon, the cold air flow extended along the arm to his right fist. He squinted at his arm. There was not much change in appearance, and there was no expected luminous effect, but he could feel the air flow following it. Time passes slowly.

After thinking about it, Jenkins stood up, walked to the center of the room, and punched the air.

There was a slight sonic boom, the airflow in his arm completely disappeared, and Jenkins raised the corners of his mouth.

Very good, although it is still not as good as the weakest Saint Seiya, but at least it has reached the limit of human beings.

He sat back at the desk again, looking at the light spots and bubbles in front of him. These are your abilities to survive in this world and must be taken seriously. But since every gifter has the ability to gift the world, why does he only have one soul with two copies?

"Am I too greedy?"

Jenkins suddenly felt that his idea was funny. Maybe the world only recognizes one Jenkins.

The light spots and bubbles are distributed in front of the eyes very regularly. The light spot is in the center, and then the bubbles surround it in a circle. The outermost ones are two simple drawings of [Gifts]. From what I learned today, [Gift] can bless certain specific abilities, but it has not been discovered yet.

Feeling a little tired, Jenkins let all the visions disappear, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, then stood up and opened the curtains. It was dark outside, and only the lights of the neighbors continued to work. The dim and tidy Privet Drive was as peaceful as ever, and nothing had changed due to the arrival of a certain traveler.

In addition to the necessary furniture, there are many large books in the bedroom. A very small part of them are study books purchased by Old William for his son, and the rest are romance novels and the like.

This era is an era of peace and progress, so the cultural industry is also booming. The original owner Jenkins was deeply attracted by those stories.

Jenkins simply rubbed his hands on the backs of the neatly placed books a few times. Although the inherited memory was a little blurry even on the way home from the church, the contents of these books were extremely clear. Jenkins could even say now The middle paragraph on page 34 of the fifth volume of "The Legend of Detective Knight" that I'm holding down with my finger is an excellent side dish for self-generation.

"Qualified young man."

While Jenkins was thinking about it, he pulled out the third volume of "The Legend of Detective Knight". It was very good. It was a book by Venn Publishing House. This is the codebook that Mr. Hood chose at the end of the legal party. It seems that there is no need to go out of his way to buy it.

Jenkins has not yet adapted to getting along with his new parents, so after finishing dinner just now, he excused himself from being too tired today and returned to the room early. He was originally going to go to bed after rummaging through the original owner's belongings to make sure his memory was correct, but he didn't expect there was a knock on his door.

Putting down the carefully preserved novel in his hand, he opened the door. Outside the door was John Willamt in slippers, holding a box wrapped in ribbons.

"What's up?"

As he spoke, Jenkins let his brother into the house. John nodded, put the box on the desk, and saw the novel.

"Don't read too many books like this, it's very harmful to your health."

He seemed to have misunderstood something, and Jenkins showed a helpless expression.

Wait, how does he know what's inside?

"Jenkins, congratulations on finding your job. Although you don't have the reading ability of my brother and me, I believe you must have your own talent."

"You'll get beaten easily if you talk like that."

Jenkins thought to himself, with half shyness and half anger on his face.

"John, please be careful when you talk to your brother."