Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He tried his best to pretend that he was just interested, not particularly concerned.

"So, I count. The official rewards of the Kingdom, the rewards of the Orthodox Church, and the rewards of the families of the victims, the three add up...about 190 pounds, maybe 200 pounds. can not confirm."

　　 "Gudong!"

　　 Jenkins swallowed, and the cash of 200 gold pounds is enough for a rich family to make a full and happy long-distance winter trip. But he knew very well that those colorful pieces of paper could not fall into his hands.

　　 "I think, that twin demon won't get it, right?"

　　 With mixed feelings, he said so.

"Yes it is."

Captain Bincy put away the receipt, took the box in his hand, and put on his very old yellow hat: "That person seems unwilling to deal with the Orthodox Church. According to the general rules, the reward for ending this way will be offered by the church and the police. Keep it for one year. If no one claims it after one year, half of it will go to the public and half will be donated."

#297-Chapter 297

　　 Jenkins sent Captain Bincy to the door of the store, watching him walk into the smoke, still thinking about the gold pounds.

　　 But in fact, although I was worried about being discovered, I couldn't claim this reward. But even if he didn't worry about it, he couldn't prove that he was a twin demon. Unless the soul emblem or similar abilities are released, Jenkins is not the kind of person who doesn't care about anything for the sake of gold.

　　 "Maybe in the next book, you can choose a protagonist like Grandet."

　　 He tried to distract with such thoughts, in fact, he wanted to make more money through the sideline of writing books. Now that the pockets are empty, the gold at his disposal is less than 300. Although his house is only at this price, no, now there are no rumors of haunting, it will probably be more expensive, but the house cannot be realized, otherwise one person and one cat will go to sleep in the street.

　　 With melancholy about the future, Jenkins spent the evening of the day. He didn't really care about the three women killed by himself, especially after he knew what the crimes of these three were. The night watch people have to investigate the reason why the Witch's House came to Nolan, and it will take a long time, during which Jenkins does not want to have any contact with this matter.

　　 In order to wait for the old man, or to understand what happened, he deliberately stayed late, but he still didn't see the old man.

　　 Counting the time, the maid hired by myself is almost here, and can only wake up the cat sleeping in front of the fireplace, and then prepare to leave.

　　 "This **** weather!"

　　 Jenkins murmured, locked the front door of the antique shop with an iron lock, and then patted the cat who was shrinking on his chest to prevent it from moving around. Then he walked into the smog that enveloped the city.

　　 The more winter it is, the more exhaust gas the factory seems to produce. The gloomy weather combined with the choking fog made the visibility very low in the evening.

　　 Under the clothes that others can't see, red flames overflow from the pores of men, and then attach to the body surface to raise body temperature. After the two gifts are merged, the flame of the candle can be switched between "healing" and "burning" at any time. It's not like a game with clear boundaries, but it's just a matter of Jenkins's thoughts. As long as the spirit in the body is abundant, he can control the flames to emerge from the body surface in different ways at any time.

　　 A small figure faintly appeared at the intersection ahead, and Jenkins slowed down. After I got closer, I found out that it was a little girl selling flowers.

　　 "A bit familiar."

　　 He thought so in his heart, and subconsciously stopped. Some people were attacked by wild dogs when they were young, so they will detour when they see wild dogs when they are adults. This is almost the case for Jenkins now, but he encounters creatures that are countless times more cute and terrifying than wild dogs.

"I remembered."

　　 Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief. I was here last time. I met this little **** the way to the old antique shop. I also lost some money to her. I didn't expect to meet again this time.

　　 The girl in front of her was wearing a generous coat with patches. Because of her short height, her coat was almost dragged to the ground. Probably because it was too cold, the girl stood trembling with her back against the metal pipe on the low wall behind her, looking at every pedestrian passing by with her eyes.

　　 The shoes on her feet showed her toes, and a handful of withered hair seemed to be **** with dead grass. If judged by the general situation in the slums of Nolan City, half of the girl's pale complexion is due to the weather and half due to severe malnutrition. There is no concept of child labor in this era. In fact, being able to make money without breaking the law with one's own hands is a manifestation of luck. Selling newspapers, selling flowers, and sticking matchboxes are all things that can be done with children's skills and abilities.

　　 But if she is unfortunately ill due to the cold this winter, it almost means that she will never see the sunshine next spring.

　　 Although Nolan Municipality and Orthodox Church will carry out charitable activities or open some buildings to accommodate the poor in winter, these are far from enough compared with the huge slum population in Nolan.

　　 Jenkins hesitated to stand outside the psychological safety zone, but took a few steps back feeling unsafe. He tangledly looked at the girl who was warming by the pipe in the distance, and then pretended to walk naturally to the other side of the street, but then peeked over there from time to time.

　　 "She won't be on this road all winter...I have to pass by here every day."

　　 Thinking of this, Jenkins stopped against the street wall on the other side of Fifth Queen’s Avenue, and then removed the buttons in the middle of the coat and pulled out the extremely reluctant chocolate.

First, he took a 10-gold note from his pocket, but he shook his head quickly, patted his head, and put almost 3 pounds of broken notes, which were all shillings and pennies, into an original bearer. In a small cloth bag with charms.

　　 "Over there."

　　 He put the cloth bag in front of the cat, she turned her head to look at the shivering flower girl, and looked at the things at her feet, reluctantly screamed, lowered her head and bit the string that tied the cloth bag tightly.

　　 Jenkins stood there, watching the chocolate stop, and then ran across the street when the carriage carrying an old gentleman passed by. In the girl's look of fright and confusion, she threw the cloth bag under her feet, and then ran back quickly with her tail.

　　 The flower girl looked at the things under her feet hesitantly. Maybe she had misunderstood something. Not only did she not move forward but also retreated, but she saw the cat being picked up by Jenkins, so she cautiously squatted down and picked it up. After opening and seeing the banknote, he seemed to be frightened again, and looked at Jenkins in the distance in horror.

　　 "Well, I may have been misunderstood."

　　 He thought so, some flower girls in this era are still working part-time in an improper industry. But she did not expect that the girl stretched her head to look at him again, and then bowed quickly, seeming to recognize that this was the last gentleman. She wanted to come over to thank, but was stopped by Jenkins who was equally frightened.

　　 Jenkins pointed at the girl, waved his hand quickly, and walked away along the wall holding the chocolate.

　　 "Sir, may God bless you!"

　　 Naturally, he couldn't hear the young girl behind him praying in low voices. After repeating it three times, she saw that there was no one everywhere and quickly ran to the side alley. Hid the cloth bag and most of the banknotes in the trash, leaving only a one-shilling banknote pressed at the bottom of the flower basket, and then returned to the original flower-sold position.

　　 Through the fog in the evening, Jenkins can no longer be seen in a hurry. The girl can only wish him silently in her heart:

　　 "Thank you, sir."

Chapter 298 Chapter 293 Two Demon Eyes

　　 Looking back, the girl is no longer visible. Jenkins slowed down now, and he straightened his chest to feel warm in his heart. Of course, it is also possible that he was moving around because of chocolate.

　　 Sending out the money is considered a good deed. I just hope that the girl will not sell flowers here after taking the money.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate whispered.

　　 If Jenkins can understand meow, then he will definitely understand that chocolate means that this is the first step for the false **** to have shallow believers and start the journey of faith collection.

　　 Jenkins did not go home immediately, but went to the place agreed with Miss Magic to see if she had resumed the ceremony.

　　 Due to a chance encounter a few days ago, he already knew that Miss Magic's real name was Agnes Howard, and the selected transaction location was quite far away from Howard's detective office. This is also a place far away from Jenkins's residence, but it will not take too long to go on foot.

　　 The destination is a two-story western-style building facing the street, with two rows of external brass pipes on the outside. On the second floor of the building, there was a balcony without an outer roof. He pretended to be passing by and glanced up. The number of flower pots on the balcony was 3, which was an odd number, which showed that Miss Magic's work had not yet been completed.

　　 sighed, made a circle around the intersection ahead, and turned around to leave.

　　 Tomorrow is Saturday, probably for this reason, there are still some pedestrians on the road even if it gets darker. Most of them are bachelors who want to have some fun. Taverns or brothels/houses are probably their home tonight, but there are others with different purposes.

　　 The middle-aged gentleman wearing a long trench coat, hat and holding a staff of civilization and Jenkins passed by the corner of the street. The man turned to the east side of the street while Jenkins continued his footsteps.

　　 "Male, level 5 bestower, his left eye is a magic eye."

　　 He kept walking forward without changing his face, and then suddenly turned into an alley. Pretending to check the graffiti on the wall, in the blink of an eye, relying on the real eye to see through the wall to see the effect of aura, Jenkins immediately saw the location of the person just now, and he was still moving forward. According to Jenkins's understanding of this area, he should have left the road and entered the alley.

　　 stood there for a few minutes, confirming that the middle-aged gentleman had no intention of moving here, so he followed up without hesitation. Seeing that there was no one around, he took out the pistol and raised it, pulling the safety latch to face the front.

　　 People with magic eyes are not necessarily cultists, but for safety's sake, always check. Since he met head-on, he shouldn't retreat, but he has already made plans, and he can't afford a head-on conflict. It's enough to fall far behind and find out what he wants to do.

　　 Even if I know that this kind of alley is synonymous with garbage street, the situation here is a bit too much. Jenkins had to cover his nose with his free left hand, because he had to stare at the light spots, he didn't even know what the soft thing was stepping on under his feet.

　　Goddess, he didn’t want to know.

　　 The man is obviously unfamiliar with the terrain of this area. He keeps turning in the alleys, but in fact the straight-line distance he moves is not far. Although Jenkins followed him closely, he also reminded himself to be careful.

　　 The magic eye and power spot representing the position of the man suddenly stopped, and then quickly rotated up. Jenkins' left arm was against the brick wall, and he exhaled two mouthfuls of cold air. The irritating air brings a burning sensation to the lungs, but the spirit is more concentrated.

"one two Three!"

　　 The moment he counted to three in his heart, he poked his head out and then quickly retracted.

　　 "Very good, unfinished four-story building."

　　Yes, the man was actually climbing up the unfinished stairs without even looking down.

　　 "What is he going to do?"

　　 Jenkins really can’t understand that even if he wants to escape, he shouldn’t run towards that kind of place. There are low bungalows nearby. If you are trying to jump off the roof to escape the chase, you should jump at a similar height. But he has now crossed the third floor and came to two-thirds of the frame of the house.

　　 In other words, this person went to that location for another purpose.

　　How much he wants to have the ability to predict at this moment, in order to know in advance whether the next action will cause big/trouble.

　　 But fantasy is useless, gritted his teeth, Jenkins bent over and rushed out. Without worrying about the bullets/bullet coming from above, he also ran to the external iron stairs outside the house without any decoration.

　　 The man is no longer moving, and looking up, he is standing at the top of the house where the scaffolding has not even been demolished.

　　 "Don't make a sound!"

　　 Jenkins first spoke to his chest in a low voice, and after a creeping sensation, he crept up the unbuilt four-story external iron staircase.

　　 If it is not necessary, Jenkins will never use this kind of rusty dangerous goods. He felt that even if this thing collapsed in the next second, it was entirely possible.

But fortunately, with the position of the man on the top of the building, unless he is lying on the stair railing and looking down, he cannot see Jenkins who is climbing. He is now in the middle of the second floor, shrinking at the corner of the corner platform as a step. The rusty iron plate will cover him.

　　 "Oh? Two magic eyes?"

　　 Observed again, and gained a new harvest. It was probably that some kind of extremely thick wall that blocked the line of sight was finally bypassed in the constant movement. Jenkins discovered that at the bottom of the middle-aged gentleman, probably at his feet, there was actually an aura in the shape of a magic eye, and it was actually a black aura!

　　 He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He held the cold and pierced iron railing with his left hand, slammed half of his body out of the edge of the stairs, and then slammed it back.

　　 Through the thin smoke is a gloomy sky, and there is a lying man at the feet of the middle-aged gentleman. Because of the angle, Jenkins only saw the shiny leather shoes and half of his legs, but he was motionless, and he didn't know if he was in a coma or dead.

　　 Jenkins swallowed, thinking that it is better to go directly to the church to report this kind of thing, anyway, Miss Bevanna has arrived in Nolan this morning.

　　 But before he had time to act, he saw a walnut-sized object suddenly falling from the building, and then he heard the man on the roof say:

"I know that you are awake, Mr. Sidule, this kind of game is meaningless. I have some peculiar abilities. Now my eyes can not only see you, but also directly monitor downstairs. There will be no police to rescue you. Yes, and even if it comes, it's useless."

Chapter 299 Chapter 294 The Story of the Demon Eye

　　 Jenkins looked down when he heard the words, and he saw another eye-shaped thing with a faint yellow aura.

　　 "Damn, is this the ability to share visuals?"

　　 "Damn, you devil! You devil!"

　　 Mr. Stule yelled out loudly, breathing heavily, and then Jenkins heard the sound of flesh and blood coming from above and the man's painful groan/groan.

　　 "Devil? No, no, no, the devil is ten thousand times more terrifying than me. How can a mortal like me compare with the devil?"

　　 Although he said so, the words were full of irony.

After a drag, the middle-aged gentleman’s voice came again: "Let’s stop talking nonsense, Mr. Sidule. You are an honest person. The address just now is indeed your home. Now tell me, yours. Where did this magical eye come from?"

　　 "You devil, no, oh my Lisa, my Mia!"

　　 There was another sound of fists and feet, Jenkins shrank in the corner against the cold wind, and couldn't bear to imagine what happened to Mr. Stuele.

　　 "I didn't kill them, but if your answer does not satisfy me, I don't think I will satisfy you either."

"I said, I really don't know, this eye that can see the future fragment really appeared suddenly. Yes, at the beginning of this year, I had a weird dream, and it appeared after waking up. ."

　　 "So, with this eye, you were promoted from a poor boy in a slum to a middle class in half a year, and you changed yourself to a wife?"

　　 "Yes, sir, it's really like that. I swear, I didn't tell a lie! No, don't throw me down, really, oh, in the face of God..."

　　 Something fell from Jenkins again, it was a black wallet. If it wasn't for a gun in one hand and a cane in one hand, Jenkins would probably catch it subconsciously.

　　 "Yes, my eyes tell me that what you said is indeed ‘true’. But this is just what you think is true, so has that eye completely corroded your soul?"

　　 "Sir, please pull me back, I really don't know anything!"

Xi Xi Suo Suo's voice came from above, and then there was a long silence. Jenkins heard from the words of the middle-aged gentleman. Now the magic eye on the ground shared the vision for him, and the magic eye he still had was able to Judging lies.

　　 "But what does it mean to corrupt the soul?"

　　 The demon eye of the devil is definitely not simple. Once the black aura appears, it will inevitably represent the occurrence of a strange phenomenon. There will also be some strange things about the man who was caught.

　　 "It seems that wanting to take your eyes away is really a troublesome thing."

　　 "Sir, if you want to take away this eye that sees through the future, please take it away. I won't resist, but please don't hurt my family again."

　　 "Take this eye away, but we don't have the final say, this eye is choosing you. But do you really think that its function is to see through the future?"

　　 The tone of the middle-aged gentleman is a bit nasty, which is very similar to the tone of Jenkins when he was teasing a cat.

"The association to which we belong is called the Demon Eye Collection Association. This means that I know more kinds of special eyes. As for your one, huh~A-03-02-4491, the spiteful eyeball of suicides, It has nothing to do with prophecy."

　　 "You, what do you mean?"

　　 I can't see the expression of poor Mr. Stule, but Jenkins thinks his face must be ugly.

　　 Things seem to have changed a bit. I thought it would be something similar to A-10-1-0230, [Parchment from the Future], but it doesn't seem to be.

"Let me tell you some interesting news. These are all things that happened in Nolan in half a year. Speaking of which, in order to find you, I have turned "Nolan Day", "Kingdom Bulletin", and "Defenders". Many times, here is the first news."