Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Fini, I'm sorry~"

　　 Mrs. Streths hugged the monster from behind like crazy, shaking its body. The woman's voice can be heard from the water, further proving that the black liquid is not ordinary water.

　　 "Fini, stay alive, you must live!"

　　 She bravely opened her mouth and bit on the monster, and Jenkins's flame happened to have the upper hand at this time. It's hard to explain which point worked. In short, the girl was successfully pulled out of the door by Jenkins.

　　 The two watched the woman in the black water stretch out her hand and wave at Fini before she died, her torn body was stained with black liquid.

　　嘭~

　　 Jenkins kicked the door to the room, and a strange sound came from the door. After a few seconds, everything returned to calm again.

　　 After waiting for half an hour, Miss Bevanna pushed open the door again while everyone was nervous, and the house exposed to the sage’s followers was an empty house.

　　 The time in the room seems to be different from the outside world. According to records, Jenkins and Fini entered the room and then walked out. The time didn't even pass for three minutes.

　　 Blizzard still hasn't stopped, and there is no trace of sunlight outside at nine o'clock in the morning. Fini clutched Jenkins' hand tightly, and after she escaped from the two, she never said a word.

　　 "This should be A-05-1-4490, lucky bad luck."

　　 Miss Bevanna was the first to walk into the house, carrying a kerosene lamp and looking at the empty interior. Most of the walls were yellowed and peeled off, and the floor was messed with domestic garbage. There is no furniture, no tenants, and the Stres family leaves no traces. The warm yellow light reflected the shadows of a group of people on the mottled wall, and the flames of the wick shook the shadows.

　　 It seems to have been abandoned for a long time, there is no dirty or water stains in memory.

　　 Fini hid timidly behind Jenkins. For a few seconds, she seemed to find that the shadows of Jenkins and Chocolate were so different.

　　 "I think I can fully understand the meaning of this naming."

　　 He handed the diary in his hand to Miss Bevanna, which was the only thing brought out.

　　 The woman didn't look at it immediately, she sighed and looked at the girl Jenkins was holding:

"From the data records, this kind of doom, which is rooted in the blood of the family and almost cursed, is almost impossible to crack. It will continue to spread out with the blood of the trader and his spouse, and it will not completely disappear until all the family members die. You finished the bet with that thing, but we can’t be sure that Finnie Faithford is no longer plagued by the curse of doom.”

　　 When someone mentioned her name, the girl raised her head timidly.

　　 "But it should be easy to verify."

　　 Jenkins said.

"Yes it is."

　　 The woman understands what Jenkins means: "So, it's best not to leave the church for a while. This is not only convenient for us to observe if there is any abnormality in her, but the power of the church itself can also suppress some weird abilities."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 The girl responded.

　　 "You don't need to thank you, after all, you are also a believer of sages."

　　 The Streths house has no value. Just like the cyan-skinned monster said, everything belongs to it, and it also took away everything, including a gift from Jenkins. His recent luck seems to be bad, and it hasn't gotten as well as the candy giver said. He lost two precious items in just one week.

　　 "Don't let me touch it again."

　　 This refers to the cyan-skinned monster.

Chapter 651 Chapter 639 Golden Pound and Belief

　　Miss Bevana is going to take Fini back to the church for an examination, Jenkins asked by the way what he needs to do now.

　　 "What were you going to do?"

　　 Miss Bevanna asked.

　　 Only then did he realize that he was late.

When 　　 hurriedly rushed to the club under the snow, it was already close to ten o'clock in the morning. The waiter with white gloves and black formal attire at the door leaned slightly and opened the door of the club for him. The girls standing in the front hall heard the footsteps, and they all turned their heads to greet Jenkins.

　　 stomped vigorously on the foot pads in front of the door to remove the snow from the bottom of the boots, and at the same time responded enthusiastically to the girls one by one. Striding to the room where Miss Mikhail often goes, the young maid of the club followed him with a towel and helped him to get the snow off her shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm late."

　　 He said as soon as he opened the door, but he didn't expect that there were three people sitting in the room.

　　 In addition to Miss Mihaier and Hathaway, there is also a young girl who I don’t know. Jenkins has often come to this club recently, but has never seen this lady here.

　　 "Good morning, Jenkins. This is Miss Scrimgeour from Andalusia, my childhood friend. Greina, this is Mr. William I often talk about with you."

　　 Miss Scrimgeour is a tall girl with brown curly hair. She is taller than Miss Mihail and Hathaway, wearing a plain printed skirt, with her hands folded and elegantly placed on her lap. Seeing Jenkins appear, she immediately stood up.

　　Miss Mihaier is going to take Miss Scrimgeour to meet other friends, so let Hathaway and Jenkins talk for a while, and they will be back before lunch.

　　 This is the first time this year that Jenkins has the opportunity to be alone with a red-haired girl.

　　 After the maid behind Miss Mihaier closed the door, Jenkins stood quietly at the door and listened for a while with his eyes closed. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he nodded slightly.

　　 "I thought that Miss Mihail would leave at least one maid, but I didn't expect to take it all this time."

　　 He said lightly, leaving his hat and cane in the clothing room behind the door, where two girls’ coats were still hanging.

　　 Hathaway shook her head slightly, saying that she didn't know what was going on. But it is not important, she has important things to ask.

　　 "The last day of last year..."

　　 "I've heard that the evil **** son... divine creatures actually appeared in our city. And I really didn't expect that the **** of music you believe in would actually go down directly, which is really surprising."

　　 His original intention was to bring the topic to the mysterious "cousin", but Hathaway's words are obviously better:

　　 "I also heard that the blockade of St. George Street has a great relationship with the evil **** son."

　　 The new [God of Lies] is involved in the affairs of the Son of God, so it is impossible for his followers to be ignorant of this matter, and Jenkins has a good relationship with that group of people. Hathaway therefore inferred that his ignorance of St. George Street a few days ago was completely lying.

　　 "St. George Street is indeed related to the Son of God..."

　　 He sat down with the handle of the seat, put the chocolate on his knees, and slowly stroked its back:

　　 "And... In fact, the son of God was born on that street."

"Ok?"

　　 The woman frowned.

　　 "And... it's next door to me."

"Ok?"

　　 She has stood up in surprise.

　　 "And... when that happened, I happened to be at home."

　　 Hathaway didn't use interjections anymore, she leaped forward and held Jenkins's shoulder.

　　 "You didn't say that last time."

　　 She would definitely stand taller than Jenkins sat down, so when she looked at Jenkins, her head dropped, and the ends of her hair inevitably fell to Jenkins’ cheeks.

　　 "But this has nothing to do with me. I just didn't tell the truth because I was afraid that you were worried."

　　 "But then I won't worry about it?"

　　 can hear anger in his tone. Jenkins thinks it is caused by caring, and he also knows that lying is wrong.

　　 The distance between the two is so close, even Jenkins can feel that this is weird.

　　 He drew back desperately in the chair to prevent it from touching Hathaway's face. The woman obviously noticed this too, she sniffed, and then took the initiative to retreat.

　　 "I know it's wrong to lie...but I really don't want you to worry too much."

　　 he repeated again.

　　 "You know that someone will worry about you."

　　 Hathaway said melancholy, Jenkins couldn't read her flickering eyes.

　　 The gifters of Nolan City really already knew what happened on the night of the last day of the end of the year, and Hathaway was even able to accurately say that the incident took place in the abandoned church outside the city.

　　 But she didn't tell Jenkins about the identity of the cousin. When Jenkins mentioned the lady "accidentally", she also vaguely fooled the past. In fact, the most curious thing about Jenkins is how exactly the four false gods prepared the saint's body to come to Nolan in advance, but no one would be able to answer this question.

　　 Hathaway thanked Jenkins for the end of the year gift, but as always, warned him not to get too close to the followers of the God of Lies. She believes that since Jenkins has almost confirmed that he can inherit the position of Bishop Paro, it is the right way to seek development in the church.

　　 "Maybe you think that the bishop of the Orthodox Church is just a mortal position, not worthy of the gifter. But in fact, having such an identity almost means that it will not be missed by any illegal gifter. They have no such guts."

　　 Hathaway was right. If it weren't for the temptation to become a god, becoming the bishop of the archdiocese would indeed be the brightest future for Jenkins.

　　 Recently, Jenkins has heard people talk about the Fabry deception on different occasions, and the Church of the Sage has also recognized the brilliance of this technique. People can't find Miss Fabry to analyze this kind of scam in depth, so they can only ask Williams who exposed the scam.

　　The girls in the club are also very interested in this matter. In fact, almost everyone is now keen to talk about this kind of thing. After all, the Miss Fabry, who could not find a trace, truly achieved the deeds of deceiving tens of thousands of people by relying solely on "speaking skills". Some people believed that Miss Fabry really existed, while others believed that it was just a real phantom.

　　 And all of this is determined by what Jenkins said. Now people are more concerned about not his identity as a writer, but his views on this new type of scam.

　　 In the afternoon, Jenkins briefly left the club and headed to City Hall, and when he returned, he was already a real young rich man with a huge amount of money. Even if he tried hard not to express his inner feelings, his excitement could be easily felt by Hathaway and Miss Mihail. But they understand this mood. Anyone who suddenly gets more than five figures of gold will not perform better than Jenkins.

According to Ms. Mihail’s teasing statement, Jenkins has now gathered all the conditions such as “rich”, “young”, “single”, “handsome”, “prosperous career” and so on, which are truly worthy of “communication” in the minds of young girls. Object. Jenkins didn't have much reaction to this, but Hathaway, who was more sensitive, read the unusual meaning in the sentence.

　　 After returning to the church in the evening, Jenkins went to see Fini first. The girl seemed to be in good condition, and according to Miss Bevana, people did not find any unusual curses on her, which was really relieved.

　　 But this morning's incident also means that apart from the missing George and Liverpool, the little girl really has no relatives in this world. Jenkins didn't know how he should comfort her, so he spent one night sitting with the girl in the courtyard's cloister watching the snow.

　　 The action of her pursing her lips and tugging at the corners of Jenkins's clothes was very sad, but Jenkins would not comfort people. They sat in the cold wind for nearly two hours and did not go back until bed time.

　　 "Sir, thank you.".

　　 Before the corner parted, Fini said suddenly.

　　 "No, it's okay. If you run into trouble in the future, you can come to me at any time."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, touched the girl's head-a bad habit of raising a cat, and then turned and left.

　　 The girl stood there watching Jenkins go away, lowered her head and drew the sage of the sage on her chest. After finishing this, she hesitated for a while, folded her fists on her chest, closed her eyes, and her head drooped slightly:

　　 "Sir, your kindness protects me, and your strength keeps me alive. You are the incarnation of the benevolent, and you are the immortal great man."

　　 Her education level is not high, and most of the words about praise come from the religious scriptures of the church. Therefore, when praying for Jenkins, it is excusable to say these "great rebelliousness", but fortunately no second person can hear it.

　　 This means a good start, because even irregular prayers are considered prayers. The priest sleeps quietly in Jenkins's body, this little light faith is not a big deal at the moment.

　　According to Jenkins's request, all of Mr. Augustus’s estate was paid to him in cash. In the evening, after bidding farewell to the ladies in the club, the church sent someone to **** him back to the church. When Jenkins and Fini parted, the boxes of banknotes were lying quietly in the corner of the room, waiting for the owner to open and inspect them again and again.

　　 "There is nothing more exciting than the large amount of banknotes in the bedroom."

　　 This is the current thinking of the immature Jenkins.

　　PS: I also feel a little watery, unknowingly, I haven't written anything in the past, so this chapter is 3K.

Chapter 652 Chapter 640 Investigation Results

　　 After receiving this large sum of money, Jenkins did not forget to "repay" the misappropriated 10,000 pounds. Of course, the external excuse is donation. Although he was unwilling to publicize the matter with great fanfare, after all, he thought it was not glorious, but the good guy still found a reporter and recorded the moment he donated 9999 pounds with a photo.

　　Considering that the donation is through the church, there is no possibility of misappropriation or deduction, so Jenkins quietly put another pound gold coin in the suitcase, and made up the donated money to 10,000 pounds.

　　 "So I didn't take even one copper in this matter."

　　 He said to himself this way, although he didn't feel that his character had been sublimated, he still believed that he was still an upright person.

　　 It was still snowing on Friday morning, and it was still dark. The air quality is obviously not suitable for traveling, and a strong peculiar smell fills the air. This probably has nothing to do with the power of the gods. It seems that the air quality bill has not been fully implemented.

　　 In the morning, I visited the Silver Jasmine Opera Company with Miss Mihaier and Hathaway. Mr. Nellie was very satisfied with the first version of the opera transcript submitted by Jenkins.

　　 spent the afternoon in the warm and comfortable club. The overly soft seat made Jenkins sleepy. In fact, he did fall asleep again, but he did not have any strange dreams.

　　 Only the flames in the fireplace made crackling noises in the room. Miss Mikhail looked away from the book in her hand and tilted her head to look at Jenkins's sleeping face.

　　 After a while, she stood up and walked to Hathaway at the desk, put her finger in front of her lips to beckon her not to speak, and then greeted her and walked out of the room together.

　　 The cat lying on Jenkins's knee opened one eye to look at them, dangled its tail and closed its eyes.

　　 "Is there anything wrong, Britney?"

　　 There was no one in the corridor, and the two stood at the window talking. Outside were snow flakes, and inside the window was an uneasy Miss Mihaier.

　　 "The winter trip will begin next week."

　　 She didn't dare to look at Hathaway's eyes. Although she still hadn't made up her mind about the choice proposed by her father, she had decided that she would not let this opportunity go. It is better for one person to be free than for two to fall into the abyss. But this means that out of the two people in the hall now, there must be one with the man in the room...

　　 "Yes, how did the clothes go? I still remember that you forgot an important suitcase last year. As a result... you didn't bring enough, you still wore it in the end..."

　　 Hathaway was talking, her voice getting smaller and smaller. She frowned slightly and looked at the Goldilocks standing opposite:

　　 "Why, Britney, are there any problems with this trip?"