Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 27: Eventful autumn

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A total of 4 pages of the newspaper, the largest headline, is the news of the steam pipeline renovation issued by the Nolan City Hall. It does matter to ordinary citizens, but Jenkins has heard it at parties.

"Mr. Black Cat may have an official background."

He guessed casually and looked back. The rewards offered by the police station, the skirmishes on the border of the Kingdom, and the strange rumors off the coast of Nolan City were nothing worthwhile, or enough news for Jenkins to kill the remaining half hour.

After all, this is an official newspaper. If you want to read the lace news of the nobles, you can only think about it.

"Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Williams."

The two greeted each other and started the day again.

Jenkins' copying today was still not smooth, and his dizziness lasted until the noon break, but fortunately, the time for copying was shortened.

The learning content is still reading books. The difference is that in addition to history books and antique appreciation published by local universities, there is also an additional book "Basic: Introduction to the Gifter". In addition to the introduction of basic knowledge, it also teaches several simple rituals.

"It was compiled within the church, but it is also circulated among the benefactors and unregistered guys of other Orthodox churches."

Father Oliver explained it this way, which is indeed in line with the teachings of the [Knowledge and Books] Church. But the question is, isn't the circulation of this kind of thing indirectly fueling the number of unregistered givers

That's weird, the church is against the [registration law]? Or are there other hidden secrets

Jenkins didn't ask, he knew that even if he asked, Dad would definitely not have an answer.

Regarding yesterday's incident, Jenkins also asked about the follow-up results. In addition to learning that the old Mr. Smith is the "Keeper of Secrets" of the church in Norland Diocese, he also learned that the matter about A-01-2-0198 had been notified to the other four churches.

Dad plans to go out less in the past few weeks, and Nolan City is now a rare eventful season.

"Can't the bestowers of the five major churches think of a way? The octopus matter hasn't been resolved yet, right?"

Jenkins grumbled deliberately.

"The octopus thing has been put on hold for now."

The old man shrugged, "Last week, a big incident happened in the Broken Isles off the coast of Nolan, and two-thirds of the church's combat troops went out to sea. Otherwise, with the level of the incident yesterday evening, Bincy is not qualified to participate. .”

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Jenkins inexplicably thought of the "strange rumor" mentioned in the newspaper, but his father obviously didn't want to continue on this issue, he just told him monotonously, "Talk less and do more. When you walk outside, don't look around. Walk around."

During the noon break, Jenkins borrowed his father's backyard to test his newly acquired ability, and the result was not bad. When the spiritual infusion was poured into his legs, he was able to explode faster than the top track and field athletes in his previous life. At the same time, this ability also enhances his balance ability, which can be regarded as a passive effect of improving the basic quality.

There were only two customers who walked into Papa’s Antique Shop all day, one wandered around casually, but looked more like a thief, and the other bought a small beetle sculpture made of gears after haggling with Papa for a long time .

It's more of a work of art than an antique.

Nothing unexpected happened in the days that followed, and Jenkins' back-and-forth between home and Papa's antiques shop reinforced his idea of moving away from the family.

Copying that text became more and more proficient, and my physical discomfort was also reduced. This was a good sign, because Jenkins was finally able to feel the subtle cold air flow from his fingers and head while copying.

He thinks it has something to do with the spirit flowers still radiating from his stomach, which strengthens his perception of the spirit.

This kind of accumulation is still a bit slow, the sum of flowers and copying is temporarily not comparable to the number of spirits he obtained when he passed through the delusion. But strange situations don't appear often, and they are extremely dangerous. After the old man laughed at Jenkins' ideas, he let him continue to accumulate in a down-to-earth manner. This is the right way.

Jenkins also "unlocked" a new scene in Nolan City, located in the [Mr. Ink Club] in the dock area. On the surface, this club only holds regular reading salons, but in fact, the underground is a firearms training ground.

Holding a gun in Nolan requires a gun license, which is obviously illegal here.

Dad introduced Jenkins here because the low-level bestowers have single attack methods, and the use of firearms is the most common situation. He reassured Jenkins that although the place was illegal, the boss had a relationship with the municipal government, and the police station knew about the situation but never asked.

"Tsk tsk, this is the norm in this era."

Not only did firearms training cost Jenkins money again, but it also squeezed his time even further. Although all kinds of firearms are really interesting, and the smell of gunpowder, the sound of the trigger and firing pin can also stimulate a man's adrenaline, but there is always a reason to go home late. What's more, after the sun goes down, even the coachman's asking price is 20% higher.

Jenkins hastened his own adaptation of the fairy tale while scouting for a suitable relocation location.

He didn't express his idea of moving out in advance, but planned to let the bishop talk to his family after the fairy tale matter was settled.

The week was over quickly, and at the weekend, Jenkins not only had an afternoon off, but also got a salary from his father-a full £1.

This is already quite a lot. You must know that apprentices generally work for nothing without wages, and Jenkins is considered lucky.

He used a small portion of his savings to buy gifts for his family and Bishop Parode to celebrate his first week on the job. Of course, this is also to show familiar people the fact that "Jenkins is gradually changing", which can be regarded as a consumption that kills two birds with one stone.

July belongs to [The Hermit of Destiny], and August belongs to [Skillful Craftsman]. On that night that spanned from July to August, Jenkins, who had worked hard to write a fairy tale, had an accident.

He leaned over the table and crossed out the words he had just written in some distress.

"No, it's too naive. I hope fairy tales have a wider audience."

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at the opened silver pocket watch on the table. The three pointers were all moving in the direction of 12.

"That's it, it's time to sleep."

Jenkins stretched, twisted his neck and put the pen down. Carefully hide the manuscript, tiptoe to the washroom on the second floor to wash up, ready to go to bed and rest.

Suddenly, whispers came into his ears.