The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins activated his ability to treat it with some distress, and the cat rubbed its owner's face affectionately.

"Chocolate, I almost died just now."

He pressed the cat's wound and said softly, without expecting a response, just a sigh after escaping death.

"I'm alive again."

He whispered softly, loosened his palm, and saw that the cat's wound had healed, so he was relieved.

After searching the body, he found a sharpened red wooden pencil on the right ear.

"Let me guess, is it a gift?"

The spirit overflowed from his hand, making the whole pencil immersed in it.

Looking at the half-floor train carriage not far away, the heads on the ground and the scattered luggage, Jenkins sighed.

"Praise the sage, may your light illuminate their way forward."

Chapter 123 Chapter 119 Crazy Bicycle

After praying, Jenkins touched the unusually well-behaved Chocolate and took out the pencil again:

"Chocolate, our next journey depends on this pencil."

When the next steam train arrives, it will definitely find traces here, but the railway company will never delay subsequent trains. Therefore, if you can use the pencil to get a convenient and fast way to go to Shire, then act according to the original plan. The appearance of the strange world disrupts your fate, and divination cannot tell you which train you took.

If the function of the pencil is different from what you think, then Jenkins will wait here as a survivor, and then contact the local church gifter who came to investigate as a scribe of the [Inherited Sage], but this will delay a lot of time.

Jenkins is still worried about why his father drove him out of Nolan.

He placed his cane and the cane with the rapier on the ground, sat down cross-legged, and took out the notebook he carried in his suitcase and wrote on the paper with a pencil:

"I sat on the ground writing, with Chocolate beside me, and the red and blue moons shining on us. Just then, a gentle pony ran from a distance, stopped in front of us, and proudly lifted the peg."

Jenkins, and Chocolate beside him who he didn't notice, raised their heads at the same time, and then looked around, but nothing appeared.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be like that."

Jenkins sighed, squinted his eyes at the moonlight and looked at the tip of the pen. There was wear and tear, which meant that it was different from the candle. This was an item that would be consumed as it was used.

Turning out a new page of paper, Jenkins neatly drew a cube, and nothing happened.

Using perspective to fill in the invisible parts, nothing happened.

Divide each side into nine parts, and draw a rotating axis connecting each small piece in the center of the cube. The trace amount of spirit in the body is absorbed, and the world's first Rubik's Cube emerges from the paper and is born.

"Magic pen?"

He smiled lightly and experimented again. Finally, he found that things that can be born through painting must meet four conditions:

First, you are fully aware of all the structures and functions of the objects you depict;

Second, the things you draw must contain at least nine-tenths of the structure of the real object, and the proportions of each part are accurate;

Third, the scale is one to one;

Fourth, it cannot be ore, metal, or other objects that have no practical use.

"I will learn sketching when I go back."

Jenkins sighed, then smoothed the ground with his hands, tore off more than ten pages of white paper to make a large curtain, took a pencil, and carefully drew an old-fashioned bicycle.

When I used A-10-2-9116 to draw the sword fairy, I could only draw abstract paintings, and I still relied on the characteristics of the strange object to show my thoughts.

But bicycles are different. When Jenkins took the course [Engineering Machinery Drawing] before crossing over, the old professor's final assignment was to draw a bicycle according to the specifications.

This happened not long before crossing over, and Jenkins could still remember some of the proportions and mechanical structures of the various parts of the bicycle.

After half an hour of tossing and turning, there was no train coming from the distance, and a brand new bicycle had emerged from the paper. The price was the wear and tear of the pencil again and the almost exhausted spirit in the body.

Thanks to the spirit given by the strange world, otherwise this bicycle would never be drawn.

"Let's go."

He waved to Chocolate, and at the same time put his cane, walking stick and suitcase in the front frame of the car. Chocolate looked at this alien creation curiously, and then jumped into Jenkins' arms and was placed in the basket by him. He also took a coat from the suitcase to cover the cat to prevent the cat from catching a cold.

"Meow~"

"So, I don't know what the strange place is, I just took the next train to Shire."

He told Chocolate, looked up at the moon, looked back at the messy accident scene behind him, and finally prayed for those poor people. He tightened his collar, held the handlebars, and then swung his right leg over the large horizontal bar in front of the car, staggering along the railway.

It should be said that it is worthy of being an item made by Enci, the quality is really very good. Don't think about reaching Shire before noon just relying on the speed of the bicycle, but Jenkins has the ability of [Flexible Legs and Feet], and simply switching legs up and down does not consume much spirit.

He was originally worried that the car would fall apart, but he didn't expect his legs to be almost turned into a hot wheel, and the frame only squeaked.

In order to prevent the steam boiler from overheating and exploding, the current maximum speed allowed by the [Creation and Machinery] Church to be set by the train company is not very high. Jenkins sped along the train track and finally arrived near the Shire City Station an hour later than the original time.

This was also thanks to the fact that the distance from Shire City was not far when the incident happened.

From a distance, he could see the very faint fire in the city. Jenkins turned the front of the car, drove off the track and turned into the woods beside.

Bang!

He and his car crashed into the tree. Chocolate had already prepared to jump onto the branch, while Jenkins flew half a meter away with his luggage.

He rode too fast, and the brake system had already had problems, so he could only stop in this primitive way.

"Huh~"

He stood up with his waist supported, and the bicycle was almost completely scrapped.

He pulled out the rapier in the cane, tore off the two rubber tires and threw them aside. Injected a little spirit, and then chopped the pile of scrap metal with the moonlight-like sword. There was a loud clang. Unless a skilled craftsman appeared, no one could tell what this pile of scrap metal was.

Jenkins had never heard of a bicycle in this world, so he naturally couldn't "invent" it by himself. He had to keep in mind the setting of the character of Jenkins Williamette so that he could keep everything he had now.

The frame could be solved, and the rubber tires were buried in the woods after digging a deep pit. This was not a place he was familiar with, so he could only do this for the time being.

Instead of entering the city, he carried a box, a cane, and a cat and walked around the outskirts of the city stealthily and came to the vicinity of the city's public cemetery.

The box and the [Spirit Strike Cane] were hidden in a hidden place, the chocolate was stuffed in his arms to prevent running around, and the rapier was ready to dig a grave. He took advantage of the moment when the clouds covered the moon and got in through the gap in the cemetery fence.

The female hunter's report mentioned this place. The cemetery keeper was an elderly man, a first-level gifter, who belonged to the [Death and Doom] Church. But he had recently fallen seriously ill, and the current guard was an ordinary person who was temporarily found, so the infiltration plan went very smoothly.

Chapter 124 Chapter 120 Weird Seal

It went very smoothly. Jenkins looked at his pocket watch in the moonlight. It was only one minute and twenty-one seconds since he entered the cemetery, and the small cemetery of Prill Jones, the trainee makeup artist of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, was already in front of him.

The tombstone embedded in the grass had the birth and death dates of this poor man, as well as the cause of death - influenza. There was also a message from the head of the troupe, who praised the life of this poor girl in a sad tone.

According to the funeral customs of the kingdom, in this kind of regulated cemetery, the coffin should be directly below the tombstone.

"Do you really want to dig someone else's grave?"

Jenkins raised his rapier and pointed it at the wet lawn, and hesitated again.

"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart, then threw the sword aside, half squatted down, and pressed the ground with both hands.

"If this doesn't work, I'll really dig your grave. Sorry, if I have a chance, I will avenge you... By the way, how did you die?"

While mumbling in his heart, he closed his eyes and emptied his mind, and then activated [Soul Out of Body]. The moonlight tonight was a little strange and cold. The body fell to the ground, while the spirit went deep into the ground.

Just approaching that direction, the tempting "smell" almost made his spirit pounce on it.

But it can't be like this. Once his spirit touches the divinity, it will passively burn it and use it. It can't be wasted here.

The spirit slowly retracted from the ground, but something underground was chasing it. Jenkins just climbed up from the grass and heard a "pop~" sound. A golden thing drilled out of the soil beside him. The shape looked very much like a musical note.

"It's you!"

He shouted in his heart, unbuttoned his shirt neatly, and groped up and down his underwear with his left and right hands, pulling off seven or eight cloth pockets. He took out the various metals pressed into appropriate shapes and assembled them into non-standard blocks, then used a thin sword to push the golden object away.

Cut his finger with the sword and wiped a blood mark on one side of the hexahedron.

"With my blood!"

The metal block that was about to fall apart was closed.

Turn the hexahedron over and apply the silver powder blessed by Bishop Palod on the second side.

"With the purity of silver!"

The junction of different metals showed a tendency to melt.

Turn the hexahedron over and put a blade of grass pulled from the ground beside him on the third side.

"With the spirit of the leaf!"

A faint golden light emerged in the vision of the Eye of Truth.

Turn the hexahedron over and smear a white mark on the fourth side. This is the spiritual powder obtained after killing the evil spirit in the hospital last time.

"With the evil of the soul!"

The six sides shrank inward at the same time and gradually flattened.

Turn the hexahedron over and leave nothing on the fifth side, letting the moonlight shine.

"With the light of the moon!"

The metal block in his hand vibrated violently.

Turn the hexahedron over and use light blue ritual chalk to draw the holy emblem of the sage on the last side.

"With the power of God!"

All the strange phenomena disappeared, and the palm-sized black standard hexahedron stayed in the palm of Jenkins' left hand.

The sealing ceremony is over!

This is a very special ritual. The focus of the ritual is not on the metal, but on the seals on the six sides. Except for the blood of the ritual host at the beginning, and the holy emblem of the ritual host at the end, what to use on the other four sides depends entirely on what you have, what you can touch, and what you understand in your heart.

If people other than the sealer want to unlock the seal, they must prepare rituals for the six sides. The holy emblem on the last side can be solved by using that kind of paper, and the blood on the first side requires killing the sealer.

Jenkins can get the first drop of divinity, which means that the person who sealed it is dead, and the seals on the other four sides have been damaged for unknown reasons.

Any conscious preparation in advance will cause the ritual to fail, but it will definitely succeed without preparation.

These are the knowledge that Jenkins got when the ritual was just going on.

Given the useless role of this ritual, not many people even in the Church of Knowledge and Books have used it. Jenkins only broke out in a cold sweat after he finished it completely.

"Just now, why did I move on my own?"

He realized in a trance that there was a great secret behind this "special seal", but why did this thing appear on the first floor of the Secret Library?

He quickly packed up and prepared to run away. Chocolate remained silent throughout the whole process, and only scratched Jenkins' pocket containing the metal block after leaving the cemetery.

"Don't make trouble!"

He scolded softly, "I'll get you a dose of animal wisdom enlightenment potion when I go back."

So the cat was obedient, but when it was in Jenkins' arms, it took a look at the hut where the cemetery guard lived.

After finding his luggage and confirming that no one had discovered it, he carefully walked back to the woods near the Shire City Steam Train Station. Holding Chocolate, he huddled in the tree until the sky was slightly bright, and a loud whistle sounded from a distance. Jenkins held the unused ticket in one hand and the pocket watch in the other, checked the time, and then ran out quickly with Chocolate.

He didn't have the ability to climb the train, so he merged into the flow of people at the station first, and then walked out of the station with the arriving passengers.

The serious accident caused by the appearance of the strange world has been noticed. It is impossible not to be noticed. When Jenkins left, the half of the carriage was lying on the railroad track.

Jenkins raised his collar and pricked up his ears like a cat, eavesdropping on other people's discussions about this matter. Trains coming from the direction of Nolan have to pass through that section of the railway, so they all saw the gathered army, police, strange people in strange costumes and serious-looking church priests.

The air in Shire is better than that in Nolan City, and the visibility in the early morning is not bad. Like an ordinary foreigner, Jenkins got on the carriage one block away from the station to prevent being ripped off by the coachman.

The carriage slowly passed the workers going to work, turned left at the five-way intersection of the awakening city, crushed the pebbles on the road, and passed by another carriage. Finally, Jenkins found the herbal medicine store hidden in the deepest part of the city according to the note given to him by his father.

The general view is that herbal medicine, like witchcraft, is a trick of the island savages outside this continent. This perception is actually correct in some aspects, but there are indeed herbal masters among the savages, and witchcraft is actually a curse.

Old Jack is the owner of this herbal shop. Before this trip, Jenkins had never heard of this person.

Chapter 125 Chapter 121 The Devil

It is about seven o'clock now, but the store door is still closed. This person is not as diligent as his father.