Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　While thinking, she turned to face the blackboard and wrote, not letting the people below see her face.

　　 He was very curious about this, so he told the church guard team about it under the pretext of taking a break. So the woman disappeared silently in the middle of the course. Although a very small number of people noticed this, no one would think there was anything wrong with it.

　　 The work of the workers is very tiring, and the arithmetic class itself has a certain hypnotic effect, so there are not a few people who can't help but fall asleep halfway. Jenkins ignored them, because he couldn't change the situation.

　　 These people work all day and work hard for themselves and their families. As a bystander, he feels sorry for them, but he is unable to change this situation. At least for the time being.

　　 After the course, I went directly to Miss Bevanna’s office. Chocolate became more energetic because I slept well just now. Due to yesterday’s chain-linking incident, it is now very sensitive to any behavior of Jenkins, even if Jenkins wants to touch its head, it may be regarded as a threat.

　　 "I have given up on that idea, no need to be vigilant."

　　 When he turned the corner, he whispered to his cat, but the kitten, who is familiar with the author's lying skills, would not believe anything from this liar.

　　 knocked on the door with his fingers, opened the door and walked in after getting permission. There was a strong smell of spices in the room, and Miss Bevanna was obviously working just now. Under the bright copper-colored table lamp in the shape of lotus petals, there was a table of papers scattered.

　　 She does not need to write her own report, but she needs to stamp the reports that will be passed to the Holy See.

　　 "Are you still working so late?"

　　 said and sat down on the sofa.

　　 "Is the evening class over? Please wait a minute. I have to finish reading the remaining two reports. Two scribes were sacrificed today. May the sage bless them."

　　 The report she is looking at should be the action report this morning.

　　 "I heard Captain Bincy say that we thought we had found a stronghold for the servants under the vampire seed, but it turned out to be the witches."

　　 "Yes, there was a huge error in the intelligence. God, this is really a disaster. Are you interested in this? You can come and take a look."

　　 Jenkins hesitated, then stood up and walked over. Although those reports pointed to one thing, they came from different people. Jenkins picked up a document bag that Miss Bevanna had finished reading, turned away the entangled thread, and took out a stack of materials inside.

　　 The pin pinned to the top is a blurry black and white photo, which was obviously taken hurriedly before the battle broke out.

　　 Jenkins found a somewhat familiar old man in the background.

　　 "Is this Baron Giles Marlowe? I know him. On the train to Berduran, he and I were in the same carriage with a huge black suitcase!"

"is it?"

　　Ms. Bevana did not leave her seat, but tilted her head to look at the person pointed out by Jenkins, and nodded after a little thought:

　　 "Since this is the case, then something is clear. When we fought with the witches, there were still people in the distance. If I remember correctly, this Baron Marlowe should have shares in the Mr. Ink Club."

　　 At this point, she paused and added:

　　 "Daddy should have mentioned to you that some time ago someone forcibly broke into it at night and killed a long-lived person who was living in a special item."

　　 Jenkins nodded: "But the reason that was finally investigated, seems to be that the followers of the Undead Lord want that person's ashes?"

"Yes, but it was not the followers of the Undead Lord who launched the attack. They commissioned the witches of the Witch’s House to launch the incident. This Baron Marlowe, not surprisingly, should be a believer in the God of Firearms. He was only suspicious before. , It is probably certain now."

　　 said, she wiped the file bag with her hand, and the seal disappeared immediately. This document should be rewritten, after all, important information is missing.

　　 "Anyone who wants to rewrite the report, don't know that it is because of me that he repeats the work."

　　 Jenkins prayed in his heart.

　　 He originally thought that the Witch’s House, which had been hit hard, would leave the city completely, but he didn’t expect that there would still be a handful of people in the local area. His first reaction was that those women were looking for the deadly pile of letters left by Miss Miller to Jenkins, but after thinking about it, it felt impossible.

Chapter 507 Chapter Five Hundred

　　 "I heard that the witches have all left Nolan City?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"We rescued some valuable documents at the scene of the battle. The documents indicate that the purpose of the women was not just to contact Nolan's military assholes. The most worrying thing is that many letters were sent from the city of Truman. Coming..."

　　 He took this opportunity to inquire about the current situation of vampire activities in the diocese, but Miss Bevana maintained a not optimistic attitude.

　　 The current joint investigation by the Orthodox Church shows that at least one high-level purebred blood-sucking species and three ordinary blood-sucking species can be confirmed to exist, and the number of humans they infect and control should be close to triple digits.

　　 They were quite successful in hiding. If it hadn't been for the tragedy in the alleys that night, the church would probably have been unable to discover it until now.

"Then why did they come to Nolan City? Is it the recent rumors of the end of the era? But this rumor has only appeared in recent months. It should have been a few years for the vampires to come to our city. Right?"

　　 "They are to find someone."

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins thought it was a savior's thing again.

"The ancient vampire fable mentioned that the physique of certain humans is very in line with the power of vampire species. When these humans are infected, they will automatically transform into powerful alien creatures. Because of this fable, many people think that the human form of vampire This species is a rare subspecies of humans. Of course, this claim is not supported by any evidence."

"Oh I see."

　　 Jenkins nodded, Chocolat squinted at the two of them, then stood up and found a more comfortable position on the sofa and lay down comfortably.

　　 Although the old man strongly opposed Jenkins to participate in any action related to the blood-sucking species, this did not prevent him from understanding some current information.

　　 The demigod-level gifters of the Orthodox Church in Nolan City have personally shot twice, trying to find the four pure blood suckers, after all, they are the source of the disaster. But the strange thing is that they escaped both times. The first time was to leave early, and the second time, Miss Bevana used a special method to track the breath, but it suddenly disappeared in front of a store.

　　Ms. Bevanna obviously had a conversation with her father, so she also clearly knew that her father had forbidden Jenkins to participate in this matter. The news she revealed was very vague, and did not involve specific time, place and people. Even if Jenkins listened to it all, he could not take any action for the time being.

　　 Besides, he himself did not take the initiative to get involved in danger. Now he is inquiring about the news, but he is only worried about the danger and actively find himself.

　　 Tonight’s fighting class is still continuing to learn that set of weird moves. Jenkins feels very effective, at least the softness of his body has really improved a lot. Because the speed of progress is a bit too rapid, this has attracted Miss Bevana's suspicion, but in the end it can only be attributed to Jenkins's very talented learning in this area.

　　 "It took me a year to reach this level..."

　　 She muttered to herself, but Jenkins didn't hear it.

　　 After the course, Jenkins followed Ms. Bevana back to her office to take the coat, and pulled up the chocolate lying near the flower seeds.

　　 There is an extra letter on the desk in Miss Bevana’s office. She glanced at it and handed it to Jenkins:

　　 "Here you are, what you asked for investigation has been clarified."

　　 Inside the envelope is the actual owner of the opera company, Mr. Adams Nellie. After Jenkins's request was passed to the Holy See, Berdylan immediately sent a letter asking the corresponding diocese of the Kingdom of Chessland to investigate.

　　 However, the previous investigation showed that the gentleman's business was normal, and this year's profit was quite substantial. There is no risk of bankruptcy due to the drag of the opera company. Further investigation revealed that before leaving for Nolan, Mr. Nellie had sought help from some exorcists or security companies.

　　 Some of them are low-level non-registered gifters, so when they were approached by the church, they immediately expressed their willingness to cooperate actively.

　　 "Evil spirit-ridden?"

　　 Jenkins read the word, hurriedly read the content afterwards, and then handed the result to Miss Bevana.

　　 There was a slight sigh on his face, and he didn't expect something like this in this world:

"This is really interesting. When Mr. Nellie was passing by the cemetery on the outskirts of the city in a carriage, he happened to see the spirit body by chance, so she was entangled by her. The reason why the evil spirit entangled Mr. Nellie was actually thinking Want to watch a perfect opera? She actually knew from the newspaper before she was alive that Mr. Nellie was the owner of a large theater company."

　　 He repeated the survey results in disbelief.

　　 "Ha, it's so surprising."

"This is nothing unusual. After all, the most extraordinary threats ordinary people face are these huge numbers of evil spirits. The wish of this spirit body is just to watch a brand new wonderful performance, which is already very lucky. The situation is...Do you need help? The church also has professional exorcists."

　　 "No, no, no~"

　　 Jenkins shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I can solve this by myself."

　　 Of course he will help Mr. Nellie to solve the trouble, but not now. Because solving the trouble means that cooperation with Mr. Nellie is no longer necessary, Jenkins is still thinking about those shares.

　　 "Will it be too bad to do this?"

　　 He was thinking in his heart, but then he thought that the letter he had just read also recorded some "small tricks" used by businessmen in the process of grabbing wealth. This is normal. The big businessmen of this era are all guilty when judged by Jenkins' moral standards.

　　 "This is not bad at all. Maybe I can donate part of the annual dividends of the theater."

　　 Now that we have such a plan, we must act quickly. The next day, Jenkins didn’t need to ask for leave, so my father offered to take the antique shop a day off:

"I'm going to Yorktown to buy a batch of things. A few weeks ago, it was rumored that there was a dragon infested there, but people did not find the dragon. Instead, they found an ancient ruins exposed to the ground due to the earthquake. No, no, you don't need to follow! It just so happens that there has been no decent business in these few days, and there is no need to see the store."

　　 "Is it really not necessary for me to follow?"

　　 Jenkins asked suspiciously that he had never seen a real ancient ruin.

　　 "Really don't need it! I'm this age already, and I don't want to die somewhere else because of an accident."

　　 The old man's tone was very firm, and he waved at Jenkins and asked him to leave quickly.

Section 508 Chapter 501 Contract

　　 The excuse used last time when I rejected Mr. Nellie was to find a professional lawyer to consult about the contract, so this time I would naturally bring a lawyer.

　　 Fortunately, Jenkins really knows a strong and trustworthy legal adviser who is responsible for drawing up a will for Viscount Augustus and assisting Jenkins in overseeing the implementation of Mr. Raul Onis.

　　 There is no performance by the Silver Jasmine Opera Company today. They are still living in the hotel Jenkins “visited” on the 31st. Even the receptionist at the front desk was the same one on the 31st, but she did not have the memory of Jenkins stunned her.

　　 Although Jenkins and Mr. Onis did not make an appointment, Mr. Nellie happened to be in the hotel. He almost walked into the lobby of the hotel with the two of them on his back and forth, wearing a brown hat and holding a black pipe that was lit, with a preoccupied look.

　　 "Oh, Baron Williams, this is..."

　　 "Raul Onis, the baron’s legal counsel."

　　 Attorney Onis is a tall and moderately built middle-aged man. He should be about the same age as Mr. Nellie, but the latter is not only short, but also a little fat.

　　 Hearing the calm voice of the lawyer, Mr. Nellie nodded and stretched out his hand, a little absent-minded.

　　 "Okay, welcome two, yes, let's find a place to sit down first. Baron Williams, I really hope you can bring me good news."

　　 It seems that it is not just life, he has also encountered troubles in business.

　　 was guided all the way to his room by Mr. Nellie, which is located on the top floor of the hotel. The room not only has a separate bathroom and kitchen, but also a large reception room.

　　 "Since you brought a lawyer, I think I can sign the contract today, right?"

"of course."

Jenkins sat on the sofa and nodded, "But you ask me to write the detective story before the end of this year, and find a suitable musician to make a score that can be used. I'm afraid this time is too anxious. You need to know. Today is the last week of the month. Even if I can really make a great story in a short time, the music part and the troupe practice will take a long time."

　　 "What you said makes sense."

　　 He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and his eyes floated to his left subconsciously. Jenkins blinked at the right time, and he saw a transparent spirit floating next to Mr. Nellie.

　　 It is a female figure with a huge wound on her body. It is hard to imagine why she died. Her eyes are not like normal people, but have become inclined to the outside. The corners of her eyes are extremely slender. The tongue in her mouth hangs out of her mouth. From time to time, there will be saliva-like things falling down, but in fact, there is nothing. Fall to the ground.

　　 According to the black particles slowly overflowing from the spirit body, it can be seen that this should indeed be classified as an evil spirit.

　　 Her filthy hair was wrapped around the fat businessman's neck, and occasionally it would suddenly tighten. Poor Mr. Nellie couldn't see this terrible thing, but he could feel the torment he had received all the time.

　　 "Okay, but please as soon as possible."

　　 he replied weakly.

　　 "No problem. In fact, I do know a friend who is very accomplished in music. I think you will see the final product before the end of the first month of next year."

"that's great……"

　　Mr. Nellie smiled reluctantly, and then raised his hand to wipe off the sweat.

　　Because the contract has already been drawn up, so you only need to modify some details, and the two can sign their names.

　　 Of course, before that, you have to go with a carriage to the city hall for notarization and filing to ensure that if one party violates the content of the contract, the other party can use the power of the kingdom's law to protect its rights.

　　 After tossing down the whole process, it was already the afternoon. The lawyer Mr. Onis had other business this afternoon, so he did not have lunch with the two of them, but he and Jenkins had another time to meet, because Jenkins asked him about the estate of Viscount Augustus in the carriage. Are there any used books ready for sale.

　　Mr. Nellie's mood is obviously much better, so he paid for the meal and tips during lunch. The two spent the whole afternoon discussing the script, and it can be seen that at least this businessman is not the kind of idiot who is ignorant.

　　 Since I talked about whether to add a mysterious element to detective stories, which is very popular nowadays, Jenkins has the opportunity to lead the topic to his goal:

　　 "Mr. Nellie, I noticed that since you came to Nolan City, your spirit has not been very good. Is the city's eating habits not in line with your taste?"

　　 "No, Nolan is very good."

　　 answered rather perfunctorily.

"Then what's wrong with you, in my opinion, you'd better find a doctor you can trust. You may also know from the newspapers that an astonishing plague broke out in this city a few days ago. I think it's better to be more cautious."

　　 "Yes, I saw the news, it was indeed too unfortunate...I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

　　 He didn't tell Jenkins about himself at all.

　　 "Then I wish you luck, I also know a lot of friends locally, if you need it, you can tell me."

　　 Jenkins shrugged, he didn't have to follow too closely to reveal his purpose.

　　 But Mr. Nellie's patience is much worse than Jenkins thought, because chocolate is impatient, so he planned to get up after three o'clock and leave. But at this time, Mr. Nellie seemed to have gone through an extremely hard psychological struggle, and suddenly changed the subject:

　　 "Baron, this may sound ridiculous, but do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"