Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Is it so fast?"

　　 the female voice asked in a low voice, full of distrust.

Chapter 104 Chapter 101 Mr. Birch

Jenkins smiled: "It's just a first-level gifter, what can I do? I followed him for a day after disguising, and saw him go to the antique store, talk to the newsboy on the roadside, carry the box to deliver the goods, and go Pay the steam bill for next month and walk into the sewer black market after disguising in the afternoon. Is it possible to use this as a basis for judgment?"

　　 This is indeed Jenkins’s itinerary yesterday, and the steam charge is for the antique shop. He did go to the black market in order to prepare for the action at night, so these words are completely true.

　　 "So, is he really an illegal gifter?"

　　 "I don't know if it's illegal, but it must be a gifter. If you don't believe me, you can test it yourself. You should know him by your actual identity? You are really a handsome young man, but be careful not to expose it."

　　 "Don't try to find out who I am."

　　 The young lady's voice suddenly became cold, and Jenkins opened his hands to indicate that he was not malicious.

"This time Mr. Birchwood has not come. Everyone has given up waiting for him. The way to determine the time of the next meeting will be changed to the first letter of the first word in the third news of the Nolan Daily News next Monday. The order in the alphabet, plus the date of next Monday, is the time of the next meeting."

　　 "Thank you very much."

　　 Jenkins nodded in satisfaction, and prayed silently for Mr. Birchwood again. He might really not appear again.

　　 "Any new news at the party?"

　　 he asked.

　　 Miss Bailing did not speak, but stretched out her black gloved hand and twisted it at Jenkins.

　　The latter laughed.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 casually took out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it over.

　　 "Shards of the moonstone? Are you embarrassed to take out something for 3 shillings and a dozen orchids?"

　　 The man shrugged and lied casually:

　　 "In order to raise the item I traded with you recently, my savings are running low."

　　The black gauze glove fabric rubbed on the bottle, his arm tilted slightly, and the bottle slipped into the cuff.

　　 "The biggest news was the hospital incident. Mr. Magic became distrustful because of the church's ‘temporary’ search of me, but Mr. Hood persuaded everyone."

"that's it?"

"No, Mr. Hood said. He heard from another party that on the night when the black-robed man went to the hospital, a little bit earlier, someone found a suspicious person in front of the night watchman's house in [No Light Moon], and That night watchman is one of those possessed by evil spirits."

"Oh."

　　 Jenkins nodded, "It's suspicious, it shouldn't be so coincidental? What do you think?"

　　 "There is no opinion yet. The black-robed people are extremely resistant to divination, and the suspicious characters that night cannot be found through divination. You should have some ideas about this, right?"

　　 The woman meant something, Jenkins deliberately made a suspicious smile of "hehehe".

　　Nolan City is a place with four distinct seasons, but the night in September is already a bit cooler. Saying goodbye to Miss Bailing politely, Jenkins returned home full of thoughts.

　　 "It's a little tired to live."

　　 He whispered, turning the gas lamp on the wall to the minimum light, tearing off his jacket, and threw himself on the bed.

　　 tilted his head and looked at the pen and paper on the table. The plan for the next book is almost about to begin. The more money he earns, the more he will find himself in poverty. I really hope that there will be pie in the sky in this world.

　　Of course, behind this kind of story there will always be a character like an evil **** or a cultist, and the end may be the shallow sea outside the corpse wharf area, or the dirty sewer underground under Nolan.

　　 In the next few days, Jenkins looked forward to Miss Hesha coming back to test herself, but the fact was that no one appeared, she seemed to have forgotten it.

　　 On Saturday morning, Dad took a few pages of paper and looked through it carefully. After Jenkins copied the tadpoles, he felt full of energy. Placing the protective products on one shelf, he tilted his body and looked at the old man.

　　 "Don't be so curious, this is the death report from last month."

"what?"

　　 Dad is too light on the tone of the word "death".

　　 "It is the death list of illegal gifters in this diocese. The five churches collect statistics once a month, and then aggregate the data, which is a way of judging the peace and stability of the diocese."

　　 While talking, he passed the information to Jenkins.

　　 A lot of things happened in Nolan last month, but fewer than ten unregistered benefactors died. Probably because the base is too small, or the church's own intelligence is limited.

　　 I skipped the gangster antique dealer Brown and the flesh and blood puppet that was blown to death by inferior charms, and a familiar red cloud group logo appeared in front of him, which represented the soul emblem of the deceased.

　　 "Mr. Birch?"

　　 Jenkins was startled and put his hand down gently. Although he had guessed the result a long time ago, he was still inexplicably sentimental.

　　 The real name of this gentleman is not mentioned in the materials, but the cause of death is written in detail. He ran into A-01-2-0198 on that crazy rainy night. Knowing what it was, he gladly refused to trade. On the third day after the rainy night, I passed away in my home because of a vine that suddenly appeared in my body. He left a suicide note, confessed his identity, and left some valuable information, hoping that the church can treat his family well.

　　 "Is this..."

　　 Jenkins closed his eyes and did not open them until three minutes later.

　　 "I haven't seen the Ice Messenger Brute, is he still dead?"

　　 "Worse than death."

　　 Papa knocking on the wooden table is a habit in the Fidicteli Kingdom. When he talks about bad things, he knocks on the wood to prevent it from happening to him.

"He was soaked up by the little flower girl, and his attempt to sacrifice himself to the evil **** caused harm to the body. In addition, he refused the flower deal and the vine broke out... .... Tsk tsk, whoever looks at it will have a nightmare. But the church hoped to track down the [Light Chaser Club] through him, so it used special means to hang his life."

　　 "Goddess Bless."

　　 Jenkins subconsciously prayed.

"this is for you."

　　 Dad patted his head, and handed a ticket with a euphonium pattern printed on it.

　　 "Wangli Opera House? Still the best box? Daddy has made a fortune? There is no big money in the store recently, right?"

　　 When Robert and Mary came to visit Jenkins with a letter that day, they were going to the Wangli Opera House, so he also knew something about it.

　　 "I didn't buy this. Do you remember the harmonica you got from the flesh and blood puppet?"

　　 He mentioned an incident from last month again.

　　PS: Mr. Barnard didn't want to disadvantage Jenkins, he just didn't expect that his death would really be broken into nothingness. Chocolate looked at him mockingly, and the reason was spoiled. When it comes to that chapter, I will give a hint at the end of the chapter.

　　 Another: I changed the profile.

Chapter 105 Chapter 102 The Opera

　　 "B-05-2-0123, [The last chant of the suicide]?"

"Yes, through the divination of this item itself, there were some unexpected discoveries. The harmonica was not brought out from the sedition, but naturally produced [superior]. This is very abnormal. It is still ordinary. The last owner of Wushi is the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe performing at the Wangli Opera House in Nolan this week. The church hopes to test it first, and the specific matters will be completed by subsequent professionals."

"what should I do?"

　　 Jenkins looked at the ticket in his hand, and things really happened one after another.

　　 "You don't have to do anything, just listen like a normal audience. You are not the only one who gets the ticket. All you need is temptation, just treat it as a normal activity."

　　 "Daddy won't you go? Why is it a box?"

"It was originally the most common downstairs seat. Miss Bevanna added some gold and replaced it with the best box. She said, this is a gift from your book fans, and thank you for your signature last night. Love your story."

　　 "But, my parents have already watched the show a few days ago, who should I take?"

　　 Dad showed an expression of hating iron but not steel:

　　 "Hey, don't you have any peers you know? How about your book fans? Invite anyone, will anyone really refuse?"

　　 "Sir, if you say that, isn't it just embarrassing me?"

　　 On Saturday evening, Jenkins wore his most expensive suit and walked to the Wangli Opera House on the outskirts of the city. Originally, I wanted my father to take care of the chocolate, but today it is somehow strayed, so Jenkins can only take it.

　　 pressed his black top hat and walked out of the carriage.

"keep the change."

　　 handed the calculated bills and coins to the coachman's hands, and the cat rushed to Jenkins's shoulder.

　　 Even without electricity, the opera house still glows bright yellow lights under the stars at night. It is said that a two-hour opera will consume three thousand candles, but the opera house can still make a lot of money through tickets.

　　 The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies walked out of the carriage, slung their arms, and walked to the highest point along the red carpet on the long steps in front of the opera house.

　　 People greeted each other, talking and laughing, admiring the masters who are going to perform tonight. Men talked about current affairs, and women deliberately displayed jewellery and jewellery under the light, judging each other's clothing.

　　 In contrast, Jenkins, who came alone with the cat, is an outlier.

　　The attendants of the opera house who were in charge of guiding stood in front of the marble doorposts, checked everyone's bills, and led the distinguished guests to their seats. They were wearing red coats with golden wheat ears hanging from their shoulders, hanging around the shiny buttons on their chests.

　　 It is said that the owner of the opera house is a believer of [Mother Goddess], so most of the decorations here are very similar to the Mother God Church.

　　 "Good evening, Mr. Williams!"

　　 Jenkins had just taken out his slightly gorgeous ticket, and the young waiter nearest to him immediately took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"you know me?"

　　 "Yes, sir, we have a record of every VIP who has reserved a box. Please follow me, your box is here."

　　 followed the waiter through the golden hall, walked up the long spiral staircase, and passed the corridor decorated with exquisite statues, armor and oil paintings. The two of them hung the golden nameplate 012 in the room.

　　 Inside the room is a huge sofa. In front of the sofa is a wooden coffee table with fruit plates, red wine and goblet, and further forward, there is a half-cut wall, from here you can clearly see the stage.

　　 The heads are crowded below, and the men in suits and the women in dresses are seated one by one. Looking to the side, there are a few private rooms like here, like a balcony, but I haven't seen the owner yet.

　　Chocolate gently jumped onto the coffee table, flicking the apple with his paws and rolling around.

　　 "Don't worry, I will take good care of it."

Jenkins saw the waiter’s worry at a glance, handed him the hat and coat, hung them on the hanger by the door, and put the cane on the sofa diagonally, and picked up the small and exquisite golden telescope in order to see clearly. Every detail on the stage, this is a must-have thing.

　　 "If you have any needs, please feel free to find me. We are on standby in the corridor."

　　 Jenkins nodded to express understanding, then took a deep breath and sat down.

　　 "In the end, I came by myself."

　　 He touched the chocolate fur, took a look at the wine bottle, and then put it down.

　　 "Opera is just an opera, just take a break. But tonight is wasted time, the progress of the story is going to lag behind, I wanted to finish reading Dad's book, and there are rituals to practice."

　　 He talked about his plan in a bit of thought, while Chocolate used his nose to move the apple forward.

　　嘭~

　　 Click~

The door behind 　　 was suddenly pushed open, then closed vigorously, and finally locked.

　　 Jenkins subconsciously picked up the cane and turned around. He saw Miss Hesha, who was wearing a blue dress, a yellow waist, and red long hair shining in the light with a gemstone hairband, looking at her with a serious face.

　　 "The high heels are beautiful."

　　 For a long time, Jenkins held out such a sentence.

　　 "Why are you here?"

　　 She looked very angry.

　　 "My father's acquaintance gave him a ticket. He didn't want to listen to the opera, so he gave it to me."

　　 He explained, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

　　 "Is it such a coincidence? Mr. Jenkins Williams, who is 21 years old, just got a ticket. He was just so interested in coming here without any female companions. It just happened that the box was next to us?"

　　 She did not answer the question, but pinched her waist and stretched her head to reprimand.

　　 "We? Miss Mihail is here too?"

　　 "You really are interested in her."

　　 The very beautiful girl tonight stretched out her finger to Jenkins, and Jenkins moved a step aside, avoiding that finger.

　　 "Miss Hesha, please don't point your finger at me. It is impolite. As an aristocratic lady, your image tonight is somewhat incompatible with what I know."