Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 She raised her head to look at Jenkins's expression, but the young writer and his cat were not surprised, they both had the same expression of curiosity being satisfied.

"I think you have probably had a lot of magical experiences, which are unavoidable by the bestowers. My lover and I also tried to pursue mystery when we lived. We succeeded, but it also caused disasters. ."

　　 She said sadly, rubbing her hand on the surface of the painting:

"There are thousands of ways to pursue mystery, but we chose the wrong one. We signed a contract with an ancient alien species and became a gifter at the cost of love. But that alien species has been blaspheming one. A powerful false **** came to gain power. When the punishment came, Spard and I also encountered bad luck. The **** cursed us, and since then..."

　　 The man in the painting really moved, shouting out in a two-dimensional space in vain.

"From then on, the two of us will be locked in this painting in turn, with an interval of one hundred years each time. During this one hundred years, the painting and the person can only imagine one day every ten years. After this day, we must again Separate, otherwise you will suffer more terrible torture. People who can'live' will definitely meet another lover within a hundred years, until the next hundred years are re-closed in the painting, and then watch the long-ago lover regain freedom And find a new love."

　　 This kind of punishment really scared Jenkins. He couldn't imagine how the **** who made the curse hated the two people in front of him would do such a thing.

　　 But he doesn't believe that these two people are simply implicated. After all, gods rarely pay attention to specific human beings alone, let alone the special curse of ingenious design.

　　 "That's why you deposited this painting with Dad?"

　　 he asked in a low voice, feeling that this story is really novel.

　　 "Yes, the ten-year period has expired, and I came to pick him up... There are still three years left before he is free, and I can still find a lover again in these three years."

　　 Jenkins does not know the mood of the woman at the moment, and it is difficult to judge the mood of the man in the painting. He probably guessed how desperate it would be to live in a dark space with nothing in the painting, and what is even more desperate is that his partner can live freely and find new love.

　　 "Young people, you can spread or keep our secrets as much as possible, it doesn't matter. I hope you can cherish the love you have in your hands, and don't discover in the future that you will never see each other."

　　 She whispered her warning, picked up the painting again and prepared to leave.

　　 "Don't you think of a way to get rid of it for so many years?"

　　 Jenkins is still curious, of course, caution has not been lost.

"There is no way to escape. Even if we take the initiative to tell our own experience, people will forget it in a very short time. Just like a conversation between us, when I leave your sight for more than five seconds, all memories and records Will disappear. This is also part of the curse. Sorry."

　　 She nodded to Jenkins again, then walked out of the store holding the painting.

"five four three two one."

　　 silently counted five numbers in his heart, and the things just now were still extremely clear in his mind.

　　 "Well, it seems that I can't tell the old man about this, otherwise I can't explain why I can remember it."

　　 Jenkins shrugged, but actually did not have the desire to continue to explore this. He is only interested in the story behind it, and excessive exploration is likely to trigger a troublesome follow-up.

　　 As for helping the woman just now, he doesn't have that leisurely mind. Since he is cursed by God, there must be a reason, and since a woman doesn't tell the truth, he has no obligation to mix it up.

　　 "Travel is the most important thing. I hope the weather is fine and the journey goes smoothly."

　　 While praying, he tapped his fingers on the table next to the chocolate, reminding it not to fall asleep, because they were leaving the store soon.

　　 Although the holiday of the end of the year only lasts for three days, the residual temperature of the holiday can still be felt a week later. It is rare for the antique shop to have guests in the early morning. Although they did not buy any goods in the end, this is enough to make Jenkins happy.

　　 When it was close to ten o'clock in the morning, he was about to leave to go to the club. While slowly putting on her coat again, the woman who had just taken the painting opened the door again and hurriedly walked in.

"please help me!"

　　 Her face is no longer sad, but extreme panic, "Sir, you may not remember the story I just told, but please believe me!"

Chapter 668 Chapter 656

　　 The woman fell down without getting to the counter. Jenkins walked up to see that there was a big hole in her abdomen, and the internal organs could be seen from there. But because she was not entirely human, she was just unconscious but not dead, and there was no blood flow out.

"What's wrong with you?"

　　 He squatted down and wanted to try treatment, but at this time the door of the store was pushed open again, and an elderly gentleman who had never seen him walked in. His clothes are all black, including the hat, which is an old-school nobleman's outfit.

　　 "Sorry to bother you. Whether you are an ordinary person or a gifted person, please give me this woman and that picture now. This matter has nothing to do with you, and none of us want to cause trouble."

　　 He spoke straightforwardly, saving everyone's time.

"Is that right?"

　　 Jenkins knelt next to the woman on one knee and asked while checking her situation. When I said this, I glanced at the door through the shop window. It is the morning of the first working week after the end of the year and there are no pedestrians on Fifth Queen's Road.

　　 looked down again. When the woman fell down, the frame was thrown beside her. The man in the painting looked worried, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything. The old gentleman who opened the door was a benefactor, with a level of 5, which was exactly one level higher than Jenkins who had just been promoted.

　　 "Yes, leave the woman and the painting to me, then we are equivalent to having never met each other."

　　 He doesn't want to have extra branches, or he can't figure out the details of the young man in front of him.

　　 The woman suddenly woke up from a coma, and looked at Jenkins with a pleading expression.

　　 "Your proposal is great, but I would like to know what kind of grievances you two have. After all, this incident involves this store. I must understand the reasons for the involvement, otherwise I cannot explain it to my boss."

　　 Jenkins stood up and made a request. In order to show his sincerity, he even stepped back to the counter and stopped direct contact with the woman.

"Reason? Oh, please rest assured, this is just an accidental coincidence. You must also see that this woman is not a human at all, she is actually... well, I can't explain it well, probably It's an immortal who lives forever because of the curse. My grievances with her began in the long past..."

　　 "Are you also an immortal?"

　　 Jenkins pointed this out.

　　 "No, no, of course not."

　　 The old gentleman immediately denied this, and he also showed sincerity, took off his hat, and at the same time signaled that he had no weapons in his hands.

"Of course not. To be more accurate, she and the person in the painting had grudges with my family. That was something that happened in an earlier era, gods, alien species, witchcraft, family scandals, and a little bit of love and hatred. The entanglement is like the stories in those novels. All this has caused women and men to be cursed by God, and my family is burdened with a permanent task-we have to follow this woman and that man for generations, and It’s my duty to "destroy the love between them and mortals after they are happy". I know it's cruel to do so, but it's also part of the curse, and my family is just the innocent people unfortunately involved.

　　 "To be honest, I was surprised that you would tell me this. I thought we would fight."

　　 Jenkins felt that the people I met today had very good tempers, because the priest reminded him that everything is not a lie.

"It's okay to tell you this. After all, you will naturally forget it after a while. As for the fight...why do you want to fight? We don't want to cause trouble. This is the shop next to the main road. The police always We will patrol every half an hour. And there is no need at all. Me and you are just strangers we met on this bad morning because of our fate. We don’t need to be born or die because of fate’s jokes."

　　 He probably also saw that Jenkins was not a bad guy, so he took the initiative to smile at him.

　　 "Are you going to kill this woman?"

　　 Jenkins asked, pointing to the big hole in the woman.

　　 "I don't have that ability. Killing her is equivalent to liberating her. If it can be done so easily, they won't be cursed for thousands of years."

　　 "That's right."

　　 Jenkins nodded, this is also the truth.

　　 He has nothing to do with this incident, but is attracted by the curse of the thousand years and the story behind it. Therefore, whether it is to save the woman tough, or let the old gentleman take the woman and the painting away, it is a reasonable option.

　　 And Jenkins has been very tired recently. He wasted a lot of energy on the evil **** son, Miss Fabry and those blood-sucking aliens. Now he just wants to go to the mountainous blizzard for a vacation, away from these right and wrong.

　　 "Hey, why do I think it is "Blizzard Mountain Villa"?"

　　 He was puzzled by his strange thoughts, and now the important thing is to solve the matter in front of him.

　　 "Well then, you can take away this woman and this picture."

　　 He hesitated for a while, ignored the woman's plea on the ground, and agreed to the old gentleman's proposal. In addition to being unwilling to get involved in troublesome things, it is also because the old gentleman's words are all true, and the woman's words just now contain some dishonesty content.

　　 "But I'm curious, have you never thought of lifting this curse?"

　　 He leaned back and put one arm on the counter as a support, and asked in a relaxed tone:

　　 "I think, whether it's your family or this couple, they should be tired of this cycle, right?"

"of course."

　　 The old gentleman doesn’t mind talking to Jenkins for a while, and when it comes to this issue, he is also quite annoyed:

"But that is a curse from the gods. We begged God for forgiveness. Probably in the last epoch, God really responded to my family. At the end of the 20th epoch, He would revoke the treatment of the family and the men and women. The curse. I think you should also be aware of the current rumors about the end of the epoch. This cycle has passed over half of the time. I think the family and them will have to suffer for a long time."

　　 He looked very optimistic, and the woman and him appeared in Nolan, which may also be related to the local end-of-the-era legend.

"You just waited until the end of the 20th era? Honestly, judging from the current rumors, even the end of this era will have the same probability of happening tomorrow and 300 years later, let alone the distant 20th era. , That may be tens of thousands of years."

"I know this, but what can be done? The mistakes made by our ancestors should be borne by us, and the group of alien species that offended the gods did not even leave the name of the ethnic group. In comparison, This is already a good result."

　　PS: The next chapter is the end of the volume. I changed it for nearly an hour in order to subtract the title in the last paragraph of the end of the volume.

Chapter 669 Chapter 655 The Real Phantom (End of this volume)

　　 "Your family and this couple can only wait for such a long time?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, and knew in his heart that the **** might be really angry.

"There are other ways. While those alien species blaspheme, kill a pair of lovebirds blessed by God and make their bones into combs. If you can find that comb and liberate the trapped souls, I think we can also be forgiven for this. But for so many years, the family and the man and woman have never heard about that thing. I think it is probably buried deep in an unknown ruin, or lying in a gift. In the treasure trove."

　　 He re-wrapped the painting in canvas, and then tried to lift the woman up. Jenkins leaned on the counter and looked at him with his head tilted, feeling that life is very wonderful.

　　 "Love bird, comb... is destiny? Does destiny make me nosy?"

　　 His feet kept tapping the ground, this was just a subconscious behavior, and there was no disturbing sound.

　　 "What do you think of the Orthodox Church?"

　　 he asked suddenly.

　　 "Opinion? No opinion."

　　 The old gentleman replied.

　　 "Then if necessary, would you ask them for help?"

　　 "Maybe, that depends on what trouble I have encountered. The false **** that cursed us is not an evil god. Even if the Church of Righteous God knows it, it won't help."

　　 He replied vaguely, it is not easy to lift the woman who fell on the ground.

　　 "Actually..."

　　 Jenkins decided to do this good thing. What happened this morning was very unusual. It was fate that put the opportunity to do good things in his hands. He is also willing to help this group of people once, because everyone has never done anything.

"Actually, I heard about the comb you mentioned last year. Yes, on the other side of Fifth Queen's Road, there was a fat woman who cheated on money by relying on the curse of a love comb, and then was killed in the winter. The church caught him."

"Ok?"

　　 The old gentleman was stunned, and suddenly raised his head to look at Jenkins. The woman who had been lying on the ground also raised her head and looked at Jenkins with the same shocked eyes.

　　 "This is true. In fact, I still have a little connection with that thing. I have seen that comb. It looks almost like this."

　　 He picked up a piece of paper from the counter and drew the love comb on it and handed it to the old gentleman.

　　 He watched for a few seconds after the result, and then handed the paper to the woman. The woman nodded hesitantly and asked the old gentleman to untie the canvas on the frame and show the comb on the paper to the man in the painting. The man also nodded in agreement.

　　 "It is indeed this comb. Oh, I don't know what to say anymore."

　　 He was speechless with excitement, his face flushed and he held on to the shelf on the side to prevent him from falling. It took a while for him to have a normal conversation with Jenkins.

　　 "This is really...oh god!"

　　 He closed his eyes and raised his head, and drew a holy emblem that Jenkins didn't recognize on his chest. The woman also stood up and shed tears while holding the frame. The appearance of her serious injury was obviously pretending to be.

　　 The old gentleman, who has not told Jenkins' name so far, soon decided to go to the Church of the Sage with the woman. They can't wait to lift the vicious curse that has lasted for several epochs.

　　 They are very grateful to Jenkins, even the woman "betrayed" by Jenkins. Before leaving, in return, the woman told Jenkins something.

　　 "I noticed the lamp on the cabinet, it should be a shadowless lamp."

　　 "Huh? Yes, do you recognize it?"

　　 Clemman was active much earlier than the age when women were cursed. She was able to recognize this thing that was buried deep underground for many epochs.

"Yes, of course I know. Although this is no longer popular now, in my age when I was still alive, in some areas, those who mastered the gift of shadow ability like to use such shadowless lights as a means of sealing secrets. Of course. , This is very partial, and because it wants to borrow the power of the shadow world, the Church of Orthodox God will not record such things."

　　 The old gentleman had already taken the painting out of the door in advance, saying that he would not hear any secrets.

　　 "You mean, shadowless lights are not numbered items?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Yes, this is a man-made extraordinary item with a time limit, but because it uses the characteristics of the shadow world, it can continue to function through several epochs. In fact, you can regard it as a sealed secret. The notebook is just like an oil lamp. Although I don’t know how to make this lamp, it’s not difficult to check the information it holds. Use blood to draw the seal rune selected by the manufacturer on the bottom of the lamp, and then Feel free to put it in any shadow, and just wait a few seconds quietly."

　　 After finishing, she nodded to Jenkins for the last time, and then set off with the old gentleman waiting outside the door to the Sage Church to solve the curse of ten thousand years.

　　 Jenkins informed them of their identity in the church, and the two will probably mention Jenkins in a short interrogation. But the women promised not to talk about the final conversation about the shadowless lamp, because it has nothing to do with their curse.

　　 The curse that lasted for several epochs just came to the end, and all this is simple, as if fate is joking.

　　 Jenkins also feels this way, from shadowless lights to love combs to this painting. Although all decisions come from his heart, he always feels the feeling of fate.

　　 "Is this the so-called destiny?"

　　 He didn't know what the seal rune of this shadowless lamp was, and he couldn't bring the dead Clemman back to ask. Remembering that the level of Clemman's gift is not high, so I pulled out the books of ancient runes from my father's bookshelf, found the common spell runes of the era when Clemman was still active, and tried to save [ Shadow] The rune representing the lamp is written on the bottom of the lamp.