The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins blinked, repeating the word in his mind, and then suddenly noticed another point: "Thirty years ago?"

He raised his head, slightly surprised: "Sorry."

The voice was very low, worried about being heard by the people around him: "We will talk about the undead disaster and dad's matter later, but thirty years ago, was it the thirty years before the great plague?"

The great plague he was talking about was the plague that Robert Willemt fled to here from his distant hometown.

"Yes, dad didn't mention it? The natural disaster of the undead began with a terrible artifact: A-12-1-0044, the skeleton sword of the undead. The history of this sword can even be traced back to the 3rd Era. It already has its own intelligence, controls a person who accidentally received it, and uses its own characteristics to form a terrifying undead army. "

Seeing the horrified expression on Jenkins' face, she smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, the so-called army is just a four-digit army of the undead. As soon as they formed an organization, they were trapped by the Zhengshen Church in a man named Dai. The small city in Sri Lanka was then wiped out, and the horrific plague that swept across the continent that year was actually the corpse plague that the skull sword inadvertently spread when it created the undead. That sword and that army brought justice to that generation. God’s church has caused great harm to the gifted ones, and mortals are protected from swords because of us, but they have to face the plague.”

In fact, Jenkins was frightened by the "Undead Scourge" and "Sentient Sword". When he knew that the incident was different from what he thought, he felt relieved.

Just when he was about to ask about the whereabouts of the sword and whether there was any other secret about it, he saw a carriage engraved with the Mihail family crest parked at the main entrance of the club.

Subconsciously, he wanted to cover his face with his hands, but he realized that he was in disguise.

The people who stepped out of the car were not the two aristocratic ladies that Jenkins knew, but a middle-aged man with a serious expression and elegant manners.

He was wrapped in a large windbreaker, handed the ruby-encrusted cane to the waiter who came out to greet him, and then hurriedly walked into the club with several serious-looking entourage.

"you say."

Miss Audrey, who was sitting opposite Jenkins, cupped her face and looked in that direction: "Guess, what is Marquis Michael doing here? Normal socializing? Meeting with his mistress? Or is there something else?"

Marquis Michael is a powerful nobleman in charge of the navy and often appears in newspapers. It is not surprising that Miss Audrey knows him. Coupled with the tidbits that spread throughout the city some time ago, this Marquis can be regarded as the most famous person in the city in a sense.

At the party that day, Jenkins not only glanced at him from a distance, but also talked about the matter with Hathaway for a few words. He originally thought that she would be unwilling to continue the topic because of Miss Michael's face, but unexpectedly the red-haired girl With a mysterious look on his face, he told all the things he heard from Bryony and warned Jenkins not to be such a person.

From this point, we can know that the relationship between Bryony Mihael and the Marquis is not good, otherwise Hathaway would not have any scruples to say such things in social situations, even if she said it, only Jenkins was nearby.

"There's a family crest on the carriage, so it can't be that it's a private matter."

Jenkins looked over and replied: "I learned from my friends that the place where Marquis Michael meets his mistress is usually at a manor outside the city... Of course, if it is another mistress, let's talk about it separately. "

"Oh, you know this too? I thought Mr. Williamt was the kind of person who only likes to study quietly and doesn't like to socialize."

Jenkins didn't answer because the sentence was wrong no matter how he answered it.

PS: To emphasize one point, regardless of whether I made a mistake in the previous article (I checked it, it should be correct), I now declare: Miss Michael's father is a marquis, and Hathaway Hertha's father is an earl.

Chapter 215 Chapter 211 Disgusting Party and Entry

It was impossible for Jenkins to accost the Marquis and ask him to take the two men inside. He didn't even know if Marquis Michael knew him.

After waiting for a while, an unmarked carriage stopped at the street corner, almost right behind the dessert shop. Jenkins glanced around, and his true eyes saw the Giver inside through the carriage compartment.

"I think I have an idea."

He signaled Miss Audrey to wait here, put on his hat, put his hands in his pockets, opened the door and walked out of the dessert shop with his neck hunched, like an unlucky man who had a bad date.

He stepped on the stone pavement and turned around from the other end of the street, and then used some money again to ask the boys playing together in the alley to send him a note for him. Soon, Hathaway Hersha appeared in front of him, and Jenkins had returned to his original appearance.

"Jenkins, I hope that next time you ask someone to deliver a note, you at least make it clear who the target is."

She looked a little annoyed and stretched out her hand to poke Jenkins in the chest, but thought about it and took it back.

"Sorry, is there anyone else on the carriage?"

"Yes, Brienne was there too. She opened the note and saw that ugly violin you drew..."

The girl angrily talked about the embarrassing situation at that time, and then asked: "It's strange that a great writer would come to me."

This is indeed the case since the two met, and Jenkins took the initiative to contact the girl.

The red-haired girl originally wanted to use these words to ridicule the man opposite her, but when she saw his thoughtful look, she suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Okay, okay, Jenkins, what's the matter?"

She regained her normal expression.

"I want to enter the Bronte Club, do you have a way?"

A disgusted expression immediately appeared on the girl's face, and she subconsciously took a few steps back. But then he remembered who was standing opposite him, and he felt relieved.

"You wouldn't... I must be crazy, you are Jenkins Willamt, how could you want to attend that kind of party."

"What's the meaning?"

"nothing."

The expression on Hathaway's face was still disgust, but the target was definitely not Jenkins, "It's just that kind of party, I think you can never imagine it, a disgusting man, oh, and a disgusting woman."

Jenkins dispersed his thoughts for a while and trembled at the corner of his mouth, finally understanding what she was talking about.

"No way? Do you understand?"

Hathaway was a little surprised, and then showed a real expression: "Yeah, man."

Knowing that the girl across from him also liked girls, Jenkins didn't want to waste time on such a topic.

"I just saw Marquis Michael, he entered the club."

"Yes, yes, of course Mr. Marquis will not attend that kind of low-end party. The aristocrats have more fun. Hmm, Britney suspected that his father had found a new love, so he came with me to take a look. , I guess he’s meeting someone important in private.”

"Why don't you call detectives? As long as they have money, they will do anything."

Jenkins asked.

"It's very complicated. The affairs of the Michael family are more exciting than the stories written by the court novelists. Brienne is not willing to tell these things... Anyway, you want to go there, right? Okay, this is very Fortunately, I have a solution."

Hathaway waved her hand, then motioned for Jenkins to listen carefully. She didn't inquire about what Jenkins wanted to do, but simply exchanged a few words and left. At the same time, Hathaway also warned Jenkins that it would be best to stay away from his "man in black" friend recently, because he seems to have committed another big thing recently.

The big event refers to the night when the demon was summoned. Even though there is currently no evidence to prove that the black-robed man who likes to collect weird things is related to this matter, the current consensus is surprisingly unanimous - it is him.

In a sense, this is correct.

"Are you worried about me?"

Seeing that Hathaway wanted to leave, Jenkins suddenly asked again.

The latter turned his head, his face a little red, and his real eyes moved to the side, pretending to be interested in the severed steam pipe on the wall: "I just don't want to hurt the few friends who can share secrets."

"Thanks."

He nodded, and seeing that the girl hadn't left yet, he added: "I have very few friends, so you have to be careful recently. The gear germ issue has not been resolved yet, and it is very dangerous here. If you encounter something that cannot be resolved, you can come here Find me."

The red-haired girl blinked, "If I didn't know what kind of person you are, I might think that you want to pursue..."

She stopped talking, looked at Jenkins with a strange look, then stepped on her shoes and walked away.

"baffling."

The man who was left alone muttered to himself, then folded his hands and left.

Enduring the heartache, I used a makeup charm again, then joined Miss Audrey and came to the back door where the man just disappeared.

Miss Audrey's divination revealed that the man was still in the club, rather than leaving through a secret passage.

According to the method Hathaway just told me, I bent my fingers and knocked lightly on the door a few times, three long and one short, then short and long. After a moment, the iron door was pushed open a crack from the inside, and a man with a sinister face and dark skin stuck out his head.

He looked around at Jenkins and Audrey, and seeing that they were well-dressed and not poor in temperament, he took the ten-pound note from Jenkins' hand and pushed the door completely open to let them in.

This club called Bronte would hold some unsightly parties from time to time. However, due to the club’s high annual membership fee, there are very few people eligible to participate. Therefore, after obtaining the consent of all members, the club allows some ordinary guests who have money and passable looks to attend the party. But this kind of thing can only be recommended by members. The code just now corresponds to a person with an official status in the club. Ms. Hathaway and Ms. Michael originally wanted to send someone into the club to check, but then gave up.

Therefore, this spot will fall into the hands of Jenkins.

In the end, this matter was a bit embarrassing. Miss Audrey originally didn't want to continue, but then she changed her mind for some unknown reason.

After the two entered the club through the back door, they headed toward the underground party hall under the leadership of a strong man. Miss Audrey winked at Jenkins, who coughed violently. The man in a black formal suit was startled, turned his head subconsciously, and was punched unconscious by Miss Audrey.

Jenkins has not yet received professional training and does not know the advanced skills of knocking humans unconscious with his fists.

Chapter 216 Chapter 212 Doors, Windows and Ears

Time was running out, so the two dragged the man to the garbage pile outside the iron gate and hid it before returning to the club again. The corridor was covered with red carpet, and there was a strange, cloyingly sweet smell in the air. Although it looks heavily guarded from the outside, once you enter, you can't see any security guards at all.

Although they could pretend to be ordinary guests, for safety reasons, they still relied on Jenkins's ability to leave his body in his dreams to check if there was anyone at the corner ahead. Miss Audrey would toss a coin from time to time to determine whether the direction they were heading was correct. They soon came to the second floor and stopped in front of a room without a door number.

This kind of room is for club members to rest. Usually, there is no regulation on which room belongs to whom, but they will look for an empty room when they are in use.

A red tag is hung on the wooden door with gilded decorations, which means that this place is being used.

On the wall opposite the door hangs a decorative oil painting, which shows a wooden door standing on the grassland. It is unknown what the painter wants to express.

Miss Audrey was stunned for a moment and reminded softly: "The inspiration of the fortune teller is stronger than that of the ordinary gifter. I feel that this painting is reminding us of something. We must be careful later."

Jenkins nodded and squinted his eyes to look inside the door. There were only a bunch of light spots there, a total of 10 light spots, and it was a level 5 gifter.

In addition, there is a very clear group of yellow and red auras at the bottom of the light spot. This means that this gifter carries a special item of Class B, and it has both spell and fighting abilities.

"I'll go see what's inside."

He whispered. The two of them can't stay here for too long. The missing back door guard may be discovered at any time.

Miss Audrey tossed the coin again, removed the covered palm and looked at it, and nodded to Jenkins.

His body tilted, and then he was supported by the lady, and his soul passed through the wall and entered the room.

Miss Audrey's divination was correct. The gifter did not have the ability to identify spirits.

"I can save you, but you have to pay a price."

The middle-aged man in a tuxedo leaned comfortably on the rocking chair. On the small wooden round table next to the chair was a bottle of red wine and an exquisite glass.

And the man opposite him, who was dressed in rags and looked embarrassed, was more and more out of tune with the environment here.

"Mr. Robinson, as long as you can help me get rid of those terrible gears, I am willing to pay any price."

The soul out of the body consumes too much spirit, even if it is upgraded to a level, it dare not waste it casually. If the stone obtained from the 15th era was not borrowed by the stars, he could even abandon his body, but not now.

The soul re-entered the body, opened his eyes, and took a deep breath like a dead body resurrected.

"The infected person is inside, and there is another man inside. They are talking about the gear germs. I think he is likely to be the gifter."

Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. The two did not continue to talk, but hid in an empty room next door. The target of the two was on the other side of the wall.

This room was arranged like an ordinary living room. In addition to a bed with a gauze curtain, there is also an elegant bookshelf, a red double-door wardrobe, and a mahogany desk. There is only a brass table lamp on the table now, which is a very classic hanging basket style.

"What should we do now?"

He turned and asked, while Miss Audrey walked quickly to the window, looked down, and did not draw the curtains. There is another remote alley under the window sill, and opposite is a strange three-story black building without even a window, so there is no need to worry about being discovered that there is someone in the room.

"Mr. William, looking at this window, I have another strange feeling... It's really strange."

She turned her head and looked at Jenkins' face, "The feeling of being in touch with fate today is stronger than before. Sure enough, Mr. William is a person favored by fate."

"No, I am a person favored by the sage."

He nodded very affirmatively, and then straightened his chest to make himself look more confident.

"Yes, I am a person favored by the sage."

He repeated it once, and then asked again, "What should we do now?"

"It doesn't matter."

As the woman spoke, she searched in the pocket of her coat with a lot of lace and tulle elements, and finally took out a large glass bottle. In the pale yellow solution in the bottle, there was a human ear floating.

Not to mention that the volume of this bottle is obviously larger than the pocket, Jenkins has been guessing what this black weird thing that even the Eye of Truth did not find before taking it out is.

"A-01-4-9155, shameful eavesdropper."

Miss Audrey nodded to Jenkins, and an awkward expression appeared on her delicate face behind the disguise.

"This strange creature was born in 1023 of this era. Yes, it was born, not discovered. This terrible story is very complicated. We will talk about it when we have time. Let me tell you about its characteristics:

First, this human ear is attached to the ear of an ordinary human. Before the death of the human, the ear cannot be removed in any way, and the person will be entangled in the terrible whispers of unknown origin for the rest of his life. We guess that they heard the voices of some terrible creatures in the subspace with the help of the eavesdropping characteristics.

Second, attach this human ear to the ear of the gifted, and the gifted will be able to selectively eavesdrop on any sound around him. However, it cannot be used continuously for more than ten minutes, otherwise the ear structure of the gifted will undergo permanent and irreversible changes. This transformation will greatly enhance hearing, and at the same time, the appearance will change. The known changes are: the ear volume increases until the earlobe touches the ground; the ear proliferates to three pairs; the ear is absorbed inward by the head, leaving only a small hole whose structure cannot be detected; the ear changes into the appearance of some alien ear... The transformation process is very short, but extremely painful, and will permanently affect the mind. The mentally fragile gifted is very likely to go crazy. "

She paused, took out a small knife that looked like a ritual silver dagger, and cut away the sticky glue-like substance around the cork of the glass bottle. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she reached into the liquid and took out the ear.

It was definitely not Jenkins' illusion, the ear trembled on its own.

"This woman... is worthy of being a gifter."

Jenkins believed that this act of taking out an even more disgusting organ from a disgusting liquid with bare hands was definitely not something that an ordinary woman could do.