Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "I remember, the script for your collaboration with Hathaway Hesha is not finished yet."

　　 "Yes, you don't mean to say..."

"I'll write to her in a while. I think you shouldn't mind using your free time every day to discuss topics of common interest with your friends in a warm club. Of course, if you want to go out for a walk, you can. I Think, no one would mind such a normal thing."

　　 There was no room for discussion on this matter. After daybreak, Jenkins watched his father drop the letter into the mailbox on Fifth Queens Avenue, and got a positive reply from Hathaway in the evening of the same day.

　　 "I look forward to your opera script, Jenkins, your talents should be displayed more thoroughly, instead of boring in the antique shop all day to make troublesome accounts."

　　 Dad patted his shoulder and said.

　　 Blizzard continued, and this situation continued until Sunday afternoon. When I met the two ladies at the club again, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

　　 Jenkins has no idea why this embarrassment occurred, but he at least understands that he should find an interesting topic to change the atmosphere.

　　 There are snowflakes floating outside the window, like goose feathers. Speaking of goose, I remembered that the roast goose tasted good last night. It was specially made in the kitchen to supplement the nutrition of the injured Jenkins. The oily taste is unforgettable.

　　 "No, this is not a very good topic."

　　 There is a slight powdery aroma in the club, and the slight taste is just right. Both Hathaway and Miss Mihail painted light makeup, and the earrings of the former were temporarily entrusted to her for safekeeping.

　　 Even though the heating is turned on inside the club, the indoor fireplace is still burning. Compared to heating, a burning fireplace is more like decoration, and windows with falling snow should match such indoor scenes.

　　 Because he was worried that the chocolate hair would be picked up by the flame, Jenkins forced it to his side. But instead of sitting down immediately to continue the conversation, he bent over and fiddled with the coals in the fireplace with a poker.

　　He doesn't do such things often, after all, he uses no ordinary flames at home.

　　 "Jenkins, I heard that you had a serious illness a few days ago?"

　　Ms. Mihaier asked actively. They happened to go to the antique shop on the Thursday when Jenkins was drowsy and asked his father to help identify the items, so they heard about Jenkins' physical condition.

　　 "Oh, I accidentally caught a cold, but I am almost healed now, otherwise Bishop Parode would not allow me to go out at will."

　　 This is a public statement.

　　 "It's really easy to get sick now, and an amazing flu broke out in the city. Hathaway and I are planning to visit you this weekend. Blessed by the goddess, I hope this infectious disease will not spread to a wider range."

　　 Now Jenkins has a lot of free time, and the church tries not to assign tasks to him. Miss Bevanna probably heard from Miss Audrey that Jenkins had peeped into fate, and she specially found time last night to talk to him about the future.

　　 While recalling the look of Miss Bevana last night, he compared Miss Bevana's attire with the two noble daughters in front of him.

　　 "Miss Bevanna is more mature, speaking of which, I don't even know her exact age."

　　 Hathaway, who is a gifter, is more sensitive. She has read something different from Jenkins's careless movements.

　　 Jenkins is still immersed in the memory, Miss Bevanna hopes that he can seriously consider the future of the extraordinary road. If he decides at this time to devote all his energy to the study of divination, as long as he does not die, he will surely be able to be promoted to a demigod.

　　 "Unfortunately I refused."

　　 "Sorry, Jenkins, what did you say?"

　　 Neither of the other two people in the room understood what Jenkins said.

　　 "Sorry, I thought of eating chocolate in the middle of the night last night. This cat is really naughty."

　　 shook his head while talking.

　　 Although this answer can effectively solve the problem in front of me, the chocolate will never be polite after I go back.

　　A demigod is nothing at all. What Jenkins wants to seek is the true god, and he believes that the path he is taking is correct. Whether it is collecting the savior's emblem or gaining knowledge of God by absorbing the divine nature, it is the shortest path to becoming a God directly.

　　 As for the mortal demigods, that is not worth mentioning.

　　 "Don't be too arrogant, be humble, be low-key."

　　 He reminded himself in his heart, taking out the neatly stacked hand towels from his shirt pocket and wiping his hands, before returning to the chair from the fireplace.

　　 After successively experiencing the birth of the evil **** son, the blood-sucking night of the blood moon, the rampage of tricks, and the death of friends, he also decided to give himself a short vacation to temporarily withdraw from the extraordinary world and deal with worldly things.

　　 "I heard that "Frozen" will come out soon?"

　　 "Yes, I received the letter from Mr. Brow yesterday. It's almost done. I can send the first edition of the book to me next week."

　　 "Do I have the honor to be the first official reader?"

　　 Miss Mihaier asked.

　　 "Of course, I promise."

　　 said while looking at Hathaway, who had a faint smile on her face. Jenkins felt that he might not be able to learn the ability to read women's expressions in his entire life.

　　 Now that I have a lot of time, Jenkins can better complete the new script of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company. Although Mr. Nellie's "little trouble" has been resolved, the gentleman still maintains a great enthusiasm for Jenkins, which also urges him to complete his task as soon as possible.

　　Miss Mihaier, like Hathaway, has undergone a complete and systematic education. While working with the other two, she will help Jenkins take care of the cat and check him for misspelled words, which makes writing easier.

　　 "Maybe such a peaceful life is also good."

　　 He had such an idea.

　　PS: This chapter is 3K, by the way, ask for a ticket, any ticket will do. I was busy with the thesis recently. I thought the graduation season would be very leisurely.

Chapter 606 Chapter 595 Familiar Flowers

　　 For men who are not rich in life experience, inquiring about the real aristocratic life from the two ladies is also a necessary step to perfect the script. The cooperation of the three people is very happy, at least on the surface temporarily.

Mr. Benz’s funeral was held early on Sunday morning. The church’s benefactors had a special cemetery, facing the first rising sun. Jenkins and Mr. Benz’s friends each grabbed a handful of soil and threw it into the mouth. Put it on the coffin in the deep pit.

　　 The pit soil was buried little by little, and the coffin disappeared from sight, and the determination to avenge this gentleman also appeared in his heart.

　　 For whatever reason, no matter what his status, Jenkins must kill the remaining two vampires and take away the mirror.

　　Because of the busy work recently, most people left without staying after the funeral. Only idlers like Jenkins were still wandering around the cemetery. The father just met a long-lost acquaintance to go to the side to chat, and told Jenkins to wait for a while, and they would return to the city together.

　　 The last time I attended the funeral, it was the funeral of Mr. Augustus, and going back up is the funeral of Mr. Pisco.

　　 Jenkins has always been suspicious that the life-sale businessman he met at Mr. Pisco’s funeral was arranged before the husband’s death. Even the many accidents of the [Undead] ability may have contact with him.

　　 But Mr. Pisco is dead, and these questions will never be answered.

　　 The air outside the city is always better than in the city. Although it is hard to hear the birdsong in the early morning of winter, it is also pleasant to step on the snow and look at the distant scenery.

　　 A dead wood branch stretched out from the snow. Jenkins wanted to direct the chocolate to fold it down, but the cat would never leave Jenkins's shoulder.

　　 He didn't mind, he stepped forward and gently slid the green palm on the surface of the wooden branch. A few seconds later, the dead trees were in spring, buds appeared, and flowers bloomed.

　　 After hesitating, he picked the flower that seemed to be dripping. Before he could put it under his nose and sniff it, he heard a brisk laughter behind him.

　　 Turning his head, a brunette girl who is not as tall as Jenkins' waist, dressed in a thick cotton-padded coat like a penguin, looked at him not far away with her hands behind her back.

　　 blinked an eye——

　　 "Level 0 gifter...Is this a child in the church?"

　　 Although she didn't know the girl, there were more than 20 scribes not far away. It wouldn't be a cultist who sneaked over. Besides, Jenkins has an inexplicable affection for the girl in front of him, which makes him unable to mention the slightest malice.

　　 "Sir, the flower in your hand is very beautiful!"

　　 The girl said with a smile, she is not very beautiful, but she has an indescribable noble temperament when she smiles.

"is it?"

　　 He glanced at the dazzle, ignoring the cat on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　 "If you like it, then I will give it to you."

　　 said, squeaking on the snow and walked to the girl. The girl was a little surprised, but still happily reached out and took the flower.

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Williams."

　　 Knowing the name of Jenkins, he is indeed a child in the church.

　　 In order to welcome the end of the year, the old man decided to decorate the shop seriously before the end of the month. The items used during the reading festival can still be used, but some new ornaments are still needed.

　　 In fact, there is such a shop next door to the antique shop, but the old man still crossed three blocks before buying the things back. Together with Jenkins, he moved those cardboard boxes to the warehouse at the back and jokingly said that maybe next year's reading festival will not need to buy new decorations.

　　 When I left the antique shop around three in the afternoon, there was another snowflake in the sky. Because today is Sunday, Jenkins is going back to Privet Road to visit his family.

　　 Except for the eldest brother who went out to study, the whole family was in the living room. The unexpected arrival of Jenkins added another warmth to the family.

　　 John’s year-end exam will be held next week. Mary hopes that Jenkins can accompany John to school on the day of the exam. Of course, John was reluctant, and claimed that he no longer needed the pick-up and drop-off to school. But at least until he could move out like Jenkins, he could not resist any request of his mother.

　　 Before dinner, John motioned to Jenkins to chat with him alone. So the two brothers went to the toilet in one excuse and hid in the bathroom.

　　 The mirror in the bathroom reflected the faces of the two. It was obvious that Jenkins was older, but he looked more like the youngest son of the family, which also made John feel uncomfortable.

　　 "Jenkins, I think you should be able to give me some suggestions."

　　 The boy said nervously.

　　 "Of course, now Robert is not at home, I should play such a role. As long as it is not related to Miss Hoover, I can give advice on anything."

　　 He nodded his head and leaned against the wall, expecting John's questions.

　　 "It has nothing to do with Jennifer..."

　　 He muttered timidly, then raised his head and asked seriously:

"Some of my friends told me that if you open an account in the traveler’s bank now and remit the gold pound to a designated person, you will get a return soon. This seems to be an investment made by a local mining giant. Business, but my father never mentioned such a thing, so I would like to ask you to give me some suggestions."

　　 "Are you short of gold pounds now?"

　　 "No, but I am 16 years old this year, so I should have some income..."

　　 he blushed and said.

　　 The original owner Jenkins also had this idea when he was 16 years old, but it is a pity that his ability to act is far behind his ideological consciousness.

　　 "My suggestion is not to get involved in this matter."

　　 Facing John, he no longer needs to be vague.

　　 "Since even my father doesn't know this matter, it means that this is probably a scam. There is no need to take a risk for that little golden pound, I think you should understand it too."

　　 John nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words, "Okay, I understand, this thing is indeed a bit weird, if you can earn gold pounds so easily, then there won't be so many poor people."

　　 Jenkins has had some unpredictable hunches recently. He found that more and more people are paying attention to the mines of "Miss Fabry". Although it can barely maintain the balance, the increase in attention means the greater the probability of being discovered.

　　 But fortunately, Eldron has already heard the news of preparing to close the net. After the cultists are arrested, Jenkins plans to return the principal based on the complicated accounts and proceeds, with more refunds and less supplements. This is certainly not completely fair. The bank’s custody fee is a lot of loss, but at least on average, everyone’s loss will be minimized.

　　 "I didn't benefit from this."

　　 This is one of the reasons why he believes that he is the righteous camp.

Chapter 607-The Explosion of the Night

　　 Old Jack’s potion refining was originally planned to start this week, but due to various accidents by Jenkins, until Sunday night, the two people began to make formal preparations.

　　 Before that, Jenkins made another bottle of [Witch’s Kiss] and gave it to Old Jack for tasting. The latter thinks that the quality of this bottle of [Witch's Kiss] is good, but it is far from excellent.

　　 But considering that Jenkins is learning to configure potions without supervision, this result is already amazing.

　　 The precious plant that old Jack got was named [Salinok grass] in this era. But it is more like a plain flower than drafting.

　　Old Jack asked Jenkins to be careful, and then threw a small stone toward the flowerpot. Before the stone touched the flower, the petals suddenly opened like a mouth, and then the angle of the branches was adjusted slightly, and the petals swallowed the stone. After the creaking chewing sound, everything returned to normal.

　　 "Are you sure this is a plant, not an animal?"

　　 "Of course, it is clearly stated in the book that this is indeed a plant."

　　 Behind the Salinok grass, there is a long-standing legend. It was about the love history of a pair of young lovers Sally and Knok. While cleaning the table, Old Jack told Jenkins about it.

　　Like most love stories, Sally and Knok also misunderstood and died for various reasons. The legend says that this plant is the resentment of the frustrated lovers.

　　 "Why is there such a love story? Isn't this a bit unreasonable?"

　　 "This is warning young men and women to cherish their emotions and to find lovers for the purpose of marriage. The social atmosphere in my youth was not the way it is now, huh! Young people nowadays~"

　　 A pot full of liquid and at least 14 pounds (about 6.35kg) of solid materials, after three hours of production, the potion finally refined only has a shallow bottom. Jenkins guessed that the total amount of the dazzling golden potion would not exceed ten drops.

　　 They will radiate light outward, and the bright color reminds people of gold without any surprise. If you tilt the glass bottle to let the liquid slide, it will scatter into golden **** and roll, which looks very attractive.

　　 This potion is called [Song of the Giver], and only the Giver can take it. The effect is very simple. After taking one drop, it will definitely evolve an ability that you have. However, the direction and content of the evolution are completely unknown, so there is a great risk.

　　 But even this is amazing enough. The evolution of abilities can usually drive users to better perceive the world, and the ability to change through external inducements is something Jenkins has never heard of.

　　The Song of the Gifted One can be used multiple times by the same person, but it is not easy to use it too many times in a week. This is its only limitation.

　　 Although the church’s premises were used for production, the ownership of these liquids still belongs to Old Jack, after all, the materials and production are all done by him. According to Old Jack's estimation, the amount they produced this time should be able to separate 12 drops separately.

　　 He planned to keep 3 drops for himself, 8 drops for the church, and 1 drop for Jenkins' help.