Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate lay in front of the stove, the flame reflected in its eyes, and it kept jumping. The mysterious flame made the cat's black and white shiny hair glow slightly, and a small reptile crawled across the ground in front of the carpet, and then was pulled into the void by the black hand that stretched out from nowhere.

　　 Jenkins, who is addicted to the world of mathematics, did not realize that his cat, although it does not catch mice, can exterminate insects.

　　 This is the fourth week of October. Thursday night is the gathering of Mr. Corpse, which is the last important thing before the end of this month.

Professor 　　 brought some good news to Jenkins. After the last time they attended the Mr. Corpse party, they had an "expedition" together. The stone slabs obtained during the expedition were recycled by the church, but the compensation and the two gold boxes after recycling are still very valuable.

　　 The two distributed according to the plan that had been negotiated long ago, and Jenkins finally got about 140 pounds in cash.

　　 Jenkins can feel a trace of peace of mind only when the non-heavy banknotes fall into his pocket.

　　 The abandoned hospital where Mr. Corpse was located is still the same, with white smoke covering the entire area. Just over the low wall, the familiar feeling of depression came to my heart again. He shook his head fiercely, trying to dispel this feeling, but the discomfort in his heart increased a bit.

　　 It is now completely certain that what is hidden in this hospital must be more than just an eighth-level strong. The source of the sense of depression from the bottom of my heart is definitely not just a powerful human being.

Professor 　　's complexion was very good, and when the two met, he invited him to have a drink first. This is also a gifter with a big secret. At least to this day, Jenkins still has no way to guess what it is that led him to become a gifter in his dream. But since the church didn't mind, he certainly wouldn't say anything about it.

　　 When I first came here in late summer, weeds grew in the deserted hospital. However, with the changes of the outside seasons, the environment here has not changed much. He took this in mind, but didn't talk to the professor right away.

　　 Before entering the abandoned building, the two ran into another stranger in a hurry. Everyone's destination was the same, and they didn't talk to each other, so they kept a certain distance and came to the corridor.

　　 A new member arrived at this gathering. Mr. Corpse told him the rules of the gathering as usual and ignored it. But only two-thirds of the people who came here this time. When Jenkins was still wondering, the stranger standing next to him took the initiative to stand up:

　　 "Dear Sir, where have all our companions gone? I mean, I don't intend to inquire into other people's privacy, but if something important happens tonight, we should be prepared."

　　 "It's okay."

　　 The man sitting in the corpse cabinet said, Jenkins noticed that his face became paler, which made him involuntarily think of the paper man in the ghost story.

"I also just received the news. This is really unexpected. When a house in Chengnan District was undergoing renovation, some'strange' things were accidentally dug out, and now the five adjacent blocks are all blocked. It did not come. The participants here were probably delayed in their journey."

　　 The man who asked the question bowed to express his gratitude, and did not continue to ask if anything had been discovered. Jenkins was thoughtful and planned to ask his father tomorrow, he might know something.

　　 Although he deliberately sold the water from the Fountain of Wisdom in his hand, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally chose to keep it in his own hands. Although he hasn't saved much, he hasn't had a lot of money to point out recently, and Mr. Bro is about to pay for this month's book.

　　 The most important thing is that Jenkins hasn't decided yet, whether he wants to give this bottle of water to the old man.

　　 It should be said that Mr. Corpse’s party is indeed the most high-end party that Jenkins has come into contact with. This time someone took out a special item with a number. It was a wind direction chain, to be precise, a rough white wool with a piece of iron hanging from it. The middle part of the iron sheet was dug out completely, and a thin iron wire was inserted, and then a small hole was dug in the middle of a smaller iron sheet and stringed in the iron wire.

　　 If the wind blows, the small iron piece strung on the wire will whistle and whistle, so as to simply judge the wind direction. This is a common cheap ornament, worn by sailors, coachmen and the like. There are many shops in Aunt Sally next to the old antique shop.

　　 With Jenkins’s eyesight, I can barely see the number [BWE29133] on the iron plate, but I don’t know the meaning.

　　 The particularity of this item is that if the small iron piece in the middle of the wind direction chain is actively fiddled with the hand in a windy outdoor, the wind direction can be temporarily changed. It cannot change the wind direction for a long time, nor can it change extremely fast winds such as hurricanes, but it can affect the weather to a certain extent, and it is a very powerful prop in itself.

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　　B-04-4-0944, the wind direction chain of the wind direction. Jenkins was very interested in this, but this item was not very practical for him. The trap rope in his hand was temporarily unwilling to be exchanged with others, so he did not buy it.

　　 Professor Burns spent 23 pounds this time to buy a small handful of broken iron pieces, which is a special material produced in a common trick. A-06-03-3117, a black haunted house, randomly appears in any place where humans live. After it disappears, some discarded building materials will be left in place, and these iron pieces are one of them.

　　 Because the source is a powerful space-like creature, this is a rare ritual material associated with space. As far as Jenkins knows, similar things are often used in the rituals of calling for arrival and sacrifice of foreign objects.

　　 But Professor Burns is an innocent scribe of the Orthodox Church, and he certainly wouldn't do these things.

　　 After Jenkins was upgraded to level 2, the number of abilities has reached the full value, so those expensive and rare materials are not needed recently. The materials for the ceremony that the old professor gave him can be bought in the church and are cheaper, so he didn't buy anything.

　　Because there were fewer people participating in the party this time, the time for the party to end was also advanced. Before everyone left, someone asked Mr. "Generous" Corpse again, and he responded.

　　 The man in the black robe and hood took a step closer to the dim position of the candle in the forbidden room.

　　 "Sir, Nolan City has been very unclear recently. Is it necessary for us to leave the local area to temporarily avoid possible dangers?"

　　 Mr. Corpse's face turned slowly, looking at the man who spoke. He took a step back subconsciously and quickly stabilized his footsteps.

　　 "This is an opportunity, a rare opportunity in a thousand years. Humph~"

　　 There are some inexplicable emotions in the last sound. This gentleman used to speak, like a machine, with no emotion at all. This is the first time Jenkins can feel the taste of humans in his words.

　　 The weather was still gloomy the next day, and the sky seemed to be brewing abnormally heavy snow. Jenkins and Chocolate yawned neatly and pushed open the door of the old antique shop. Behind him, a group of workers carrying wooden boxes walked to the township dock.

　　 "Sir, what are you doing?"

　　 Hearing the sound of the bell, the old man raised his head sharply, then grabbed his coat and hat and prepared to leave.

"It just so happens that you are here. Today, you came to see the store. I wrote the things that need to be done and put them on the counter. If I haven't come back in the evening, just lock the store door and leave. Something tricky, I need an old fellow to take a look."

　　 "But sir..."

　　 "You are already a mature apprentice, and you can watch the shop by yourself."

　　 He jumped over Jenkins, waved his hands without looking back, wrapped his rickety body in his coat, and walked on the stone road to the carriage parked on the corner.

　　 Jenkins was relieved until a plump, well-dressed lady passed by the door of the store.

　　 "I want to go together too..."

　　 He muttered softly, then put down the chocolate with his squinting eyes, took off the heavy clothes, and only wore a white shirt with a black velvet vest. The temperature in the store was very good.

　　 He picked up the piece of paper left by his father, then thought of something, blinked and looked directly at his feet, the black eyeball-like aura disappeared.

　　 "I was taken away by my father..."

　　 I don't know whether it is fortunate or disappointed, but I don't have to be a thief.

　　 Until lunch, there were no guests from the antique shop. After doing the daily copy, Jenkins sat at the counter and read a book. In addition, since Miss Miller is about to travel, he also wants to organize some mathematical analysis and give it to her as a parting gift.

　　 Although it has been decided that after Miss Magic has repaired the ceremony, it is not difficult to contact remotely in the future, but according to the general etiquette, gifts are always needed.

　　 After lunch, the weather became more and more gloomy. Jenkins originally thought it would be snowing, and watched the reluctant cat in the backyard for a while, but the snow did not fall after a long time, only the clouds covering Nolan became thicker and thicker.

　　 Jenkins' instinct is reminding him that something big will happen. But Miss Bevanna will be back from New Truman tomorrow, and the other four Orthodox churches have level 8 gifters in the local area. Even if something happens again, he will not be allowed to stand out.

　　 Ding Dong~

　　 The bell rang at the door, and Jenkins turned to look over there. He was reading a current best-selling knight novel just now to supplement the popular literature writing techniques of this era, while Chocolate was lying on the armrest of his armchair while sleeping, actually peeking at the book with his eyes half-opened.

　　 "Welcome to the old antique shop, can I help you?"

　　 sat up on the wooden chair in front of the fireplace and greeted today's first guest politely.

　　 This is a middle-aged man with a shabby beard, wearing a trench coat, but the clothes on his body are fairly neat. She is not tall and wears a pair of ordinary eyes, but the symptoms of dark circles are somewhat obvious. Lost eyes, it should be a bad spirit.

　　 This look fits Jenkins' definition of a down-and-out middle-aged person.

　　 "Hello, my name is Mason Pisco."

　　'S voice seemed a little low, maybe it was because I didn't sleep well last night.

　　 "That's it, I am a writer."

"me too."

　　 Jenkins thought with a smile, but didn't expect to meet his colleagues. He gestured to ask Pisco to speak in front of the fireplace.

　　 "I am the kind of writer who writes stage plays and opera scripts for others."

　　 He snorted his nose, as if he had a cold.

"Recently, I ran into trouble with my writing. Many of the plots happened in the same scene. So I want to come here to try my luck. Oh, I'm here to buy things, but please tell me stories about these antiques. , I will buy the item with the best story."

　　 "A script writer who goes out to collect materials."

　　 Jenkins once again defined Mr. Pisco, and asked with concern:

　　 "Is it okay with your illness? Or see a doctor."

"No need to."

　　 The man took out the handkerchief and wiped it in front of his nose, then shook his head violently.

　　 "How do you call it?"

　　 "Jenkins Williams."

　　 "Okay, Mr. William. Please take me to choose antiques. Of course, what I want is actually a story."

　　 This is really a strange person, but since he is just an ordinary person and he doesn't carry any special items on his body, Jenkins can only treat him as an ordinary guest.

　　Since he said he wanted to buy the antique with the best story, then Jenkins would not fail to earn this golden pound.

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　　 Mr. Pisco really came to buy the story. Jenkins casually fabricated the little story of the down-and-out nobleman that suits this person's appetite. In the end, he actually had to spend 20 pounds to buy a copper pot on the store shelf.

　　 But these items placed in the store by the old man are all fakes. The real good things are on the shelves behind the counter and in the warehouse behind. The cost of this thing is probably not even 10 shillings. Jenkins, who still has a businessman's conscience, is a little soft, but Mr. Pisco doesn't care.

　　 "I said, I am not for antiques, but for inspiration."

　　Although he looked down and out, this gentleman immediately took out a 5 pound deposit. He asked Jenkins to deliver the pot to his residence on Wednesday of next week, which is the last day of the month.

　　 Jenkins suspiciously checked the authenticity of the banknote, and then slowly nodded: "Okay, sir."

　　 Until the young man left the store, Jenkins thought the customer was extremely weird. Maybe the writers were like that.

　　 "Hey, I seem to be a writer too."

　　 He shook his head, opened a locked drawer under the counter, and stuffed the 5 gold pound bill in. Screw on the lock with the key, remove the memo pad hanging on the wall, turn back a few pages, and write a reminder under the label on October 31st:

　　 Deliver to Mr. Mason Pisco's house (tag 103).

　　 put down the pencil, and hung the notebook on the snow-white wall again, waiting to turn the pages, and the business was successful.

　　 "Not too difficult."

　　 He muttered softly, and sat back on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, thinking about what happened to the old man.

　　 Approaching the evening, some strange noises came from the warehouse behind the antique shop. Jenkins originally thought it was a burglar visiting, but he was very nervous to check with a pistol, only to see a huge mouse running by before his eyes.

　　 He looked back at the chocolate on his shoulder.

　　 "As a cat, should you react to something when you see a mouse passing by?"

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It was just a soft cry, ignoring Jenkins's hint.

　　 Since kittens don’t catch mice, Jenkins can only do it himself. Fortunately, the goods in the warehouse are arranged neatly. There is no place where a mouse can pass but Jenkins can't. Therefore, his last shot exploded the mouse's head.

　　 The corners of his mouth twitched, and the **** scene was really disgusting. Even the moment after the mouse died, the broken pink-gray tail was still twitching.

　　 washed the traces of the mouse with water, checked it in the warehouse, and finally found that the mouse came from the drainage pipe. One of the iron fences in front of the pipe was broken at some point, and that's how the rat squeezed in from the ground.

　　 Jenkins also wrote this in his notebook, and Dad will find someone to fix it. Of course, since the adult cat in the store can't catch mice, in order to prevent mice from eating fragile goods, he moved a few heavy boxes with sundries and blocked them firmly.

　　 Before dusk, there was no sign of Dad coming back, but Captain Bincy came here in person. According to the instructions left by the father, Jenkins handed him a small box, and while the two checked the receipt, Captain Bincy mentioned one thing.

　　 "Did you know that the twin demons appeared again on Sunday last week!"

"is it?"

　　 skillfully pretends to be surprised, he is used to this kind of performance now. I thought I would hear this news soon, but it was almost a week before someone mentioned it.

　　 "I haven't heard of it. I haven't been to church this week, nor did my father talk about it."

　　 "Not many people actually know."

　　 Captain Bincy said in a low voice, and after seeing the curiosity on Jenkins's face with satisfaction, he continued:

"The place where he appeared is very close to Ms. Yinyue’s church, so this incident is the responsibility of the night watchmen. The church also received the full report of this incident only yesterday. The twin demons appeared to kill three illegal organizations. The gifter. Yes, it is the gifter of the Witch’s House."

　　 "Oh~ the goddess is here!"

　　 Jenkins took a deep breath: "What is he doing this for? That person is always killing casually, right? I heard that there have been many serial murders in the kingdom."

"Of course not, such high-level gifters, except for lunatics like Fermisch, seldom kill people casually. The night watchman is also investigating the motives of the twin demons, but they have not yet come to a definite answer. They are now I'm wondering what precious things the three witches have in their hands, that's why the twin demons were attracted."

　　 The man shrugged, then cast his gaze on the fireplace, "Heh~ Papa still likes fireplaces so much, when Stanford was still..."

　　 "Stanford?"

"Huh? It's nothing, I didn't say anything. Where did I just say it? Yes, the man codenamed Twin Devil is almost certainly the companion of the black-robed man. Since the black-robed man likes to collect tricks, then the twin demon collects Some things are taken for granted, right? Of course, this is just speculation. We have no evidence yet. Damn, whenever these strange guys appear, there will be problems with prophecy, channeling, and divination."

　　 Captain Bincy deliberately averted the topic, but did not show any embarrassment. Jenkins also did not ask the name "Stanford" interestingly, but he was also speculating whether this was one of the "apprentices" of the father.

　　 It was also during the conversation with Captain Bincy that Jenkins learned that the three witches killed by him had a criminal record. In other words, they all had a reward.

"how many?"