Lord of The Mysterious Realms

Chapter 90: Whisper, dream

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He carefully selected some "basic" knowledge and re-transcribed it, and changed the ink twice during the process. Take the brazier, throw all the things written for the first time into it, and burn them clean with the mysterious grace candle.

Establishing a pen pal relationship with Miss Mary was also a decision made by Jenkins after consideration. In order to avoid revealing his identity as a time traveler, his life is very, very boring, maybe it would be good to find some hobbies to relax himself. Things like making pen pals are very fashionable in this era. Although the person who writes the letter to the other person may be as beautiful as a flower, you just have to be happy.

Putting together the reply letter to Miss Mary and the thank-you letter to the readers, and sending them together tomorrow, Jenkins looked out at the darkening sky and planned to bring chocolates to visit his neighbors.

The neighbors are very friendly.

Living on the left side of Jenkins is the Goodman family. Mr. Goodman works in the famous Hogg Machinery Foundry in Norland. He is a manager. Mrs. Goodman is a full-time housewife. Jenkins first I've seen her during house inspections. The two have a neat lawn, a gilded door plate and a beautiful roof. This is a standard middle-class family. The Goodman family also has a short-haired cat named Liz. Mrs. Goodman kindly reminded Jenkins that the city pet management center on the outskirts of the city is not the place to go to apply for a city cat license.

Living to the right of Jenkins is the solitary Mrs Margaret, about fifty. She is a widow, and the inheritance left by her deceased husband is enough for her to live a good life for the rest of her life. Mrs. Margaret warmly invited Jenkins to sit in the house, but Jenkins politely refused.

He has other business tonight, it's the last day of August, the month of Artisan and Rain.

Chocolate's cuteness was beyond Jenkins' expectations. Instead of buying a cage for his cat, he built a warm nest for her, but Chocolate always likes to come to Jenkins' bed in the middle of the night.

Let the chocolate rest first, Jenkins extinguished his kerosene lamp, sat quietly on the antique sofa on the first floor, staring at the unbroken red and blue double moons outside the window.

The opened pocket watch was bathed in the gentle moonlight, and the three hands moved to the top at the same time. At the moment when twelve o'clock in the morning came, the expected weird whisper appeared.

Jenkins has experienced too many strange events throughout the month. Strange things, strange places, evil spirits, evil gods, divinity and other messy things bombarded his spirit in turn.

Because there is no madness, the resistance to these abnormalities has been significantly improved.

The body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless fog, and the voices of two men came from a distance. The sound that caused the vibration of air, energy, time, space, and even fate penetrated the deep fog and reached Jenkins' ears.

Those low, broken sounds meant nothing by themselves, but Jenkins, who had been briefly a god, knew what it was.

He let go of his spirit and faced the whole world in the most relaxed state. Just like the ancient bestower mentioned by Dad, his hairs tremble, his mind is blank, and he feels the spirit of the world in the process of feeling nature.

The whisper had meaning, and the weird but melodious voice was converted into some scattered information. Mortal Jenkins boldly intercepted a part of it, and was stunned by the huge amount of information.

It was already two o'clock in the morning on the first day of [God of War and the Moon of Falling Leaves] when I woke up from being licked by chocolate.

Jenkins didn't care about comforting the panicked cat, and didn't care about feeling a lot of spirit in his body. He quickly got up, grabbed the pen and paper prepared by the side, and recorded the information he had just obtained.

"The exclusive magical ability of the believers of the God of War lord: [War Prayer], it seems that the voices heard at the beginning of each month are really the voices of two righteous gods. It may not be their voices, after all, gods are from high latitudes Whether the great existence can make a sound that ordinary people can hear is still unknown, what I hear may only be the occasional fluctuations caused by them."

Jenkins wiped the blood on his face with a tissue, and carefully recorded the learning ritual of this magical ability.

"The ingenious craftsman once bestowed a gift, which is now numbered C-08-2-5373 [Mechanical Heart] by mortals. I haven't heard the specific information about this item, but the gift is different from tricks and extraordinary, it is not Anyone can use it."

He froze for a moment before realizing what he had subconsciously said.

"Except for the gifts obtained through the delusion, which must be used by the first owner, all the gifts will choose the user who suits them. If a mortal matches a certain gift, as long as the distance between the two is close enough, the mortal will I feel something."

Jenkins sighed, that's all for tonight. Because of my unexpected feeling just now, the spirit in the body has grown a lot, but if I feel it carefully, it should take a long time to reach level 2.

Just now it was a state that could be encountered but not sought after. Even if the sound can still be heard next month, the feeling may not be able to be touched.

"The eyes see the spiritual light, the ears hear the divine voice, and the soul absorbs the divinity to become a god. Am I really a human?"

Falling asleep with such thoughts, he did not dream of strange creations or strange creatures, but accidentally dreamed of the charming figures of Miss Michel and Miss Hesha, two mermaids bathed in the bright moonlight, playing with each other, silver bells The rippling sound charms//confuses all things. Hold up the green fruits together, print shallow tooth marks on one left and one right, and print the shadow of love under the moonlight...

(Dividing line)

Let the chocolate climb on the shoulders, arrange the clothes in front of the mirror, smile at himself with the red cane in both hands, grab the black hat on the wooden hanger, and go out.

The city of Nolan in the early morning is still shrouded in smoke and dust. The Nolan Daily that I read a few days ago has mentioned the matter of factory pollution reform, but the quarrel between the two parties always takes some time.

jingle~

Pushing open the door of Papa's antique shop, it was surprising that there were customers there.

The little man wore a gray suit and shoes shinier than Jenkins's. His eyes are very special, they are extremely plain eyes, when he looked back at Jenkins, his expression was similar to that of an ordinary stone.

Now Jenkins has developed the habit of immediately judging whether he is a giver or not when he meets a stranger.

As soon as he opened the Eye of Reality, the short man immediately turned around and looked at Jenkins again. He immediately lowered his head, pretending to look at the road under his feet, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end in fright.

Jenkins didn't come to the counter until the man left.