Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 121: demon

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It's around seven o'clock now, but the store is still closed. This one is not as hardworking as the old man.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Standing in the alley and politely knocking on the door, Jenkins asked.

"who?"

Some grumpy voices came from the iron door wrapped in brass, but the door didn't open.

"Hi sir, my name is Jenkins Williams, I am here to collect..."

"roll!"

The old man inside the door shouted loudly, and Jenkins stood there with a surprised expression.

"Papa Oliver asked me to come."

he said again.

Two seconds later, the door was violently opened with a bang, and an old man in white plaid pajamas came out angrily.

"It's that guy Oliver again!"

He complained angrily, and slapped Jenkins on the shoulder.

"Williamt, right? I'm sorry. I was in a bad temper just now. I shouldn't have said that."

The tone was deliberately lightened, and a smile appeared on the wrinkled face, "One third is my fault, and the other two thirds are Oliver's fault."

He laughed out loud, and Jenkins also squeezed out a smile very cooperatively.

"Father's friend?"

He guessed based on the information he has learned so far.

Old Jack should have just woken up, and Jenkins called out before changing his pajamas. He politely invited Jenkins into the store, warned him to keep an eye on his cat, poured him a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, and stretched himself back to change his clothes.

There is a strange bitter smell in the herbal shop, mixed with the moisture of the earth, and the faint fragrance of vanilla, which is not very annoying. This smell was strictly restricted in the store, and Jenkins noticed it the moment he stepped through the door.

Holding hot tea, the fatigue from a night without rest was washed away, and I felt inexplicably happy.

Jenkins has been in this world for two months, and has never seen anyone. When fighting or being injured, he took out a container like a test tube from his pocket and drank it suddenly, and then recovered his energy. This is because it is very difficult to prepare medicines with extraordinary power, and the storage time of medicines is very short.

Items like those made through rituals can keep the inner spirit for at least half a month, but once the medicine is prepared, the shelf life is mostly no more than three hours. Therefore, most medicines can only be prepared temporarily when in use, which requires the ability of the pharmacist even more.

Although it is said that this is a herbal medicine store, the products that can be seen in the store are all strange little pills. They come in stacks in metal containers with small labels explaining their purpose.

For example, the furthest label on the left says to treat typhoid fever, next to it is to treat obesity, next to it is skin ringworm, and next to it is male...

"If you're interested, you can grab a handful and eat it. Although I can't guarantee that it will be useful, it's definitely not poisonous."

The skinny old man came out in a cardigan, pulled up a chair and sat next to Jenkins.

"Jenkins Rydump Putt Williams, right?"

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded, wondering how he knew his middle name.

"Release your soul emblem to confirm your identity."

"Um?"

He immediately grabbed the [Spiritual Body Strike Cane] vigilantly, and the rapier cane was hidden under the steam pipe outside the door.

"What's wrong?"

The old man frowned, "Didn't Oliver tell you that I'm also a scribe?"

"No."

Jenkins hugged the cat and answered cautiously. The old man explained it in a hurry at the time, but now he can only trust half of this old gentleman.

"Then just ask a random question and confirm your identity quickly. I don't have time to waste time with you."

"How long have you known Papa Oliver?"

"More than fifty years, who knows?"

"What happened 38 years ago?"

"oh?"

The old man put down his teacup, showing a surprised expression for the first time.

"He even told you that?"

"I overheard it."

Old Jack took a sip of tea, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"38 years ago, the earth and the moon of flowers, the lake of the witch. You said this, right? Young man, don't be so curious. This matter is very dangerous. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't tell you. "

"Oh, then I believe you now."

Jenkins immediately stated that he had no intention of inquiring about his father's past, and that was enough.

Stretching out his hand to call out the green sapling emblem, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

"It's really unfair to be a sage. I've always wanted to find a young man with the essential ability of a green soul, and take him in as an apprentice to pass on my craft. I didn't expect Oliver to take the lead. Well, William, you're here to do something. What?"

"Collect bills... at least that's what Dad said."

Collecting the bill was indeed an excuse. Since the old man in front of him was also a church scribe, Jenkins repeated what he said that morning.

The old man's expression immediately became serious.

"Are you sure that the baron's ceremony did not involve any spiritual materials, did not use any spells, and did not pray to any gods?"

"Yes, I am very sensitive to the perception of spirits."

"Do you smell sulfur?"

"No... wait, you mean the devil?"

Jenkins was stunned. He thought of the demon stories he had heard recently. Could this be the sage's hint to him

Speaking of which, didn't the divination woman tell him to be careful of demons that night? But what he was divined seems to be love, right

"Besides those guys' unique ability to contract, I can't think of other possibilities for the time being, especially the use of killing to create rituals, and the smell of blood. It is very common to sign a contract, use blood as a sacrifice, and then return an extremely rare spirit. Things. If you think about it carefully, has there been any other weird things in your parish recently?"

Jenkins touched his nose subconsciously:

"Yes, a powerful evil spirit appeared in a hospital in Nolan City. I heard from my father that the church seems to have discovered that the evil spirit is related to some legendary species."

"That's right."

While speaking quickly, the old man threw a triangular paper talisman on the table, pressed it with one finger and said a few words silently, then he took out a piece of chalk from nowhere to draw the holy emblem of the sage on the table, and threw the paper talisman into it Disappear immediately.

"Isn't daddy ignorant of demons? Why did he think of so many things at once? I asked him this question!"

Jenkins immediately spotted the loophole.

"He lied to you."

Old Jack snorted, "We all signed the contract when we joined the company. Don't you know those words? I don't know either... But you should have realized that the knowledge you get from the church is absolutely impossible to use without permission. Let it out. Your confidentiality level is not enough, and Oliver can't tell you some things."

PS: This is not a traditional DND. Let's take the demons in this article as a combination of lawful evil and chaotic evil.

Another: I modified Miss Hesha's remuneration to Jenkins from 1,000 pounds to 200 pounds. Thanks for the correction, 1,000 pounds really should not be taken out casually, so that the monetary system will collapse later. More than one modification was made, and the reduction of 1,000 pounds reduced the transaction amount with the huntress. If a chapter is missing or not updated, first click the refresh directory in the lower left corner of the table of contents, then enter the corresponding chapter, and click the chapter content refresh in the upper right corner.

Another thing: the first reminder of the divination woman is changed from choosing the right to the left.