Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 183: steam bomb

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"If you can't fully realize your wish, you have to pay a price. The tricks are really such deceptive things."

He shook his head while thinking:

"I have no idea."

Answer honestly.

"Well, the true portrait of Pirate King Fermisio has been obtained by the Orthodox Church. I want to know where I can get it."

"I have one here. This is the answer to this question. If you can answer my other question, I can give it to you now."

As Jenkins spoke, he put his left hand behind his back. First, create the most common piece of paper with a creation pencil, and then use [Read and Write] and [Book of Memories] to draw the sketch portrait obtained from Dad on it.

"You have to tell me first, what do you want to know?"

She was indeed cautious.

Under the red and blue moonlight, the two stood on the roof of someone else's house and talked quietly and cautiously. This is a common meeting or talking place for illicit benefactors, just be careful not to disturb the occupants of the house.

"I was not careful just now, I mean, I overheard your conversation with your companions unintentionally, passively, definitely not intentionally. I want to know, what do you mean by the devil thing? I think, probably not Is the demon dead, such outdated news?"

The woman stretched out her hand and held the pendant on her chest. The blue halo under her feet spread out and soon surrounded Jenkins. Jenkins frowned and didn't dodge.

"Sure enough, the sound should be blocked like this from the beginning... Well, when I read the newspaper, I learned that the Good Luck Steam Pipeline Company dug up some bones from the ground when renovating the old steam pipes. I put the location of these bones Marked on the map, I found these locations seem to be somewhat regular. Even so, I have no way of judging what it is, but later, using death and sacrifice as clues, the location of the people who died in the evil spirit event, and the possession The places where the evil spirits have haunted are also marked on the map. This is an incomplete and huge foundation for an ancient sacrificial ceremony. This kind of ceremony is very ancient, and the number of victims required must reach at least three digits.

I tried to restore the entire appearance of the base array, and excavated undiscovered bones in some locations. All signs indicate that this is a ritual that has been launched to sacrifice living beings and to summon alien creatures. People killed by evil spirits are a symbol of the restart of the ritual, which is to fill up the materials lost in the last ritual. But fortunately, a kind gentleman has dealt with the evil spirit, and we don't have to worry about the ritual being restarted. "

"Is it such a coincidence that you 'coincidentally' know about this ritual?"

"Of course, I am a believer of Ms. [Mystery and Ritual]! Relying on divine arts, even rituals that I have never seen before, can also rely on perception and feedback to know the effect. Bring it~"

Jenkins nodded and passed the paper in his hand. The woman glanced at it, and a blue flame rose from her hand, burning the paper completely with a whistling sound.

"Then goodbye, Mr. Candle. If you are interested in this matter, I believe that this matter is inseparable from the Asyash family. Yes, it is that ancient family, I have seen it in a foreign country [ The remaining pages of Asyash’s Summoning Text], this and that part of the records are very similar. Farewell~”

As she spoke, she clenched the six-pointed star pendant on her chest again. A few seconds later, she jumped off the roof, turned and walked into a side alley.

"A gift?"

The six-pointed star pendant gave Jenkins a very different feeling. This was the first time he really saw a gift that didn't belong to him. And the aura that manifests the gift is white.

The influence of the demon event will continue for a long time, and the demon summoners hidden in the city may not wait quietly for the followers of the Orthodox Church to find them.

Jenkins can only pray to the sage that these things must not destroy his temporarily peaceful life.

Miss Magic and Chocolate can jump from the roof to the ground, but Jenkins can't. When he tried his best to find a way down, Miss Magic and the tree had long since disappeared.

Some leaves fell on the side of the street, the shape and size were the same as ordinary leaves, but Jenkins could see a very faint spirit attached to the leaves.

"The leaf of that weird thing just now?"

Thinking in his heart, he saw that the spirits on the leaves were green instead of black, so he bent down and planned to pick them all up. This is the first time I have seen an item with a green spirit, maybe old Mr. Jack knows the purpose of this material.

There were not many fallen leaves, and Jenkins took some effort to pick up the last leaf under the moonlight. When he looked up, he had already walked to the corner of the street.

He looked around, thinking about which direction to go home from. Caught off guard, a man suddenly rushed out from the corner and collided with Jenkins.

"Meow~"

Keeping the white fur-colored chocolate on Jenkins' shoulder, he yelled threateningly at the stranger. The man with one ear missing and a scar on his left face showed panic:

"Damn the dog of the Orthodox Church!"

Jenkins wanted to remind him that Chocolate was a cat and he was a human, but the little ball the man hastily tossed on the ground caught his attention immediately.

"What's this?"

This is the first thought.

"There is no spirit, ha~ ordinary items."

Second thoughts.

"Wait, the original owner seems to have this thing in his memory. He saw it in the newspaper. It's... a steam bomb!"

The black ball fell to the ground and immediately began to spin rapidly. Steam came out from the small hole on the surface of the ball, and as the pressure of the steam rose rapidly, the brass-colored and black metal ball rotated faster and faster.

Holding the chocolate, Jenkins immediately turned to another street and pressed against the wall. Then, in a muffled explosion, iron beads, glass shards, iron filings and other messy things scattered out. The crackling sound continued, and even the windows of nearby businesses were broken.

The sound of gunfire came from a distance, followed by flickering lights. Jenkins poked his head out with the spell in his right hand, only to see the man who threw the bomb just now lying on the ground in embarrassment. When he looked up and saw that Jenkins was still alive, he rushed towards him again.

"I am innocent."

He really wanted to say this, but the man didn't give him a chance to open his mouth.

"silent!"

The one-eared man shouted in a low voice, and Jenkins immediately felt unable to speak. He frowned and stepped back, only to notice that this was a Level 1 Bestower.

"Weaker than me?"