Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 After all, the more you know about astronomy and astrology, the more you think you know very little. This is a very profound knowledge, even the Protoss themselves, dare not think that they know all the secrets of the starry sky.

　　 The starry sky is vast and boundless, and the star realm hides infinite secrets. Compared with these, the things in Jenkins' head are really not worth mentioning.

　　 "I only know a little bit of knowledge."

　　 While talking, he raised his right hand, thumb and index finger close together, leaving only a small gap to represent the content of his knowledge reserve. This action was learned from my father, and it was very appropriate.

　　 "Very honest and humble. This is a necessary quality of being a scribe."

　　 Mr. Bellini complimented in a low voice, and wrote a few words in his notebook. What Jenkins said was consistent with what he knew:

　　 "The church gave me the task of finding an astronomy teacher. This is also a past habit. According to the rules of Nolan Diocese, these are a few trusted astronomy professors or teachers with rich professional knowledge. You can take a look."

　　 While talking, he stood up, handed Jenkins a stack of black-and-white photos, and then sat back behind his desk.

　　 Jenkins put the file bag on the coffee table in front of him, and moved the teacup to a farther position to prevent accidentally knocking it over.

"The church develops several new gifters every year, but this year's number is less. Some of these teachers who are willing to accept short-term teaching tasks are ordinary people and some are gifted. The teaching cycle is about half a year. We hope you Being able to pass the course will gain more...As for the location and time of the class, you can discuss these by yourself. Of course, the cost is paid by the church. There is no need to worry about this."

　　 While Jenkins was looking at these materials, Mr. Bellini gave a whispered introduction. The previous information is normal. There are teachers from the astronomy department of a well-known university in Nolan City, and there are senior members of the astrology club, but the last few information only have names, which is a bit strange.

　　 "Miss Audrey? Does this refer to the lady fortuneteller who believes in [The Hermit of Destiny]?"

　　 He pretends that he has only heard the name, because this is a heretic, and the relationship between the two is so good that it will cause criticism.

　　 "Yes, I should have mentioned a sentence or two to you, too."

　　 Mr. Bellini nodded.

　　 "But, isn't she a heretic? The following documents are not all of the pagan-given person, right?"

Chapter 258-Burning Wood

　　 Jenkins pretended to look down at the information, and he was suspicious: "What's the matter, this is testing me? No, I remember Miss Audrey's relationship with the Sage Church is quite good..."

"Yes, it is not without precedent in the past to let pagans be teachers of new gifters. But we rarely let pagan gifters to teach. As for the reason, you should be able to think of it. Therefore, even if the city has great We have never tried to ask for help from the church of the God of Stars (referring to the Starry Sky in Vientiane). But this time the situation is a bit special... Let’s put it this way, we hope that Mr. Study under good conditions."

　　 He pressed one hand on the table, leaned forward, and stared into Jenkins' eyes:

"Mr. Williams, as the living son of the church in this era, you should assume more responsibilities. But your current level of gifters is still very low, so you will temporarily stay in the Diocese of Nolan and experience ordinary scribes. Life. But sooner or later you will leave here and move on to a broader stage. We all know that..."

"Yes, sir."

　　 Jenkins greeted softly, feeling very uncomfortable with the sudden seriousness in his heart, but still straightened his waist and put on an expression of ‘taught’.

"This diocese has the qualifications and ability, and I also have the will, and there are more than one gifters who can serve as teachers of Astronomy, and Miss Audrey and the gifters on the following papers are the most suitable. They are not the original The permanent benefactors of the parish have very little involvement with the interests of our church. Among them, Miss Audrey is the most suitable fortuneteller. Her research on astronomy is very unique..."

"Mr."

　　 Jenkins raised his hand embarrassedly and interrupted him, "Sir, then what does Miss Audrey think?"

　　 "I went to visit her last week, and Miss Audrey told me that it was okay. She would be happy to accept the job."

　　 "Did you mention my name?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 Mr. Bellini shook his head: "I know what you are worried about. Unless the intention is finally reached, no outsider will know who the new gifter is referring to. The church's confidentiality regulations are very strict."

　　 "You may have misunderstood."

　　 Jenkins nodded, slowly complaining in his heart. He was thinking that maybe Miss Audrey had learned that the person was referring to himself through some kind of divination ceremony. But there is no problem. The two are friends, and it is convenient if the astronomy teacher is her.

　　 "Then this is it. To be honest, I haven't had any contact with such a professional fortune-teller. It should be interesting to think about it."

　　 "No need to think about it again?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 "Well... that's it. This is only the study of general knowledge, and there is no need to think about so many things."

　　 "That's right."

Mr. Bellini touched the beard on his chin and nodded gently, "Then I will communicate with Miss Audrey in the near future, and she will contact you directly to start the course. Of course, if there is any accident during the course, you can Come to the church at any time for help. Although Miss Audrey has maintained a long-term friendship with this church, we can't take it lightly."

"Yes, sir."

　　 Although Jenkins said so, he thought that Miss Audrey's credibility was still very high. Besides, what is the danger of a bachelor who goes to a single woman's house? Would she lead Jenkins to summon some evil spirits?

　　 Of course, safety first makes sense.

　　 Nothing strange happened on this day. After I got home, I planned to give the chocolate a bath. But chocolate still hates bathing, and hates its own hair getting wet. It fought with Jenkins at home and ended in chocolate's victory. The cat's flexibility is much better than Jenkins.

　　 Chocolate seems to insist that he is not dirty. As for how Jenkins saw the cat's thoughts, he didn't even know it.

　　 "Maybe the ability of [Cat's Elegance] is really the result of watching cats."

　　 He thought so in his heart.

　　 After dinner, Jenkins routinely writes a book for a while. He turned off the cap of the ink bottle, and suddenly he was taken aback, as if thinking of something. So put down the pen and dipped some ink with my little finger.

　　 "Chocolate, you are a cat, and tigers should be close relatives."

　　 The cat lay on his right hand, flicking the black metal block with his paw, ignoring the silly remark.

　　 "If a pattern is painted on the forehead, it must be interesting."

　　While talking, Jenkins hugged his cat and stretched his little finger to its forehead.

　　 Chocolate struggled symbolically, and reached out to the table with his paw, giving up resisting Jenkins' childish behavior.

　　 Jenkins carefully drew the lines of the tiger's forehead on the chocolate forehead, and then drew a few pictures of the chocolate now and showed it to him. The young cat was not interested, thinking about the milk tomorrow morning.

　　 "Then that's it."

　　 Jenkins clapped his hands, indicating that the matter is over.

　　 "But the ink stains your hair, then we must go to the bath."

　　 Without waiting for the chocolate to react, Jenkins pinched its waist and rushed to the bathroom.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The screaming cry constantly echoed in the room.

　　 The next day is Saturday, and my father strictly forbids Jenkins to go to the store, so he can only use this very little free time to deal with family affairs.

　　 The fireplace has now been cleaned out, and Jenkins needs to buy some wood burning.

　　 He bought the wood for his own use, and the amount is not too large. Even if he buys a winter wood at a time, it can be stored in the basement under the house, but he needs to pay attention to the storage problem.

　　 walked out of the house with an unhappy chocolate face, cold wind mixed with thick mist rushed towards one person and one cat. The cat was still angry with Jenkins, but he couldn't control that much at the moment. He jumped from his boots to his feet, and kept scratching his trousers.

　　 Jenkins bent over and picked up the chocolate, the cat shrank into his arms, and then let out a pleasant cry.

　　 There is also a store specializing in selling firewood in the city, but the one recommended by Dad and Jenkins is in the outskirts of the city. They own a small forest farm, but the environment in this city is not suitable for the growth of wood for stoves. Therefore, the wood was actually transported from the far south of the Kingdom of Chessland.

　　 The boss is a handsome middle-aged man with a bald head. When he met Jenkins, he was wearing an khaki jacket with a brown cotton coat. This man's fingers are full of calluses, listening to his own introduction, this is the trace left by when he was a lumberjack when he was young.

Chapter 259 Chapter 255 The Wizard of the Forest

　　 I heard that Jenkins was introduced by Mr. Oliver, and the owner of the lumberyard shook hands with Jenkins actively. He introduced a wood that emits fragrance when burned, which is very rare in this age when spices are equivalent to gold.

　　 But Jenkins didn't want to be taken advantage of. Dad warned him, so he didn't want to buy back some wood that was soaked in fresh petal concentrate and dried.

　　 The land near the forest farm is abnormally wet, and when you step on it, there is an illusion that the soles of your shoes are stuck in the soil. The forest farm is not big, but the business is still booming. After Jenkins arrived, guests came to visit one after another.

　　Most of them are men who look like butlers, and some are middle-aged people like Jenkins who come to negotiate prices in person.

　　 Jenkins bargained with the boss for a long time before purchasing wood for winter under the "reluctant" expression of the other party. Both gave way. The boss promised Jenkins to find some workers for him to level the ground in the basement and make it waterproof to prevent the wood from getting wet. Jenkins has to pay for the shipping of the wood.

　　 This is a lot of money.

　　Until Jenkins paid the deposit and signed the contract with the boss in the wooden house, the two men smiled in unison. As for who is taking advantage, it is hard to say.

　　 Jenkins rarely comes out of the city, so he decided to turn around and go back. The boss will naturally not object. He told Jenkins that except for a small part of this forest area, it is a public asset of the city. It is managed by tax every year, and the profit is directly invested in the construction of urban public facilities. Nolan-Pasadi When the United Railway Company succeeded in raising funds, the Kingdom used the profit of this forest area to support it.

　　 At the turn of summer and autumn every year, many people come to go outing and hunting, so he will also serve as a supply station and equipment rental office. But now it is late autumn, and very few people come here for an outing. The chubby boss showed a kind smile, rubbing his hands and asked Jenkins if he needed a shotgun and a hunting permit, he could handle it here, and Jenkins was already worried about his wallet.

　　 If you move forward a few weeks, that time is the best time to hunt. But now that the first snow has fallen, the animals in the forest seldom come out to look for food, so the hunting at this time is only the layman with fresh pictures.

　　 Just like Jenkins, he happened to have time today, he also happened to be in the mood, and he thought of his father’s suggestion to "walk more outside when he has time." It took him some 1 pound and 3 shillings to get a full set of hunting/equipment/equipment from the forest farm owner.

　　 The price is actually very fair. The main cost is the hard "hunting permit". After all, the forest farm belongs to the city, the city belongs to the country, and the country belongs to the royal family.

　　 Poaching in the royal forest farm is not a crime that can be solved by a fine.

　　In the Mr. Ink club, Jenkins also practiced the use of shotguns, but this double-barreled single shot/shotgun is too difficult to use. The shotgun is even equipped with a rusty iron fiber, and you need to poke the muzzle with the iron fiber every time you shoot. Even this kind of gun hasn't been rifled yet, and where the bullets/bullets fly depends entirely on the guidance of the hermit of destiny.

　　 After going deep into the forest, he fired a few shots. After chasing and losing the rabbit that he found with great difficulty, he gave up hunting. Originally, I wanted the chocolate with a very good nose to act as a hound for a while, but when I discovered that it was not as big as a rabbit, I was worried that the young cat would be bullied by the ferocious rabbit, so I let the chocolate stay on the backpack behind him with peace of mind.

　　 This is also provided by the boss. There are spare bullets/bullets, ropes, towels, kettles, flints, flammable signal sticks and other items, which are totally worth the cost of 1 gold pound. At least from this point of view, the boss is very conscientious.

　　He planned to spend most of the morning and afternoon in the forest farm, then go back to the city to fix his pocket watch, go to the detective office to take a look, and then go to the bar to fetch Elderron's reply.

　　 When it was almost noon, Jenkins stepped on fallen leaves and stopped under a big tree with ferocious branches, ready to eat lunch. He didn't go too far, one was worried about getting lost, and the other was his purpose was just to relax.

　　 "Canned food and dried beef."

　　 He took the food out of the bag, looked at the chocolate disgustingly, and climbed up the tree along the trunk. Although this cat is young, it still has a strong sense of balance, and Jenkins is not worried that it will fall off.

　　 Sometimes, things like luck are hard to predict. After Jenkins opened the can, he was wondering whether he should try it. The suspiciously sticky meat sauce contained in the iron sheet heard a strange sound in his ear:

　　 "Gluck~"

　　 sounds a lot like the crazy A-12-02-4219, but there are still some differences. The sound is thinner, crisper and shorter.

　　 Jenkins threw the can aside decisively and drew his pistol from his waist.

　　 The air in the suburbs is much better than in the city, but there is still a faint mist in the woods, and even the sun at the end of autumn and noon can not penetrate it.

　　 The crisp and short laughter approached. Jenkins heard the chocolate beating against the leaves behind him, and ignored it.

　　 A few minutes later, a humanoid creature with a large palm and transparent cicada wings emerged from the grass in the distance.

"Elf?"

　　 Jenkins still did not put down the pistol, on the contrary, his vigilance became stronger.

The elves refer to a type of alien creatures with many subspecies. This is not the kind of humanoid creatures with sharp ears and wonderful shooting skills, but the evil and twisted humans in ancient myths and legends that tempt humans who stray into the forest. small things.

Among the subspecies of 　　 pixie, there are some kind and lawful creatures like Smurfs, but the proportion is very small. Most of what humans can encounter are beautiful-looking, but in fact, malicious species everywhere.

　　 There is a saying that the origin of the elf comes from the soul and resentment of the forest. But there is no evidence for this claim. More people still believe that elves are supernatural creatures left over from ancient times.

　　 The crazy smiling elf slowly flew towards Jenkins, Jenkins held it up, and he could see its face. On the white face, there are a pair of aura and narrow eyes with green pupils, and the mouth that is not as big as a bullet is constantly opening and closing.

　　 "Gluck~"

Ten meters away from Jenkins, it stopped, with matchstick-like arms folded across its chest, and then suddenly pulled downwards, a rainbow-like light beam began to spread outward, wrapping her like a round bubble. stand up.

　　 "Gluck~"

　　 Jenkins felt a bit tingling in his ears, holding a gun in one hand with his right hand, and touching the side of his face with his left hand, and he actually touched blood.

　　PS: Hunting/equipment is actually a sensitive word. What's wrong with this word?

Chapter 260 Chapter 256 Treasure Wizard

"what do you want to do?"

　　 Jenkins asked the handsome little elf, and gradually determined in his heart that this was definitely not a good creature.

　　 A gust of wind blew, and the ground covered with fallen leaves sounded rustling, but Jenkins was in a worse mood.

　　As the question was asked, the laughter stopped abruptly. The elf's face changed strangely, and the original Junxiu's face began to melt like wax.

　　 The face droops, and the skin tone becomes brown. In an instant, that face turned yellowish, and his eyes were as terrifying as two deep wells, and the corners of his mouth were almost flush with the eyes. Even in fairy tales, such terrifying creatures will not appear.

　　 It asked in a sharper voice: "Young traveler, do you want to be buried treasure?"

　　Like the temptation of the devil, Jenkins subconsciously wanted to say "thinking", but suddenly the chocolate sprang down from the tree and fell on his shoulder.

　　 Being pressed by the cat, Jenkins felt a subtle dizziness in his head, and then realized the current situation. With a blink of his eyes, this is not a strange species at all. The black aura represents that this is a trick.

　　 "A-11-02-3219."