Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 But Jenkins still likes Mr. Hood’s gatherings, not only because the low-level people there are less threatening to him, but also because the way they get along is more like friends.

　　 Considering that he can get the first fairy tale publishing proceeds from Mr. Brow tomorrow, Jenkins brought out all his savings this time.

　　 He still wants to buy a [Star Debris] spar, but no one has it. Mr. Corpse accepted various orders, but Jenkins was here for the first time, so he was more cautious and did not speak.

　　As the party was about to end, a man in black robes suddenly asked Mr. Corpse:

　　 "Sir, there have been frequent haunts in the city recently, and I have seen a few weak evil spirits with my own eyes. Do you know what's going on?"

　　PS: This book is not a DND series, it is about the steam age, or the story of the human world over the Victorian age. Therefore, the devil, elves and so on may come out to make soy sauce, but there are not many scenes, most of which are the background of the story, which is the so-called "long, long time ago."

Section 77 Chapter 74 The Devil's Story (2)

　　 The pale face turned to the questioning black-robed man, and he took a step back subconsciously.

　　 "Don't worry, they will find out sooner or later."

　　 paused, turned his head and said to the man who stood farthest: "You, don't come again next time."

　　 After saying this, without any explanation, he lay back in the corpse cabinet, the cabinet slowly closed, and the party was over.

　　Everyone left here in order according to the distance from the door.

　　 Jenkins followed Professor Burns, climbed over the low wall in the same way, and left the abandoned building.

　　 "Hoo~"

　　 He took a deep breath and walked on the path where the hospital was completely invisible, and the depression in his heart disappeared.

"how do you feel?"

　　 asked the professor.

　　 "That Mr. Corpse is very strong."

　　 Jenkins exclaimed.

"I don't know this." There was a confused expression on his face. "But Mr. Corpse is indeed very powerful and has a good reputation. He will also take the initiative to remind us of the danger. I only learned that flowers were sold in the past few weeks at the church a few days ago. The woman's matter is related to the deceit. On the days of the incident, Mr. Corpse reminded us to stay away from the downtown area as much as possible."

　　 "Oh, he is also a member of the church, or is there another source of information?"

　　 Jenkins thought silently.

　　 "What do you think about the haunted incident? I don't quite understand Mr. Corpse's last words."

　　 "That sentence should make sense."

The professor seemed to trust the unfamiliar strong man, "Since he said there is no need to worry, it means that this matter is not dangerous to us. I have also seen evil spirits in school. They are indeed very weak, but they are very easy. It's scary."

　　 is very weakly aimed at the benefactor. For ordinary people, physical damage reduction spirit creatures are still very deadly.

　　Because of the abandoned hospital, there are no people around here. The two hurried through a large expanse of woods, only to see the scattered fires in the distant city.

　　 "Professor, how do I know about the next meeting?"

"The post office can order newspapers and periodicals. If you have time, you can order a niche publication called "Tropical Disease Medicine Prospects", publication number: KUES-1860-2314. This publication will be issued every week. If the number of pages of the publication is Even numbers, then it means there will be a party this week."

　　 He explained the method of extracting the party time from the contents of the newspaper, and Jenkins took it down carefully. But he still has questions:

　　 "Is it there every time a party? Does Mr. Corpse lie there every day?"

　　 "The meeting places are indeed there, but I don’t know about Mr. Corpse. I don’t think anyone would dare to go there during non-party hours, right?"

　　 Jenkins nodded, level 8 is already very strong, maybe that gentleman, who is really brave enough to set up the base there.

　　 If you take a carriage at this time, it is easy to attract the attention of the coachman. The two approached the city along a small road. Jenkins felt that the journey was boring, so it was better to talk about other things.

　　 "Professor, what do you think about those non-human races that have appeared in myths or stories?"

　　 He asked for advice.

"Oh?"

　　Professor Burns was a little surprised to see Jenkins: "Young man, this question is very remarkable. Have you also noticed that there has been a huge period in history? Especially the so-called end of the era."

Before Jenkins could explain, he hurriedly said: "These materials are very rare, and the documents that can be displayed publicly are not mentioned at all. But the description of certain things is very different from our common sense, and even blasphemy. "

He stopped panting, and said in a low voice: "Last rainy night, you have heard of the devil who made a lot of noise, so let me tell you a little story about the devil. But this story is very blasphemous, very profane. Blasphemy..."

　　 "Please speak."

　　 Jenkins also stopped and whispered.

　　"The beginning of the story is probably a long time ago. During the famine years, the nobles monopolized the grain and grass. Even if they let the millet rot in the warehouse, they were unwilling to distribute it to the poor farmers without grain. A miserable era.

A brave little boy, in order to save his brother and sister who was about to starve to death, crossed the plain, across the forest, across the sea, and finally found the most powerful demon at the end of the world [Magma Hell], and with He signed a contract. "

　　 "I have heard of this story, but there are not so many details."

　　 "Yes, young man, but the rest is different."

　　 His voice is extremely low, and his eyes are full of anxiety.

　　" The devil said: My child, why are you looking for me.

　　The boy said: Sir, I want my brother and sister to live better.

　　 The devil said: My child, then sign a contract. Your soul belongs to me, and I will fulfill your wish.

　　The boy said: Sir, without any contract, just take my soul, please save my poor family.

　　 The devil said: My child, this is not my idea, but the gods in the sky have already regarded you as lambs. As long as you die, your soul will be taken away and made into meat for our own use, so we must sign a contract to reach a deal. "

Professor 　　 stopped, and prayed to the sage for a long time with his hands on his chest.

　　 "God, these evil stories are probably ancient lunatics or cultists' babble, William... Jenkins, today you are curious, I just told it, but don't believe it."

　　 "Where is the end of the story?"

　　 Jenkins pretended to pray, but was still curious about it.

"Sage, why do you give this young man such a strong thirst for knowledge. Well, well, at the end, the devil signed a contract with the boy. The boy and his younger brother and sister spent a happy life. After death, the soul was kept faith. Taken away by the demon."

　　 After he finished speaking, his lips trembled: "Profanity, true blasphemy, not only slandering the gods, but also boasting demons..."

　　 Until the two separated, the professor was still condemned from his heart. This is probably the so-called true believer...

　　 Jenkins felt that the question he raised might be that he had insomnia all night, so he was slightly condemned in his heart.

　　 It was almost eleven o'clock when she returned to the home of Privum Road, Mary Williams still did not sleep, but was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.

　　 She yawned and told Jenkins that there was still warm food left in the kitchen, and then she returned to her room.

　　 The next day was still a cloudy day. After Jenkins got up, he reminded himself that this weekend was the day to meet the Huntress, and the newspaper showed that the meeting time for Mr. Hood was next Wednesday.

PS: It wasn't until the afternoon that I found out that I actually posted today's second update at the wrong time, so I updated two chapters at noon...Forget it, let's update three today, thank you for your support, and ask for a recommendation by the way ticket.

　　 Another: Thank you for your rewards, but for the sake of reading experience, I will not thank you at the end of the article from now on, I hope to understand.

Section 78 Chapter 75 Income

　　 Jenkins, as usual, had breakfast sandwiches with his family, drank some sweet and greasy milk, rode in the carriage to Dad's place, pushed the door, and found that Mr. Bro was one step ahead of him.

　　 took out the silver pocket watch in his jacket pocket and opened the lid with a snap. It was only eight o'clock in the morning.

　　 "Good morning, you are so early!"

　　 Jenkins greeted Mr. Brow politely, took off his coat and put it on the hook next to the counter. And Kitty Chocolate was lying comfortably on the counter, raised his head to face Jenkins with a "meow~", and jumped to Jenkins's shoulder. It’s still small, but it’s very balanced, so it can stand up.

　　 Dad nodded to him, and asked the two to go upstairs to talk.

　　 "I have to say, I really didn't expect your book to sell so well."

　　 is naturally a round of flattery at the beginning. If it is said that Mr. Brow’s respect for Jenkins when we met last time is because of his father, then this time it is entirely his personal reason.

　　According to the previously signed agreement, Mr. Brow gave Jenkins £40 in cash on the spot. In fact, it shouldn't be that much, but Mr. Bro said that he has no change.

　　 The standard price of "Stories of Strangers" is 10 shillings, which is equivalent to a week's income of an ordinary worker family. Such a high price is of course related to exquisite illustrations, but in the eyes of really rich and high-income families, this is a very low price.

　　The annual income of farm workers, soldiers, and typists is 25 pounds, and the annual income of the lowest-ranking shop assistants, servants, and embroidery workers is 12-20 pounds. The first batch of proceeds from Jenkins's book completely surpassed most of the working people living in Nolan City.

　　 Mr. Brow has planned to print the second batch of books, which will be printed to 2000 copies, and contact book shops in other places to promote this book to all parts of the kingdom. Although his printing factory and bookstore are only in this city, he also has many friends in other places.

　　 Jenkins discussed this with his father, and they all thought it would be good. The bookstore and publishing house connected through the relationship of the church are certainly safe, but they will also reveal the identity of the two.

　　 The conversation between the two of them lasted for nearly two hours. Mr. Blow took a fancy to Jenkins' talent, so he sold a lot of profits. The printing of the second and third batches of "Stories of Foreign Landers" was simply decided. When Mr. Brow left, he paid Jenkins an extra £100 in cash as a deposit for their cooperation.

　　 Of course, they have decided to increase the price of this book.

　　 "Mr. William, I wonder if you have thought about the content of the next book, I look forward to working with you next time."

　　 "This matter is still being considered, but you must be the partner I consider first."

　　 sent away Mr. Bro, Jenkins quickly started today's copying, and a lot of time has been wasted.

　　 Old man leaned forward.

　　 "Congratulations, are you ready to move somewhere?"

　　 "Still considering, now I have gold pounds in my hand, I plan to have time to check it out this week."

　　 "That's great. Recently, there is not much business in the store. If you want to ask for leave, just say it."

"I will."

Jenkins is also not welcome. He thought for a while, "Father, do you think I need to continue to write a book? I mean, when I first wrote "Stories of Foreigners", I wanted to make money and move out. Since the goal is already Is it necessary to waste time?"

　　 "Why is this a waste of time?"

The old man asked strangely: "You have this talent, and the identity of a writer is also helpful for social activities and activities. Why do you want to give up? And as a gifter, you need to spend a lot of money. You have also been to the black market, three A digit golden pound is not money at all. It is a very good way to make money by writing books. If I had an opportunity like you when I was young, how could I be so old and have to open a shop on time every day?"

　　 "I think your life is not tiring, it is the best state after retirement!"

　　 Of course, I only dare to think about this sentence. When I say it, Dad will get angry.

　　 Now that I talked about money, the old man remembered one more thing.

　　 "You have followed me for a month, this is yours."

　　He took ten 10-pound notes from his pocket and pushed them to Jenkins: "The valuation of those special items we handed in has ended. This is for you."

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, only then did he remember that there was something else.

　　 "So many?"

　　 "You only got 3% of the real price of those items."

The old man has a rare and weird expression, "Also, when we first met, the identification result of the ring was received, B-09-5-8392, [Giant Power Ring], lost 30 years ago by the Church of War and Victory. I’m currently negotiating to repurchase things. No information on the weird harmonica on [Flesh Puppet] has been found. The current name is B-10-3-0123, [The Last Chanting of the Suicide]. This item is now preserved. In the church, you can apply for it if you need it, but you need to explain the purpose."

　　 "Is it such a coincidence?"

　　 Jenkins asked: "I found that most of the [extraordinary] we encountered are recorded in church materials."

　　 "This is not a coincidence."

The old man meant something, "At present, there are very few [extraordinary] that can be artificially created, and the main source is the natural occurrence of treacherous and special circumstances, so most of the things you can encounter are old things that are some years old. ."

　　 "What is the effect of [the last chant of the suicide]?"

　　 "Put your own spirit into it, and you can produce the music of the last ordinary owner of the harmonica. The music is similar to a mental attack, indistinguishable."

　　 "Then why is that [flesh puppet] okay? He didn't seem to be affected at the time."

　　 "There was an abnormal change in the separation of his soul and body, and he was slow to attack this kind of mental attack."

The old man continued: "Aside from blocking the ears, this kind of attack cannot be resisted, even if you use a helmet made of B-04-5-1080 [mental blocking metal]. It is useless. Those with strong souls are more resistant to music. Strong, like when I fell down when I heard the sound that day, but you could still move."

　　 Jenkins laughed awkwardly. This was the only doubt about that matter, but Dad didn't mention it in the report to the church.

　　 Dad glanced at him and stopped talking.

The [mental blocking metal] mentioned in the conversation between the two people is a kind of artificially manufactured type B [extraordinary] that the church has mastered. This kind of technology belongs to the [Church of Ocean and Exploration]. I heard that the technology is a large-scale deep ocean Found while exploring.

　　PS: I originally wanted to call it Mind Interruption Alloy, but this might make some readers mistakenly think that I am involved in the Foundation. After all, the name is too famous. Therefore, it is changed to this name, which can be considered as a combination of Magneto Helmet and weakened telekinesis alloy.

Section 79 Chapter 76 Housing Intermediary?