Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "It's more than that, your message is a bit outdated."

　　Miss Mihaier shook her finger.

"Oh?"

　　 Jenkins raised his eyebrows. The charge for concealing prohibited weapons should be big enough. What else would happen?

"The search team sent by the royal family found some fresh bones under the ancestral home of the Galvin family, which are said to be related to illegal sacrifices. This incident is detrimental to the honor of the country's nobles, so it has not spread out for the time being. But it is true. It exists, and there is sufficient evidence that this incident is more'real' than the possession of weapons."

　　 Jenkins understood the hidden meaning of this sentence, but he did not hear it, so he planned to ask his father later when he went back.

　　 The conversation with the two ladies continued until the evening, and the three separated after having dinner in the club. Jenkins retrieved his hat, coat and cane, put his sleepy chocolate on his shoulders, and then left through the front door.

　　 George Liverpool is no longer at the door, and there are indeed a lot of pedestrians on Chefill Avenue in the evening. In the background of the sunset and evening, people walked through the winter street. Except for the little boy who was barefoot to sell the evening paper, most of them were tightly wrapped.

　　 Entering the second half of November, the cold air blowing from the north country swept over Mount Lopita, and the winter has really arrived.

　　 Jenkins stood at the intersection for a while, ignoring the empty carriage on the side. He placed his hands in the pockets of his black coat, lowered his head to cover his eyes with the brim of his hat, bent down and walked along the courtyard wall on the side of the street, strolling into a sunless alley.

　　 A few minutes later, Hathaway, who had changed her outfit, also walked in. She nodded to Jenkins, then looked back carefully, then took off her hat and scarf with confidence.

　　 "Sorry, Britney talked to me for a while..."

　　 she said apologetically.

　　 "It doesn't matter, I just walked over, come here."

　　 The wind was very cold, and the two walked to the middle of the alley, where some wooden boxes were stacked, and the label was crookedly written with Brooks Garbage Disposal Company with a pen.

　　 "Thank you for the present, I didn't have time to say it in there just now."

　　 The woman fiddled with her hair subconsciously.

　　 "Miss Mikhail has already thanked me, and those are just worthless things."

　　 In some ways this sentence is true, because Jenkins did not spend money when he got it.

　　 "I think we need to start the conversation as soon as possible. I still have something tonight."

　　 He pushed the head of the cat that was poking out quietly back into his coat, and then took out his pocket watch from the chest pocket of his coat and took a look at him. He will attend Mr. Corpse's party later.

　　 "You always look like this..."

　　 Hathaway didn't mind, she just sighed softly.

　　 "So, what is going on the night before? I heard from friends in the city yesterday that we killed a famous wanted criminal that night."

　　 "Yes, he came to me for a ruin expedition a long time ago. But the thing he was looking for didn't exist anymore, the slab really scattered into sand by itself."

　　 "Is he just for the slate?"

"Yes it is."

Hathaway nodded affirmatively: "To be honest, our party didn't get anything valuable during that expedition. If it weren't for this incident, I would have almost forgotten those things...oh ,I remember now."

　　 She suddenly seemed to be thinking of something, and she shook her head in distress:

"There is indeed a very weird thing, yes. Right above the stone slab that the giant Salman is looking for, is a statue of a mythical creature Hydra. Before I found the stone slab, it used to face the central head. After a glance, there was more knowledge in his head."

　　 "What knowledge?"

　　 He asked hurriedly, without noticing that the distance between the two was too close.

"do not know."

Hathaway blushed and replied: "I only remember that I sold the knowledge once, and then my memory about it was completely blurred. I can't remember the content of the knowledge, and the person who traded with me. Who is it. After I checked my property, I found an extra weapon...It was the rapier that night. I think it was probably a reward for selling knowledge..."

　　 Jenkins opened his mouth slightly, this kind of thing seems to have been heard in the church literature:

　　 "Is this..."

"Yes it is."

Hathaway nodded troubledly: "Certain knowledge cannot be spread. When it is spoken by the owner, then this knowledge will belong to the second person completely. I have heard of such a thing before, but never I thought I would encounter it. I was really curious about what I sold to whom."

　　 "Hmm, I'm also very curious."

　　 Jenkins nodded solemnly, but his heart was terrified at [My God Is Here]'s ability to chain.

　　 No matter what you think, anyone who tries to get this weird ability will not be a decent person. God surrender is a very serious and important matter. If possible, he hopes that he can preserve this knowledge forever.

　　 "Then they will hunt you down? Or find a place to hide, I don't think Bishop Parrod would mind organizing an empty room in the church."

　　 "Thank you, I can't think of it to the point."

She blushed and took a step back. This action was very natural: "I also have some news channels myself. Those people shouldn't bother me in a short time. They don't fully know who I am. The experience that night still exists. Some coincidences, I think I will take care of this."

"That's good."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and reached out to touch his nose: "If you need help, please feel free to come to me."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 The woman whispered, and then suddenly laughed: "I remember you said it many times. I really hate this kind of question and answer, because it's like a second-rate court romance novel."

　　 "No, this can only be regarded as third-rate."

　　 Mr. Writer seriously corrected.

Saying goodbye to Hathaway, Jenkins turned from the other side of the alley into Greenwood Second Mechanical Avenue, got on a free carriage in front of the dessert shop at the three-way intersection, and met Burns near the edge of the city. Professor, yes, today is the day of the gathering of Mr. Corpse.

Chapter 468 Chapter 462 Vampire Species

　　Not seen for a while, Professor Burns looked more energetic. He should be younger than Bishop Parrod and Papa Oliver, so he usually doesn't look like an old man.

　　 "How about the trip?"

　　 He smiled and greeted Jenkins, and the two walked into the tavern beside him. There is still some time before the party starts, there is no need to stand and talk in the night breeze.

　　 They chose a round wooden table against the wall. The professor ordered a roasted vegetable for himself because he had not eaten dinner yet. It would be great to have this kind of food in winter.

　　 Jenkins is still the same, a cup of hot tea, because winter fruit juice is also very expensive.

　　 "The trip was smooth, but some interesting things were encountered. Do you know the legend of Clemman's treasure?"

　　 "When I was young, I studied at Berduran and I heard my teacher mention it."

　　 He raised his head and realized what Jenkins meant: "found it?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Oh, sage, why do you always fall in love with this young man."

　　 He whispered in an opera-like voice, and then he laughed: "This must be interesting? We have time to talk about it in detail."

　　 "Yes, oh, I keep your materials and souvenirs at home. After the party, you can go directly to my home."

　　 "Okay, this should be my first visit to your house, right? The young people nowadays are really amazing. I lived in the faculty dormitory until I was thirty years old."

　　 Jenkins did not pay attention to the name of this tavern, but it is probably the kind of common tavern in the city. Although some people look suspicious, at least no hapless thief has dared to approach the two men by the wall.

　　 Jenkins also took the opportunity to ask the professor's opinion about the moon. He also knew that there was only one blood moon in the sky, but he didn't know the story behind it.

　　 "We don't need to pursue these things. Those ancient secrets are usually associated with indescribable and terrible existences. I think the moon will also be related to this, oh, I remembered one thing..."

　　 He carefully put down his spoon and motioned Jenkins to pay attention. Jenkins immediately put his hands on the table and leaned his body forward.

"I remember you once asked me whether there is another world outside of our world. I recently searched through some documents that were already difficult to find. I did find some interesting information, except for the ones you mentioned. [Magma Hell] [Bone Forest] [The Sea of ​​Eternal Calamity], I found another interesting place name on an ancient stone slab with stories of alien species."

　　 Jenkins' coat was put on the back of the chair, and the cat’s ears lying on the table gently shook it twice.

　　 "Bloody Fortress."

　　 He spit out these words carefully, then leaned back and drew the holy emblem on his chest.

　　 "The stone slab is seriously damaged. The probable story is that the vampires are looking for their ancestral land. I think you might be interested in this story."

　　 "It does mean something."

　　 Jenkins nodded thoughtfully. [Bloody Fortress] is probably also a world owned by a certain ruler, which is probably the same as magma hell, occupied by a specific species. And the blood coin in the crime coin is very likely to correspond to there.

　　 "So, is there really a vampire? Is it the same as in the novel?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 Nowadays, vampire-related novels are very popular on the market. Half of them are adventure stories of exorcists, which are closer to traditional thrillers; the other half are erotic/love stories, which are said to be very common in upper-class girls' boudoirs.

"Don't believe that. Although blood-sucking races are considered humanoids, their appearance is absolutely not in line with human aesthetics. It is a creature as terrible as demons, except that demons want souls, and blood-sucking species want blood. ."

　　 He waved his hand boredly, obviously he had heard of that kind of novel from a student. Although he is open-minded, he also despises the guys who write erotic/love novels:

"Moreover, the blood-sucking species are not afraid of the weaknesses of garlic and silverware. It is true that they hate the sun, but it is about the same as the smell of the garbage dump. Of course, there are very few parts that are true. For example, their power comes from Blood, there is no shadow in the sun, etc. There are some materials on the second floor of the Secret Trace Library at the Gate of Vientiane, which are classified in different species."

　　 Jenkins nodded slowly and touched the cat's head subconsciously. It hurriedly closed its eyes again, until it realized that Jenkins was merely stroking, and then quietly squinted at him.

　　 "Then, is it possible that vampire species will appear in Nolan City?"

　　 "I can't answer you this question."

The professor wiped the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief he carried: "They don’t have the gift of mimicry, so their appearance is easy to reveal themselves. If they really appear in the city, they will obviously be spotted right away? Even if they wear a veil when they go out. And hats, there will always be times when they accidentally leak."

　　 When the two left the tavern and were about to set off, the two drunks at the entrance of the tavern suddenly started fighting. One of them almost ran into Professor Burns passing by, but was pushed back by the professor with one hand.

　　 Then, the two people who hit each other fell together like bowling balls.

　　 With the advent of winter, it is becoming more and more difficult to travel at night. When I came out of the tavern, I found a dark cloud floating in the sky from the north. When the abandoned hospital could be seen from a distance, it was unexpectedly light snow floating.

　　 still turned in from the fence, and the extremely depressed feeling surged up again. This is the first time I came here with chocolate, because this season is very thick, even if you hide a cat.

　　 Of course, he has not forgotten to explain the chocolate, don't make any noise. The corpse gentleman always gave him a very strange feeling. He had seen many demigod-level gifters, but whether they were healthy, weak, half-dead or dead, he didn’t feel as good as this. Mr. Corpse is weird.

　　 In addition, I learned her opinion of this place from the huntress again, and the feeling of fear is even deeper.

　　 found the small building leading to the morgue all the way, after passing through the dilapidated corridor, down the stairs to the underground. Still the same, the early gifters leaned against the wall, and the forbidden room candle stood alone in the center of the room.

　　Professor and Jenkins stood beside the broken hospital bed, only feeling that the temperature here was too cold. Abandoned hospitals will naturally not have steam pipes. Jenkins even suspects that in the era when it was abandoned, large-scale steam pipe installations have not yet begun.

　　PS: Regarding the dominance information, I made a separate leaflet and put it in front. If you are interested, you can go and take a look. May contain very few spoilers, watch carefully,

Chapter 470 Chapter 463 High-end Gathering

　　Dangling~

　　 The body locker automatically slid out, making a harsh noise in the spacious room. Mr. Corpse then sat up straight from the cabinet and looked at the people standing in turn:

　　 "Welcome everyone, I am glad to see you again. A lot of things have happened in our city recently, haven't they?"

　　 The sentence that should have been spoken in a witty tone did not contain any tones. Jenkins noticed that the black-robed man on his left shuddered.

　　 Mr. Corpse is still wearing the striped hospital gown, even the brown stain on the collar has not changed, which is the same as when Jenkins first came here a few months ago. Sometimes Jenkins would suspect that this person has been lying here during non-party periods, but how is this possible? You can't let followers do everything.

　　 "Then let's start."

　　 he announced.

　　 After a few minutes of silence in the morgue, a burly man, at least judging by his voice, was the first to stand up.

"Gentlemen, I know that someone in the city is selling potions [Witch’s Kiss] recently. If any of you can contact the pharmacist, I can pay the agency fee of 10 pounds, and I need to refine some troublesome things. ."

　　 Seeing no one answered, he shrugged his shoulders, and the exhaled breath quickly condensed into white mist in the air:

　　 "This reward is valid for a long time. If you want to contact me, the dead tree at the east end of Chehanke Village in the south of the city, just leave the information in the tree hole."

　　 After speaking, he retreated back to the wall, Jenkins was a little surprised.

　　 What was surprised was not that anyone wanted to find him. This has been thought of since I learned that pharmacists are rare. What really surprised him was that he finally noticed that when Mr. Corpse spoke, there was no fog at all in front of his mouth.

　　 This is simply impossible. Judging from the current temperature and humidity in the morgue, anyone speaking should spit out white fog like the strong man just now.

　　 "Can he control his body temperature? Or does he have the blue alien ability of the undead? Isn't it really a corpse?"

　　 He guessed wildly, feeling the little chocolate paws scratching his chest.

　　 Compared with the instability of Mr. Hood’s party, Mr. Corpse’s party is almost fixed once a month. "Tropical Medicine Prospects" is the only way to determine the date of the party, and Mr. Corpse never seems to worry that his tracks will be exposed because of this magazine.

The people attending the party were as rich as Jenkins remembered. He finally found the opportunity to get rid of the three ashes in his hands. A man with an unusually shrill voice didn’t even counter-offer, so he bought them for 51 pounds. Up.

　　 This kind of material is rare but not very useful, so the price is just right.

　　 Many people are inquiring about news related to the believers of the New God, and the prices given are very attractive, but it is a pity that the New God does not have so-called believers.