The Master of the Strange Realm

The old man answered simply and clearly: "He lost a lot of money in the casino and borrowed high-interest loans from the gangs in the slums. He deliberately made a big fuss about the haunted house here, knowing that Bryony Michael was interested in this kind of thing and wanted to sell it to her for working capital, but who knew that she lived here for a few days and found that there was no so-called haunted incident, so she didn't buy it. And the bad rumors made other people unwilling to live here..."

"I picked up a big bargain?"

Jenkins concluded.

"Yes, very lucky. I found that your luck has suddenly improved since the castle haunted world. Is it the compensation of the fate hermit for the past few days?"

Chapter 81 Chapter 78 The Hunter's Reply (The bounty is over, please see the end of the chapter)

Jenkins didn't know the old man's question, but the golden ring flashed slightly in his soul, which was the color of wealth.

That night, when he returned home, Jenkins told his family about the purchase of the property. Old William was very happy that Jenkins was able to buy such a residence with very few gold pounds, but he was still worried about the so-called haunted house.

"It's okay. I'll go to the church in a few days. The bishop shouldn't mind going to bless the house."

Jenkins hypocritically used Bishop Palod as an excuse again.

He didn't have much luggage, and he packed it up quickly with the help of Mary William. But there was no need to move so quickly. The family decided to help Jenkins move together on the weekend.

The kitten Chocolate still stayed in Dad's shop. Jenkins sometimes worried that it would not want to live with him in the new home, but every time he returned to the shop, the cat was always very enthusiastic about him.

In fact, Jenkins also felt that this enthusiasm was a bit wrong. According to his understanding, cats should not be so easy to get close to people. But now he has a house, a job and a cat, and he is considered a successful person. Don't take these random guesses to heart.

Since the real estate transaction was completed thanks to Miss Michael, Jenkins naturally had to give her a gift to show his feelings.

Gold pounds are too vulgar, and Jenkins doesn't have much money on hand, so he can only ask Dad for help. But the old man gave him a big news:

"I'm back, the matter in the outer sea has come to an end."

"Oh?"

It was Saturday morning, and Jenkins originally planned to ask for leave from his father to go to the black market to take over with the female hunter.

"Are you back now?"

"The ship has set off and will probably return to Nolan tomorrow morning."

The old man said, then tapped the table with his fingers and said to Jenkins hesitantly:

"Since the matter in the outer sea has ended, I can also explain to you what happened: someone found a box in a coral reef in the Broken Islands, and there was a strange object in it."

"Strange object? Very dangerous, right?"

Jenkins asked.

"No, not dangerous, but very useful, the kind of useful that the church would not hesitate to let the entire diocese be empty to rob."

Jenkins nodded knowingly.

Dad was a little hesitant to speak. He carefully observed Jenkins' expression, and then continued: "The attack you encountered on Monday night has been found out. It was a wanted criminal who roamed here. Don't worry, he has left Nolan, and the accident was just an accident."

Jenkins was still thinking about what the "weird thing" Dad was talking about, so he didn't notice the strange expression when he said the last sentence.

In the afternoon, he used the excuse of changing the door locks and mowing the lawn for the new house. Jenkins asked Dad for leave and came to the black market with his remaining savings. He summoned the spiritual gifts in the shadows and found the middleman clown who was still in the original position.

It doesn't matter if the appearance is different, as long as you know the connection code when you left last time.

"Black Raven."

He nodded to Jenkins and led him to the wool carpet room above the sewer pipe.

Four sofas surrounded a wooden round table, and the burning candles on the round table were the only light source. The woman who called herself the huntress was already sitting there waiting for him.

"How is it, is there a result?"

Jenkins waited until the clown disappeared under the trap door before asking.

"A great disguise... This matter is more troublesome than I thought."

The hunter's voice was a little hoarse, "I found out that among the houses that were burned down, one was once the secret base of the Church of the Sun and Justice in the local area thirty years ago. It involves the Church of the True God, and those materials are very difficult to collect."

Jenkins smiled and expressed regret, but he would never pay an extra copper penny for it.

She picked up the stack of paper materials beside her and put them on the round table, but did not push them to Jenkins. Instead, she held them tightly with her left hand and raised her extremely ordinary face to look at Jenkins.

Jenkins nodded in understanding and pushed the remaining 15 pounds of the transaction to her.

For the rest of the time, the hunter quietly waited for Jenkins to ask questions after reading the materials.

Although Jenkins' request was to investigate all the burned houses, his target was only one. He had to do a full set of plays and read all the materials.

Due to the size and population of the cities, no city can accommodate all Orthodox churches. Therefore, according to the "Tower Agreement" (revised three versions) a thousand years ago, the 12 Orthodox churches are fairly evenly distributed across the continent, and are adjusted every hundred years based on population migration and urban development.

But this does not mean that churches that are not in the city will not intervene with their own influence. For example, the [Sun and Justice] Church once occupied the burned-down house. It was the stronghold of their spies more than fifty years ago.

Although the great plague that spread across the entire continent thirty years ago did not have much impact on Nolan City, the church's manpower was still transferred away from here, and then this stronghold was abandoned.

By the way, it was because of the plague that Jenkins' father, Robert Willamt, fled to Nolan by boat from his distant hometown alone when he was young. He settled down, married a local girl and started his current family.

The house once occupied by the believers of [Eternal Blazing Sun] was the house where Jenkins dug out the hexahedral metal block. Going back further, due to the long history and the turmoil caused by war and plague, the specific owner of the house has been unable to be found; and going back further, until the house was occupied by the smuggler Mr. Brown, its owners were completely ordinary people.

Jenkins was almost certain that the things he got were probably items left behind when the [Sun and Justice] Church took over.

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing Jenkins put down the information, the huntress asked.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, "Is that all? It's not what I thought..."

"I can guarantee that with the same number of gold pounds, you will never be able to find out more information in Nolan City."

The woman's voice was full of confidence, but she changed her words and mentioned another matter: "In fact, I did encounter a very strange thing during the investigation, but this matter has nothing to do with the matter you requested to investigate. So you don't need to know."

"You are forcing consumption..."

Jenkins pretended to get up and leave: "I won't spend extra gold pounds on things I don't need to know."

"It has something to do with the recent hauntings. Are you interested in knowing?"

PS: @{"reader_id":"14ader_name":"But the bright moon shines on the ditch"}, I met a rich man. The bounty update has officially ended. There are enough chapters for 30 chapters. Updates will be added when it is released.

When I posted the reward, I thought the book was out of date, but I didn’t expect that the editor from Orange would give such a good recommendation later. I will discuss with the editor then whether to send it out in one go or in two parts.

I cried to death, all the manuscripts were saved, I went to code, bye.

Also: Change the update time in the future, from 6:30 in the morning to 6:00 in the afternoon.

Chapter 82 Chapter 79 Possessed by Evil Spirits

She watched with satisfaction as Jenkins sat down again. The man coughed slightly, "This is still something I need to investigate..."

"So there is no need to pay the clown an agency fee." The huntress said the next sentence knowingly.

"I don't have much money left, and I'm not sure I need what you're talking about."

"Ten pounds."

"No."

"Five pounds."

"No."

After a moment of silence, "I never give away information for free."

"Three pounds."

Jenkins took out three banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table. "You can sell this kind of news many times, and the cost is almost zero. Even if I give out one pound, you will still make a profit."

The huntress glared at Jenkins fiercely and took the money from the table:

"Okay, listen, someone said that the source of evil spirits is the changes in the starry sky. This is not entirely true. In fact, there should be a fixed place where evil spirits are generated in Nolan City. Don't ask me where it is. If I knew I’ve already gone to the Zhengshen Church to earn bounties.”

"that's it?"

Jenkins felt cheated.

"Also, pay attention to the people around you recently. When I was investigating your commission, I met an ordinary person who was possessed by an evil spirit. Do you know what it means to be possessed by an evil spirit? The spirit injects its spirit into a person. Inside a living person, kill the living person’s consciousness and then manipulate his body.”

"Is the news accurate? The evil spirits I heard about in the city are all very weak."

Jenkins asked rhetorically, this is indeed new information.

"You only paid 3 pounds, so you can only hear the results, not the process."

The huntress gracefully lowered her raised left leg, twisted her body, raised her right leg, and stretched out her right hand to give Jenkins a squeeze.

Her legs were long, but Jenkins, with empty pockets, was in a bad mood.

There was still plenty of time in the afternoon, so Jenkins walked out to the Hog's Head and walked back to Dad's Antiques with his hands in his coat pockets.

"Come back so soon?"

Dad looked away from the newspaper and saw that it was not the visitor but Jenkins, and he picked up the newspaper again with disappointment.

"Locksmiths are easy to find, so I went to the furniture dealer again, but the price was too high, and a carpenter was not suitable. I'd better ask my dad to help me choose some antique furniture. I want fake antiques."

As he spoke, he looked around.

"Brat."

Dad laughed and cursed, causing the chocolate lying on the counter to meow in dissatisfaction.

This kitten has a very good temper. As long as Jenkins remembers to bring him milk and ham every day, it will never cause trouble when Jenkins is working.

The only dissatisfaction is that Jenkins often gets scratched when giving it a bath. Sure enough, cats all hate water.

(Dividing line)

"Doug Nicholas, is that okay?"

Captain Binsi looked at the two hounds at his feet suspiciously.

"no problem."

Nicholas, who was wearing a windbreaker and holding a rope in his hand, said, his eyebrows are thicker than ordinary people, "It took me three years and my unique ability to train these two hounds. Their sense of smell is completely beyond the ordinary level. Even those with special nose abilities may not be able to compete with them."

Binxi nodded, "Then let's test it and find the man in black robe who took away the strange thing."

The two of them jumped out of the carriage. On the opposite side of the road was the collapsed apartment 431B on Queen's Road. After more than half a month, the police under martial law have withdrawn, and laborers wearing simple clothes are clearing the rubble at the scene. Several young children, wearing tattered clothes, tried to find some paper money from the ruins, but they were immediately chased away by the vicious overseer with a loud voice.

The black hounds immediately ran wild after Nicholas let go of his hand. They stretched out their noses and sniffed the ground carefully, choking on the bad air and almost suffocating.

He looked back at his master Nicholas with a tacit understanding, and then ran wildly.

Captain Binsey followed closely behind, and saw the two hounds moving forward along Queen's Road, hitting the old gentlemen passing by and scaring away the children selling newspapers.

Suddenly, the two hounds shivered, clamped their tails tightly between their legs, pressed them against their bellies, and then ran away at a faster speed.

"Isn't it really the sense of smell you're enhancing for them, not speed?"

Captain Binsey complained as he stopped the passing carriage and chased again with Nicholas.

He didn't notice that when the hound showed fear just now, he happened to stop in front of his father's antique store.

The little black and white chocolate meowed sweetly, closed its open eyes, and fell asleep comfortably in Jenkins' arms.

The next day the Willamettes hired a carriage and took Jenkins with his luggage to his house in St. George's Street.

"Isn't it a bit too big? Don't you plan to hire a maid or maid? It would be too time-consuming for you to clean it yourself?"

Robert stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the house from outside.

"Ah~"

Only then did Jenkins realize this problem. The joy of owning his own house made him think nothing of it at the time. Of course, he didn't have time to do heavy housework.

"Young people are still not thoughtful."

Robert patted him on the shoulder, "Don't forget to go to the Norland City Council to open the steam pipe, remember to visit the neighbors, and don't forget to tidy the lawn. Also, although this is not a strictly managed neighborhood like Privet Drive, it's important to throw away garbage. It should also be at a fixed time, remember to ask about it. ”

Jenkins stood there and smiled bitterly, "Well, can I move back now?"

"Do you need me to lend you some gold pounds? After buying this house and adding some furniture, I'm afraid you won't have much money on hand, right?"

old Willamt asked.

Jenkins still has about 30 pounds in his hand, which is better than when he just traveled through time. He thought about it and decided that there was no need to borrow money from his father.

"Is it expensive to hire a maid?"