Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 But Miss Yindi’s information should have nothing to do with it. Dagger died last year when he was first born, and the sightings of undead creatures appeared half a week ago, so the time is not right.

The church in this era still has strict control over necromology. More specifically, no one except the believer of the great righteous **** [the end of death] should use similar abilities, otherwise they will be punished by the orthodox church. .

　　 Just like the doctor in Blizzard Mountain Villa, he just hides in the mountain villa deep in the mountains to continue his research just to avoid the supervision of the church.

　　 "Nolan hasn't had this kind of thing for a long time. Those who play with corpses illegally, mostly like to hide in small villages in the country, and approach the corpse reasonably as a grave guard."

　　 Miss Magic sent out such emotions, and according to Jenkins's knowledge, this woman seems to be in charge of some rituals for the recovery of the undead. This is not a guess, the two met quite a few times around the end of the year, and I learned about it during a chat.

　　 Jenkins was the last one to provide information. In fact, he didn’t know any secret things. He could only pick out some things that happened around him:

"Just now we seemed to talk about the Gear Craftsmen's Club? Actually, they did not leave Nolan City. The earthquake that occurred late at night a few weeks ago was related to that group of people. According to reliable sources, the craftsmen's group was at our feet. Look for something in an abandoned mine in ancient times."

　　 "In other words, it is possible that other cult organizations did not leave Nolan?"

　　 Hathaway asked.

　　 "I don't know, but at least the believers of the God of Lies absolutely no longer exist."

　　 This is nonsense, nonsense that everyone knows.

　　 In the subsequent trading session, Jenkins would like to buy another Thousand-Year Wooden Heart so that he can collect all the materials for the Elf Potion. But this time he was not lucky enough, and the rest of the people didn't know the clues of this material.

　　 At the same time, Jenkins also wanted to sell the bone whistle in his hand in exchange for another special item. But Hathaway had seen the bone horse, and he could never take it out at this time.

　　 Needless to say about the exchange of scattered materials, and the most important thing that happened in the transaction was that Miss Yindi took out a special item with clear information. Unlike Jenkins, she wants to exchange cash that can be used.

　　 "B-11-3-0225, [Traveller's Medal]."

　　 What she holds in her hand is a round golden metal plate. Just above the plate is a small ring, with red, white and blue ribbons passing through the ring. Jenkins can only see the front of the medal, and the raised part outlines the picture overlooking the coast of Nolan City from the air. Jenkins saw this scene from the same angle as he rode a unicorn in the sky.

"I have been in possession of this item for more than three years. If it weren't for the urgent need for money recently, I would never sell it. The front of this item can show the current situation of the city where it is located. You see, it is normal now, but The Cthulhu God Child was active last month, and when the vampire species raged earlier this month, there were some terrible signs in the medals. I use it as an early warning device, which is very useful."

After 　　, she took the medal and let everyone take a look at it, and then introduced:

"On the back of the medal is the pattern of the sun and the moon, which are the same as the stars in the sky at the corresponding time. For example, it is late at night and tonight is a half moon, so there are two opposite half moon outlines. Are you interested? Sixty thousand Golden pounds, I only need cash."

　　 This is a lot of money, but if the warning effect of the medal is really so obvious, then the price is actually reasonable.

　　 Jenkins has no money so he is not interested in talking, but Mr. White Cat and Hathaway showed great interest in it.

　　 But it is a pity that Hathaway does not have that much money. She proposed that some of the cash be deducted in kind, but Miss Yindi seems to be really short of money and firmly disagrees. In the end, she didn't know what kind of agreement she reached with Mr. White Cat, and the deal ended.

　　 "Hathaway should not have as many assets as I have now. Speaking of which, what does she want this thing for?"

　　 He looked at the crowd sideways, and suddenly felt the cat on his chest squirming again. The acetic acid smell in the warehouse is indeed very serious, and the chocolate is probably unbearable.

　　 "It will end soon."

　　 He wanted to tell the cat, but the action of talking to his chest was really weird, and he didn't want Hathaway to notice this familiar action.

　　 Just as Jenkins asked how to comfort him, Hathaway raised a finger to signal everyone not to speak.

　　 There was a sudden silence in the warehouse. Even without Hathaway's outstanding sound sensitivity, the sound of wheels rolling on the road outside the warehouse could be heard.

　　 "Mr. Hood, what's the matter?"

　　 "I don't know, I can guarantee that none of the warehouse materials I got will be used tonight! Go from the window and follow me!"

　　 He said he was about to act, but was stopped by Jenkins:

　　 "Wait a minute, the group of people outside is coming here. Among them is a second-level gifter. There are also people behind the warehouse, who are also second-level gifters, like they are patrolling!"

　　 "I also heard the sound, but the footsteps of three people, if Mr. La Zhu is right, then there are two ordinary people with him, and they can't go behind!"

Chapter 721 Chapter 708 The Secret of the Warehouse

　　 Even if Mr. Hood can't see the face under the hood, Jenkins can guess his panic at this time.

　　 "Let’s hide first to see what these people are going to do. It shouldn’t be directed at us, otherwise there won’t be such a big movement."

　　 The white cat said, leading them to the wall of the empty warehouse. A long series of unknown spell language was spoken in a low voice, and then the color of everyone's skin and clothes changed, and the color of the wall tended to be the same.

　　 This is not invisible in the complete sense, but considering the darkness in the warehouse, if you don't walk in front of everyone, no one can see a group of people standing here.

After half a minute, two sturdy men in cotton-padded clothes pushed open the door of the warehouse. Then a group of people like bodyguards lined up on both sides of the door, letting a middle-aged man in a straight black formal suit and a bald head with bare arms in winter The men walked in together.

　　The man in formal clothes is obviously a nobleman, and the details of his gestures fully prove this, especially in contrast to the somewhat rude bald head.

　　 The two people walked very close and spoke very quietly, so the six people on the wall didn't know what they were talking about. I only saw the southeast corner of the wall where the strong man who opened the door just now walked to. He actually touched a pull ring and opened the trapdoor hidden on the ground in the harsh squeaking sound.

　　 A few seconds later, the six people standing in the opposite corner smelled the smell of oil. The smell, obviously, came from under the trapdoor.

　　 "I see! The vinegar smell is used to cover up this smell. How much vinegar did they spill in the warehouse?"

　　 After the trap door was opened, only the nobleman and the bald burly man entered the underground, and the others were carefully guarding the exits of the warehouse.

　　 After waiting for half an hour, the two talents reappeared from the trapdoor one after another. The people sprinkled new vinegar to cover up the smell, and a group of talents left here together.

　　 The six people on the wall were all experienced gifters, and did not immediately start talking or walking around. It was not until ten minutes later that only the moonlight quietly shone in from the skylight on the sloping roof, they let out a long sigh.

　　 "I don't care about what happened just now, no, in fact I don't know anything!"

　　 Mr. White Cat said first, and then strode away without looking back.

　　 "I don't want to mix things up here. In such dangerous times, curiosity will kill every curious person!"

　　Miss Magic, Mr. Hood, and Hathaway also expressed similar opinions, but before they left, they all stated that they did not know what happened here. This is to reassure the two remaining people that no matter what they do, the party participants will not leak the secrets.

　　 After everyone left, Jenkins and Miss Yindi looked at each other. Men's eyes can see the underground without a hint of light, so they boldly want to know what's underneath, but women obviously don't have this ability.

　　 "Mr. La Zhu, no matter what we find below, we will sell the gold pound and we will split it in half. Of course, if you can take out the money now, then I can sell it to you at a discount."

　　 It seems that the reason she stayed is because of lack of money.

　　 Pulling open the trap door laboriously, the paving oil smells pungent. Below was a wooden ladder, but neither of them went down immediately. Instead, Jenkins called out the strangely shaped miner's lamp to illuminate the space under the door.

　　 It also looks like a warehouse below, but it's less than one-fifth the size of a ground warehouse. Piles of wooden boxes were neatly stacked and placed underneath, and they were firmly covered with the canvas of a large sailing ship, and then fixed with heavy cables, leaving only narrow passages for people to pass through.

　　 Jenkins didn't see the lighting tools. When the nobleman and the bald head went down, they didn't seem to take the la candle or the oil lamp.

　　 "Although this should not be said by me, I still want to remind you."

　　 Before the action, Jenkins said to his companion: "I don't know what happened to you, but excessive greed is often a precursor to self-destruction."

"I see."

　　 Miss Yindi didn't know if she could hear the kindness in Jenkins' words, and after a simple answer, she jumped down from the entrance first.

　　 Jenkins followed closely, holding the miner’s lamp aloft to spread the silver-blue light outward. But such a cold light has always been bad for lighting, so he looked at the woman, hoping that she would think of something.

　　 "I can call out a fireball to illuminate, but you have to understand that the air here is filled with oil. If you let the fire..."

"I see."

　　 Jenkins motioned to her to stop talking, put the miner's lamp in her hand on the box, then untied the cable and lifted the canvas without damaging anything. Only then did she discover that straw emerged from the cracks in the wooden box planks.

　　 This is to prevent the items in the box from being damaged during transportation and necessary filling. There is no foam in this era. Just like the goods received or sent by the old antique shop, this method will be used.

　　 "Aren't these all smuggled antiques?"

　　 Jenkins muttered to himself.

　　 "Why use oil to transport antiques?"

　　 Miss Yindi asked, her white hand stretched out from under the robe and pressed it on the wooden box:

　　 "I think I guessed what this is. It's really valuable, but it's hard to find a suitable buyer."

　　 That weak-looking hand patted the box lightly, and with a bang, all the nails on the four corners of the lid popped out. After opening, the inside is actually full of six smaller wooden boxes.

　　 The box was taken out by Jenkins. The thing was quite rough, and it was very rough when it was picked up. After pushing off the push plate, there was a steam bomb inside.

　　 He already understood the reason why the group of people just now didn't use firelight to illuminate.

　　 "Arms?!"

　　 The two said at the same time, and they opened the wooden box a little further away. Inside was a rifle that Jenkins couldn't tell. The oil on the gun seemed to have just been wiped off. According to the serial number of the gun body, the manufacturing date is actually the second half of last year.

　　 "Is this smuggling arms?"

　　 It was true that it was staying and exploring with Miss Yindi. No matter whether you can profit from this incident, finding these things is a great harvest in itself.

　　 "Mr. La Zhu, do you have room to store items like this?"

　　 The woman's appetite is really big, she wants to take all these things away.

"No."

　　 Jenkins admitted honestly, and then touched/chest again to comfort the somewhat impatient cat. The cat was irritated, and immediately squirmed upwards with his paws on the inside pocket of his clothes, and then smoothly exposed the small cat's head from the neckline.

　　 It looked around, then retracted again.

"I do not have either."

　　 Miss Yindi's tone was regretful.

　　 "Then you can find a way to sell the stolen goods immediately...I mean the way to ship it?"

Chapter 722 Chapter 709

　　 "The means of shipment... We report to the Orthodox Church, let the church take them, and then give us a reward, does it count?"

　　 In fact, he can contact Earl Hesha and sell him these things. There are still some terrible letters in Jenkins's hands, and the count cannot disagree. But it's hard to say what consequences this will cause, and he doesn't want to approach Hathaway's home for any reason now.

　　 "No, please don't be kidding me now."

　　 Now Jenkins is really curious about what kind of situation the friend introduced to the party by Miss Magic is facing so that he is so short of money.

　　Since Jenkins really has no choice, and he has already shown a dangerous idea-directly report this batch of sensitive items to the church or Stilwell Field (only responsible for the dock area case), so Miss Yindi can only figure out a solution by herself.

　　 She admitted that she might be able to find a suitable buyer, but that buyer may not be in Nolan City. She hoped that Jenkins could take a trip with her and properly dispose of the property belonging to them.

　　 "I have to remind you that neither you nor I have plans to leave the city completely in the near future. Once this shipment falls into the hands of dangerous elements, it will be very detrimental to us."

"I know."

　　 said, the woman stretched out a hand towards the sky:

　　 "In the name of the great [Nobility and God of Order], these arms will not flow into Nolan's gangs through my way; the buyers I introduced are not people who have bad intentions towards Nolan City."

　　 After speaking, she asked Jenkins again: "Is this enough?"

　　 "Of course, this is enough."

　　 [The God of Nobility and Order] is a very powerful false god. Among all false gods, his number of followers can definitely be ranked in the top ten. The power of this **** lies not in the core priesthood [nobility], but in [order].

　　 This is the cornerstone of human civilization and even any civilization, and it is an important reason why the intelligent race can survive. The gods of the nobles do not regard such an important priesthood as the core, and they are probably worried about being "treated differently" by other false gods and even righteous gods.

　　 Although there are a lot of humans who believe in the **** of nobility, this is indeed the first believer of the **** of nobility that Jenkins has encountered. He suddenly wondered how Miss Magic met this lady. After all, the beliefs of the two are not only completely different, but even somewhat contradictory——

　　 The "Religious Law" stipulates that the illegal contact and study of occultism by the nobles is more criminal than the common people.

　　 The buyer contacted by Miss Yindi lives in a block not far from St. George Street where Jenkins is located. But the residents there are truly wealthy, very different from the middle class on St. George Street.

　　 She asked Jenkins to wait in the shadow that the street light could not see, and then rang the bell alone. He took off his hood and showed his face to talk to the servant, but Jenkins could only see the long brown hair.

　　 "She really is a woman."

　　 Jenkins thought boringly, and the white cat vanilla, who had crawled on his shoulder, yawned. It was really sleepy.

　　 "Sorry, we can go home soon after the transaction is completed. How about buying you some good food tomorrow?"

　　 While talking, he rubbed the cat's chin with the belly of his index finger. The cat called softly "meow~", probably agreeing.

　　 The sky is clear, and the snow on the streets reflects the magical moonlight. After waiting for a while, the owner of the house and his bodyguard came out together and nodded to Miss Yindi, who also nodded in response and put on the hood again, and then everyone walked towards Jenkins.

　　 "Miss Windsor?"

　　 The owner of the house is an acquaintance of Jenkins. He did not expect that this aristocratic lady is not active in Windsor or the capital, but still owns a house in the local area.

　　 But at this time, he couldn't reveal his identity in any way. While reminding himself, he came to the street lamp from the shadows. Miss Windsor's bodyguards subconsciously stood in front, but they were immediately retreated by the noble lady.

　　 In fact, if Jenkins wants to do anything, no one can stop here. Except for the higher-level silver flute, Miss Windsor’s bodyguards only have two second-level benefactors.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Wax/Candle."

　　Windsor took the initiative to show her favor. She was wearing a cool lady's coat and a black fleece cloak. With a very enthusiastic look, it was obvious that Miss Yindi had already told her that there was another partner in the transaction.

　　 "Hello, Miss whose name I don't know."