Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "But I really don't know how old the old man is."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart.

　　At the beginning of the journey, he also looked up about these mythological creatures, and with his current authority, he could not see much information. But it is also clear that, unlike humans, all the above organisms are formed unnaturally.

　　According to the pitiful information, there are some very special types of chain abilities that can change races. This is how mythical creatures are produced.

　　 This special ability occupies a very large number of bubbles. Jenkins did not find a specific number, but I think it will not be less than 5. The advantage is that once the ability chain is formed and the race and appearance are changed, many special abilities can be permanently possessed.

　　 But the way to learn these abilities has long been lost, so the so-called mythical creatures have disappeared.

　　Of course, Jenkins also saw a saying that creatures such as demons, elves, and fairies are not native natural creatures, but they are natural creatures from other worlds. Gifters rely on obtaining their tokens to perform rituals and obtain chain abilities. In a special

　　 The information came to an abrupt end here. This was a torn book without a cover. When Jenkins wanted to check it again the next day, the book disappeared from the same place in the church library.

　　 It is self-evident that Jenkins did not want to cause trouble, so he did not continue to investigate. But now it seems that these weird races also have deep secrets behind them, which may be related to the mystery of the end of the era.

　　 Maybe Professor Burns would know something.

　　 Mr. Bro sent a letter to Jenkins this morning, which stated that his "Stories of Foreign Landers" has been very successful in the store. He will visit Jenkins again on Tuesday and tomorrow. On the one hand, we must give him the first batch of sales shares, on the other hand, we must also discuss long-term cooperation and additional printing.

　　 Jenkins' relocation plan is about to succeed.

　　 Now he has developed the habit of reading newspapers every day, and he has also found some apartments with suitable rent and location, and he is ready to take a look when he has money.

　　 There is still no business in the antique shop. Because he was going to attend the professor’s meeting in the evening, Jenkins dispelled his plan to check the information of the church under repair. Maybe he could find the record of the earring.

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Chapter 75 Chapter 72 The Professor's Gathering

　　 The kitten is very well-behaved and spends all day lying on the counter next to Jenkins. Jenkins was ready to adopt it and gave it a nice name: chocolate.

　　 "Why? This cat is not completely black."

　　 asked the old man.

　　 "Although it is popular to give cats a human name, I think chocolate sounds better."

　　 One day passed so peacefully. Jenkins took advantage of the lunch break to hold a ceremony in the warehouse in the backyard of the antique shop and independently produced two [Minor Burst Charms]. This time he used all qualified materials. A small amount of ruby ​​powder was polished from the one that was traded when Miss Mihail bought the badge last time. It will definitely not be the same as the charm that came from the trade. Unexpected effect.

　　As the process of making the spell requires hot charcoal and gunpowder, the nicks on the surface of the metal sheet still emit a fiery red light after the ceremony is completed. The normal step should be natural cooling, but Jenkins has a cold frost punch, which directly reduces the temperature, and the scorched finger skin is restored with healing power, which can save some time.

　　 In the evening, Jenkins asked the kitten to stay with Daddy, but he meowed a few times and actually agreed.

　　 stepped out of the shop and walked forward along Fifth Queen's Road. The professor was wearing an unremarkable plaid coat, standing in the alley waiting for him.

　　 The old man in the shop sighed at the empty shop.

　　 "Hat trick? How could it happen? I remember that Nolan should be the only one capable of this kind of ability. I'd better go and ask myself."

　　 He muttered to himself, reaching out from under the counter to take out the big bunch of keys clad in black wire, and then picked up the coat hanging on the side.

　　 "Okay, stay here, OK, I'll be back soon."

　　 He said to the chocolate, chocolate wagging his tail but ignored him, looking very spiritless.

　　 On the other side, Jenkins and the professor who had already met nodded each other. Under the leadership of the professor, they circled the alley a few times, then walked back to the main road from the other alley and hurriedly got into a carriage.

　　 "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't wait to ask.

　　 "Our party is allowed to bring new people to attend."

Professor 　　 said in a low voice: "But don't expose yourself as a scribe. They are very wary of the Orthodox Church."

"I see."

　　 Jenkins nodded, as did the gathering organized by Mr. Hood.

　　 "The time of the party is uncertain. If you gain trust, I will tell you the specific content. But be aware that the organizer of the party calls himself Mr. Corpse. He is a very weird person. Don't be scared for a while."

　　 Professor Burns seemed to have thought of something terrible, and shook his head quickly.

"no problem."

　　 Jenkins said again, he thought of another thing, "By the way, do I need to release the soul emblem to record my identity later?"

　　The trumpet of the black-robed man naturally cannot be used here. Professor Burns knew himself, but he rashly exposed Jenkins’s trumpet’s identity in front of a group of strangers, and he was a little worried.

"No need to."

Professor 　　 shook his head, "The illegal gifters who attended the gathering may also be worried about something, so they are unwilling to expose their identity in this way."

　　 "There is a wanted criminal among them, that Mr. Corpse..."

　　 "I don't know. This party was introduced by a friend of mine who has not seen him for many years, but he has recently gotten into some trouble and has left Nolan."

　　 It was getting late, smoke and darkness enveloped the city.

　　 Jenkins and the professor got off at a hidden place on the outskirts of the city. Jenkins paid the fare on his own initiative.

　　 Then, the two went around a few times, looking for a place to change into a black robe and mask, and then they walked towards the abandoned building not far away.

　　 "A few decades ago, this was a very famous private hospital."

Professor 　　 introduced in a low voice, the same rusty hinge hung on the big rusty iron door, and they could only climb over the low wall on the side.

　　 Professor Burns showed extraordinary athletic ability at this age.

　　 "I can't remember the specific name either. I was a child when it was still in use."

　　 I don't know if it was Jenkins's illusion. After entering this abandoned building complex, he felt that the humidity suddenly increased. The surrounding mist is not like polluted colored gas, but like pure white natural water mist.

"There was a serious accident here twelve years ago. The hospital procurement staff were greedy for a small bargain and bought a batch of problematic reagent bottles smuggled from other places. The glass manufacturing at that time did not have this mature technology. , [Creation and Machinery] The church has not found completely pollution-free materials. In short, those reagent bottles and medicines had a peculiar reaction, resulting in the death of at least ten hospitalized patients, including an elderly who was recuperating here. count."

　　 He drew the holy emblem of the goddess on his chest, prayed in a low voice, and then continued to talk to Jenkins.

　　 The two had already stepped on the path among the wild weeds and walked into a small white building with only two floors. Under the guidance of the professor, they followed the moldy gray wall and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

　　 "What happened afterwards?"

"This was the biggest news in the city that year. The person in charge of the hospital had bad luck. This incident even caused the royal capital. It even directly contributed to the promulgation of the Medical and Health Protection and Taxation Management Act. I heard that the Ministry of Taxation, Ahem, but after all, this place has been able to operate for so many years, and there is a background behind it. The specific details are not known to me as a teacher, but since that incident, this place has been abandoned."

　　 Jenkins swallowed. Isn't the professor's story the background of many horror stories?

　　 "There's no haunting here, right?"

　　 he asked carefully.

　　 "Absolutely not."

　　 Professor Burns paused for a moment, and then replied with certainty, but did not explain why.

　　 At the end of the corridor, there is a large closed iron door. It seems to have been hit hard by heavy objects, and its surface is uneven. The professor motioned to Jenkins to wait, then stepped forward and knocked on the iron door dozens of times regularly.

　　 clang clang clang~

　　 The dull metal crashing sound spread in the dark. After a while, the iron gate opened silently.

　　 The two walked into it, and Jenkins discovered that behind the door was a staircase leading to the ground.

　　 "Here will not be..."

　　 "Yes, the hospital morgue."

　　 This place has been abandoned for a long time, so even if the professor said some terrifying place names, Jenkins still did not feel panic.

　　 "There have been too many things recently, the morgue is just a trifle."

　　 The stairs are very short, and there is a slide for easy transportation on the side, and there is a spacious room under the stairs.

Section 76 Chapter 73 Mr. Corpse

　　 In the middle of the room, a candle was quietly burning on the dirty floor. The candle has an excessively brighter light than a household gas lamp. It illuminates a hospital bed with wheels on one side of the room, leaning against the yellowed wall, but judging from its dilapidation, it has not been for a long time. Moved, and on the other side is a row of cabinets close to the wall.

　　 Jenkins would not naively think that it was a locker.

　　 Three party participants in the same dress have already arrived. They didn't care who the two came in, and stood quietly against the wall.

　　 Jenkins and the professor also found a place to stand. About twenty minutes later, another eight rushing strangers appeared in the room one after another.

　　 "It's almost there, let's get started."

　　 An unexpected sound came from the cabinet, and there was no feeling of dullness even though there was metal.

　　 The second from the top and the fifth from the left, the storage cabinet slowly opened, as if an invisible person was pulling it. The figure covered with burnt yellow linen in the cabinet trembled a few times, and then he sat up.

　　 Jenkins now understands the origin of the ghost name "Mr. Corpse".

　　 That is a middle-aged man with a real face, with freckles on his face and unnatural swelling.

　　 His bare skin outside of the striped gown was unnaturally pale, and there were godless eyes in the two deep concave eye sockets.

　　 But these two eyes seemed so bright that Jenkins thought that all the anger of this creature was gathered there.

　　 "It seems that a new guest has arrived."

　　 Mr. Corpse's head turned stiffly and looked at Jenkins, but no one, including Professor Burns, spoke.

　　"I welcome party participants who can abide by the rules, so no matter who brings you, please don’t break the rules:

　　First, criminals, gentlemen or ladies wanted by the church or the police are not welcome here, don’t bring trouble to others;

　　Secondly, it is forbidden to inquire about the identity of others at will, otherwise I will stay with him to accompany me, there are many empty beds here;

　　Thirdly, equal or slightly unequal transactions are welcome, but this is not a vegetable market, so don’t try to take advantage of others. "

　　 There are some old-school gentleman styles in his words, and his accent doesn't sound like a local.

　　 Jenkins moved his hooded head up and down a few times and agreed. Afterwards, Mr. Corpse seemed to lose interest and turned his attention to others.

　　 "I'm trusted now?"

Unbelievably, he moved his eyes to the floor first, and then secretly upwards, only to see the candle in the center of the floor emitting a strong yellow light, and in front of Mr. Corpse there were 14 light spots and 1 bubble, two of them. The light spot is still green!

　　 "Goddess, level 8 bestower?"

　　 Jenkins subconsciously wanted to draw the holy emblem on his chest, but was suppressed by reason.

　　 "Also, that candle is not an ordinary object, what is it? What the **** did I go to?"

　　 can't tolerate him regretting, the party has already begun.

　　 "The plant you asked me to look for last time has been found. It's in number 12."

　　 Mr. Corpse said to another black-robed man that even though the clothes everyone was wearing seemed to be bought from the same store, he was still able to distinguish each person's identity.

　　 "Is it ability?"

　　 Jenkins thought, only to see the storage cabinet with the top number one and the second one from the left slowly opened. A man in black robes stepped forward, tiptoes and took out a bag of things from it, and then put something in it.

　　 Because of the angle, Jenkins didn’t see clearly.

　　 "Okay, now you can start free communication."

　　 As soon as his voice fell, a tall man in black robe near the door took the lead:

　　 "You can buy dragon blood at a high price, any kind, but the blood vein concentration must be more than half!"

　　 The corners of Jenkins's mouth twitched/twitched. The blood of various magical creatures is naturally also a common material for ceremonies and potions. Pure blood dragons have long disappeared in the long river of history along with those mythological races. Existing dragon blood creatures, such as the two-legged flying dragon and the flame-tailed dragon horse, are all hybrid creatures mixed with dragon blood. But even if the name of the material contains a word of dragon, the price of this material will be ten times higher.

　　 Jenkins once saw a powerful white ability when selecting abilities in the church: [Minor Dragon Blood Strengthening], which can greatly improve the physical quality and exceed the limits of humans. But the old man warned him that the ritual to obtain this ability requires at least 20 pints of more than 70% of the dragon's blood, and the church will not provide it. And even if you pack and sell Jenkins's family property, you can't get even one-thousandth of it.

　　 Jenkins, after hearing about the so-called bloodline conversion chain ability, also guessed whether this would be part of it.

　　 There was a moment of silence in the dim morgue. Just when Jenkins thought the deal would fail, the man in black robes next to him unexpectedly spoke:

　　 "Red pupil magma lizard blood, 5 pints, 52.3% blood concentration of the red dragon, what would you change for it?"

　　 "Shares, I have some anonymous shares in a forestry company in the northern forest of the Kingdom of Chessland."

　　 The two exchanged briefly, and the deal was actually concluded. Under the witness of Mr. Corpse, they exchanged sheepskin water sacs and document bags in their hands. With Jenkins' insight into poverty, those shares should be worth more than 30,000 pounds!

　　 Among the people familiar with Jenkins, I am afraid that only Miss Mihail and Dad have this kind of family background.

　　 As the silent people uttered one by one, several more deals were concluded.

　　 Jenkins gradually understood that, compared with the gathering organized by Mr. Hood, the gathering here is entirely based on Mr. Corpse. Everyone fully trusts his credibility and fully believes that he can judge the content of the transaction impartially. In Mr. Hood's party, all party participants are equal, and how to trade is completely dependent on themselves.