Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The image of this spirit body is much better than the one that entangles Mr. Nellie, but there are two deep marks in the position of the eyes, like blood and tears.

　　幩板 led Jenkins' fingers to move quickly, and quickly pieced together the complete address. Although Jenkins did not know the specific location where the fat woman bought the comb, Hathaway mentioned the store that Miss Lindsay patronized.

　　 "It is indeed the same shop, which means that there used to be at least three special items as goods, and there is no intention to hide itself..."

　　 He thought, feeling that there must be a great secret behind this incident: "Forget it, it has nothing to do with me!"

　　 He firmly remembered what the old man said, and warned himself not to be too curious. But even if you don't mix up, you must keep an attitude of attention to determine whether the dangerous mirror is really there.

　　 He planned to directly destroy Mr. Stule's spirit body as usual, but since he helped himself, he used the purification ritual for a little trouble.

　　The so-called purification is a simple ritual mastered by almost every gifter, and it is specially used to deal with the spiritual creatures that remain in the material world. Although Jenkins has never used it seriously, he does.

　　 crouched down and drew a circle on the ground with his ritual chalk. He could do this now, and then wrote four different runes in the four directions of the circle.

　　 These runes come from a civilization that has disappeared. Although their mystery is not comparable to that of Chilo, they are still the most common set of runes.

　　 There was no problem in the process of sending off Mr. Sidule. When the inexplicable wind passed, the man's soul was gone. Jenkins sometimes thinks about where the lost soul will go, but after thinking about it for a long time, there is no answer, so he doesn't think anymore.

　　 There is no such thing as reincarnation in this world, so Jenkins doesn't have to say any blessings. The sun has completely set, and he has to wear those glasses to deal with the traces on the ground. Even if this matter has passed for a long time, probably no one will pay attention, but Jenkins always maintains a cautious character.

　　Since he has gone out now, he is not willing to go home like this. So he immediately left for the pig's head bar, said hello to the bartender, and came to the underground black market.

　　 I have to admit that the temperature in the underground water pipe is lower than that on the ground, but the strange smell has dissipated a lot

　　 When he went out after dinner, he hadn't planned to buy anything, so he came to the black market just to supplement some materials that are not easy to buy in the church.

　　The most important material is flashing obsidian, which is an excellent spiritual material, but because of its extremely low hardness, it is not easy to store and use for a long time. It is more often used as a consumable for gifters to practice spiritual rituals.

　　 Jenkins has a lot of money recently and plans to stock up a batch. After all, prices on the black market are also rising rapidly, and there is no sign of falling.

　　While he was waiting for the consignor to prepare the goods, he was still looking for the hydrochloride fossil powder that Miss Miller had commissioned him to buy. This is considered a specialty of Nolan City, and it can only be found in the waters near Nolan.

　　 "Maybe I can trade some specialty products between Nolan and Ruen."

　　 Thinking of this, I can't help but want to laugh at myself. Protoss Rakul is his own friend, and there is no need to use his friend as a cargo transfer station for the gold pound.

　　 He is very willing to talk to businessmen in the black market, because he can always hear some interesting news. For example, the merchant who sold Jenkins flashed obsidian envied it. Recently, someone bought a [Magical Conch] from an ordinary fisherman while going out to sea.

　　 This is something Jenkins has also used, so he also expressed his envy.

　　 The underground black market in Nolan is extremely large. According to my father, this is the largest black market for benefactors trading in the eastern part of the Fiddicelli Kingdom. The benefactors in the entire area will come here regularly.

　　 There are hidden entrances to the black market in the entire urban area of ​​Nolan City, which makes the entire black market seem like a huge maze. But the area where Jenkins is active is very small. If you look at the area on the ground, it probably won't exceed two blocks from the pig's head bar.

　　 Of course, today he was not interested in going shopping anymore, so after purchasing the items, he called out the starlight ball and shook no abnormality, so he planned to leave.

　　 The walls of the sewers are almost covered with various papers, a large part of which are various transaction requests, and a small part are wanted orders from the Orthodox Church and the police station.

　　 Near the wooden ladder at the entrance of the Pig’s Head Bar, a batch of new wanted notices have been posted recently, the most conspicuous of which is the exquisite portrait of the pirate Fermischau.

　　 "It's been several months. It seems that I haven't heard from this person since that night. I probably left Nolan City."

　　 He muttered to himself, stared at the ferocious eyes on the wanted order for a while, and then left under the urging of Chocolate.

　　 The fog that lasted for several days finally showed signs of dissipating today, but the visibility at night is still not very satisfactory.

　　 When Jenkins got out of the alley and came to the avenue, he saw some workers standing on the side of the street, and some street lamp poles were stacked on the side. The gas pipe on the ground has been dug out. In retrospect, the "Nolan Daily" seems to have reported a notice that the block will stop gas.

　　 "Is it finally going to install street lights?"

　　 stopped, imagined the bright look on the street at night, and couldn't help but laugh.

　　 Walking quickly toward home, today is the last day of [Traveler and the Moon of Frost], it is necessary to prepare in advance, facing the whisper at midnight.

　　PS: Ahhhhh, I set the wrong time, and I posted two chapters in the morning!

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Chapter 519 Chapter 511 The Arrival of December

　　 After returning home, I lit the fireplace, put on comfortable pajamas and practiced the posture of Miss Bevanna on the carpet for a while. Seeing that the time was almost up, I found a comfortable position and lay down.

　　 The bell of the clock tower rang in the distance, and Jenkins lost control of his body at that moment and fell into the boundless clouds.

　　 The deep and powerful voices came into the ears little by little, and these voices were chaotic and disorderly. There seemed to be something extremely "heavy" above, forcing him not to look up.

　　 The vicissitudes and the ancient singing voice gradually sounded in the whisper, this is the first time I heard this kind of singing. The singing is full of sacred meaning, but it also contains a kind of sadness that seems to be extremely sad, as if the world has come to the end of the sadness.

　　 He tried hard to remember the tone that hit the soul and made people vomit blood, but this was already the limit.

　　 Consciousness was forced to withdraw from this state and fell into the deepest chaos.

When 　　 opened his eyes again, it was already 1:40 in the morning, which was a bit earlier than when he woke up last month. He thought this was a good phenomenon.

　　 Chocolate was lying on the table with his eyes closed, his head leaning against the Orb of Life. It seems to be asleep, so Jenkins is also cautious when picking up the pen and paper.

　　 In the whisper just now, his main mind was placed in that terrible song, so the complete knowledge he got was only two poor ones.

　　 The first is not a ritual or ability, but a breeding method of insects called black-skinned soul-eaters. Jenkins had heard his father talk about this kind of bug before. In the ancient tomb ruins before the 15th, black-skinned soul-eaters were often used to deal with tomb thieves.

　　 Their single power is negligible, and once they form a cluster, it is very scary. This kind of bug has an extremely long lifespan and tenacious vitality. It reproduces by devouring corpses and souls. As long as a bug enters the human body, it can reproduce thousands of its own species in just a few seconds and gnaw the human to only the skeleton.

In the year 579 of the General Calendar of this era, there was a black-skinned soul-eater disaster. A group of ordinary people accidentally opened a tomb of an ancient benefactor, and the tomb was in a large town. Directly below...

　　 The old man sighed constantly when he talked about it, and warned Jenkins to be careful of any ancient tombs.

　　 This breeding technology obviously comes from the **** of death [the end of death], which represents December, and the information that Jenkins has contacted never mentions that this kind of bug is related to the god.

　　 "I remember that the priesthood of [End of Death] does include [Guardian of the Tomb], is it because of this?"

　　 He muttered to himself, then looked down at the paper filled with words, picked it up, and threw it into the fireplace in front of him. The tongue of fire quickly wrapped the paper, and it burned quickly, and soon only some ashes fell on the charred wood.

　　 "This thing is too dangerous, so don't try it."

　　 The second knowledge is a way of learning ability. The name of the ability is [Recorder (Golden Magic)].

　　 This ability comes from Zhengshen [Wonderless Traveler], and its effect is quite powerful. Those who have learned this ability rely on accumulating various experiences, stories, and insights during travel, and can turn the accumulated information into their own strength.

　　For example, once the recorder encounters a severe drought in a certain village during the journey, and personally participates in and feels it, then he will have the ability to cause drought in a certain period of time.

　　 The wider the knowledge, the longer the journey, and the more exciting the story, the stronger the [Recorder] can play. And these forces transformed from experience may even form a solidification ability that does not occupy the position of the ability, that is, directly open up a brand-new bubble formation ability, which is enough to explain the value of this ability.

　　 But unfortunately, the lowest threshold for learning [Recorder] is to have the magical ability of five travellers, and to reach a demigod level.

　　 This ability is worthless to Jenkins, but at least it shows what kind of power the Orthodox Church gifted with a reliable heritage has. He immediately thought of Miss Bevana, and guessed whether Miss Bevana had learned these limited demigod learning abilities.

　　 "Perhaps, the gifters of the Church of the Sages can draw power directly from books."

　　 The paper that recorded the relevant information of [Recorder] was also thrown into the fireplace. After the paper was completely burned to ashes, Jenkins looked away.

　　 He sits on the sofa, shifting his weight backwards, letting his body cling to the back of the sofa, and the expression on his face gradually becomes soothing.

　　 The pocket watch on the coffee table reflected the light of the fire, and the swaying flame made the shadow sway slightly in the room.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 He hummed with his nose, and then followed the impression in his mind, trying to copy the weird song that he had just heard. But it was useless to do so. Instead, it awakened the sleeping chocolate, and its expression was quite bad.

The last month of the General Calendar in 1865 finally arrived. Although this year, to be precise, in the second half of the year, various things happened in Nolan, but most of the citizens are still looking forward to the end of December. Stub.

　　 On Saturday morning, the city was miraculously without the slightest fog, but the heavy snow once again became a reason to hinder people from traveling.

　　 Early in the morning, Jenkins wearing slippers broke into the snow and retrieved the milk newspaper and letter. He found the letter from Privet Road. In the letter, the elder Williams said that the school's exam season is coming soon, so the youngest son, John Williams, is preparing for the exam intensively. He asked Jenkins to go home and have a look at the weekend, hoping to use Jenkins' deeds to inspire his younger son to study harder.

　　 "But I remember that the original owner did not go to school after he barely obtained the diploma of Nolan Middle School of Mechanical Technology. Does this really motivate John?"

　　 Even if he thinks so, he still plans to return to Privet Road to finish dinner tonight, because there is another dinner party waiting for him to attend on Sunday night.

When 　　 braved the snow to come to the old antique shop, he found that the carriage with Mihaier's family crest was parked in front of the shop.

　　 hurriedly opened the door and walked in. Two familiar ladies were sitting in front of the seats in front of the fireplace in the shop. The old man was nowhere to be seen, but he saw the door to the backyard open. He was in the warehouse.

　　 "Good morning, Miss Mihail, Miss Hesha."

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Williams."

　　 It's less than eight o'clock now, and Jenkins is really surprised to see them so early.

Chapter 520 Chapter 512 The Daily Life of Dad's Antique Shop

　　 put the cat that hugged him all the way on the counter-in order to make up for the sleep that disturbed him last night, Jenkins said:

　　 "Is the old man behind? I'll help him, please wait a moment for both of you."

　　 But he quickly walked back quickly, because the old man rummaging the goods in the warehouse asked him to entertain the guests in front with a stern tone:

　　 "Aren't you taking a course in etiquette? Isn't it the knowledge you learned to let the guests sit there alone?"

　　 But Jenkins thinks that Dad drove him back for another purpose.

　　 The two beautiful girls rushed here because they didn't care about sleep, so that Dad could help them choose suitable gifts. The queen of the Kingdom of Fidcicles will have her birthday this month, which is also her 71st birthday.

　　 Judging by the standards of this era, it is quite surprising that even a royal family with superior living conditions can live to 71 years old. However, the Royal Family of Fidcicles-Middleton Family, every orthodox heir, except for some who died prematurely due to murder and other reasons, everyone else lived to an amazing age.

　　According to the rules and etiquette, noble families, large and small, must present a gift on the Queen’s birthday, and financially capable families will also require adult children to also present gifts.

　　 This is something to do every year. There shouldn't be any accidents, but the gifts that were pre-ordered in the first half of this year were attacked by pirates on their way to Nolan City by sea. Hathaway and Miss Mihail didn't know the news until last night, so they came to the antique shop early in the morning.

　　 The three young people did not discuss more in-depth topics, but casually talked about lace news or newspaper news.

　　 Although Hathaway did not say whether to bring up the Sunday dinner in front of Miss Mihail, Jenkins sensibly did not say it.

Miss Mikhail mentioned that the Nolan City Navy will make a big move. This is what she would have heard from the Marquis Mikhail by chance, and Hathaway, as if deliberately, talked about Miss Lindsay, who is the organizer. The noble girl of the spirit game:

　　 "I saw her yesterday, and she looked very haggard."

　　 "Really? Then let's visit her in the afternoon. After all..."

　　 She realized the reason why Hathaway mentioned this incident, and whispered in a low voice:

　　 "I have learned a lesson, and I will never rush to participate in such dangerous activities in the future. But that time, I invited Mr. William to go with him. Isn't it safe?"

　　 Jenkins pretended not to hear anything. He didn't think he was fit to get involved in this matter.

"you are always like this."

　　 Hathaway said softly. Judging from her expression, Jenkins believed that for a long time in the future, Miss Mihail would hear her friends repeat this.

　　 This is of course a good thing. Ordinary people like Miss Mihai should stay away from any extraordinary events. This is good for everyone.

It took 　　 three times longer than usual to find a suitable gift from the warehouse behind. Two noble ladies were sent away. He lay down at the counter while keeping accounts while talking with Jenkins about his amateur life, while Jenkins stood up and prepared to pack his tea cups.

　　 This tea set is the most expensive set of porcelain in my father's collection, and is specially used to entertain guests.

　　 This is still a boring day. After copying those tadpoles in the morning, Dad plans to test whether Jenkins has practiced new rituals on his own recently. At this time, Mr. Schleich sent a message from Ms. Bevana that Jenkins's baptism ceremony had once again determined a new time-on next Wednesday night, the church will find someone to take charge of the arithmetic course for him.

The location of 　　 is still under the huge trees of the evergreen forest. It is said that because the believers of the new **** performed a complicated ceremony there, the spirit of life in the forest has become more intense than before.

　　 In fact, after the day the [Undead] gained the ability, Jenkins guessed that the church ceremony was part of the complete ability ceremony. He thought that the baptism again might be useless, but he could not find a good reason to refuse, so he could only accept such an arrangement.

　　 With the deepening of Jenkins's study, my father's course has become more and more difficult recently. He has passed the stage of learning theoretical knowledge, and now the practice part has become more.

The ceremony of 　　 is of course dangerous, and the harm caused by improper operation is no less than smoking in a fireworks processing factory.

　　 After eating at noon, Dad handed Jenkins a note on it that said what he was going to learn today. After Jenkins finished reading, Dad immediately lit the note with a match.

　　 casually threw the ashes that burned to the white edge on the ground, and the two quietly watched it burn completely.

　　 "Did you remember clearly?"

　　 "Remember it clearly, sir!"

After 　　 had the Book of Memories, his memory was greatly improved. Five or six lines of letters were not a problem at all.

　　 The ritual I learned today is called [Lost Direction]. It is a very expensive ritual with a huge scope.

The core of the 　　 ceremony is a wooden ring. The trunk of a tree called the monkey face tree is processed into a standard hollow ring through traditional handicraft methods. Place the ring at any location that can be regarded as an intersection, such as a fork in a mountain road, or a corner of a corridor in a room, and then arrange other parts of the ceremony within the ring. If all goes well, any creatures passing by here will fall into a situation where they cannot tell their location.

　　 This is somewhat like the innate ability of evil spirits, or "ghosts hit the wall", but because the preparation of materials is very cumbersome, it can only be used as a roadblock in large-scale operations.

　　 The old antique shop is in the city, so Jenkins needs to reduce the scope of the ceremony to prevent trouble.

　　 Together with his father, he built a simple maze with empty boxes in the warehouse, and then used a special spice to attract three greedy stray cats.

　　 Jenkins arranged the ceremony in the center of the small wooden box maze, and the father sent them in to test whether it was effective.

　　 The two have been busy all afternoon, but only two of Jenkins's three attempts succeeded.

　　 It was the first attempt that failed. At that time, the wild cat hadn't attracted him. He waited impatiently, so he used the chocolate that was taking a nap as an experimental sample.