Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 There are **** floating on the river, and the air is full of dirty smells. No matter who lives in this environment, it is difficult not to get sick.

　　 Jenkins actually has a certain degree of understanding of the flu, as early as last month when investigating the blood-sucking incident, he almost understood it. At least half of the responsibility for this flu should be attributed to his [Curse of Disease].

　　 The last time he used this ability was to curse the blood-sucking demigod. God knows how the disease has mutated in him, and it finally evolved into what it is now.

　　 He was very guilty about this incident, but this guilt was quickly diminished by another incident.

　　 "Mr. William, Mr. William~"

　　Because there is really not much to be busy, Jenkins, who is extremely boring, sees that it is only ten o'clock, so he falls asleep in the doctor's office.

　　 He clearly remembered that before he fell asleep, there were still many people in the office, and the door was also crowded.

　　 But after waking up, not only did the indoor steam pipe seem to stop, but even the figure disappeared.

　　 In the office, only the oil lamp in front of Jenkins is still lighting, and there is no light in the corridor. Looking around, I couldn't see the voice calling his name just now, and even the chocolate was gone.

"what's the situation?"

　　 for a moment thought that he was still dreaming, and even guessed when the huge black cat that often visits dreams would appear. But soon realized that this might not be a dream, and he couldn't feel any falsehood.

　　 "Craft? Lost? Or hallucinogenic spell?"

　　 opened his true eyes and looked around, but only saw the soul of a sad man standing in front of Jenkins. The appearance of this soul looks normal, and the closer it is to a human-like soul, the higher the sanity. He was not hostile at all, so Jenkins didn't feel there was a spirit body just now.

　　 "Hello~"

　　 Jenkins tried to say hello,

　　 "Hello, sir, can you do me a favor?"

　　 "You can consider, what do I need to do?"

　　 "Someone is desecrating my body, I hope you can help me."

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins looked at him suspiciously:

　　 "Then, can you explain, what's the situation now?"

"I am born with some strange abilities. When I am an adult, I can even hear other people's voices when I am mentally relaxed. This is probably the reason why I can move around after death. As for now... this is dream and reality. It’s half-illusory and half-real. Sir, your soul is stronger than mine. It’s the strongest around here. I can’t enter your dreams."

　　 The priest did not respond, this is the truth. In other words, the person in front of him is probably a very talented mortal, but unfortunately he has not been in contact with the extraordinary world until his death, which is exactly the opposite of the key keeper who has been chasing the extraordinary for half his life.

　　 "When was your body desecrated?"

"right now."

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, and then immediately realized that this was an opportunity.

　　 "Okay, I will help you...Oh, do you need me to send you to go on, I think you also understand, your current form of existence..."

　　 "No, thank you for your kindness, I know how to go on."

　　 As he said, the sad man turned around, a pure white beam of light in the sky immediately hit him, and the man slowly rose to the sky in the hymn of the hermit of destiny.

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Williams."

　　 did not forget to wave goodbye to Jenkins before disappearing.

"you are welcome."

　　 Jenkins looked at this scene blankly, feeling a bit funny. Suddenly, he woke up as if lifting his head from a pool, and stood up from the brightly lit office.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate yawned, and then continued to push the ball under the claw.

　　 Without hesitation, he took the cat and ran down the corridor, and his eyes swept towards the morgue. As expected, he saw some skull-like black shadows. Although I didn't see the Skeleton Sword and its current owner, any gains now are clues.

　　 Jenkins immediately notified the guard team of the hospital. A team of nearly thirty people went to the morgue on the second basement level of the main building of the hospital non-stop, and then smashed into a group of corpses that had hit oncoming bodies.

　　 This should be a successful annihilation battle, because there was preparation in advance, so the team did not panic even when faced with the two high-level undead in the corpse group.

　　 Due to safety issues, Jenkins was left at the back of the team to help with treatment. Such a decision is very right, because even if he didn't make a move, the corpse group was quickly and completely wiped out.

　　 Soon after this, Miss Bevanna who came after hearing the news forcibly took Jenkins out of the hospital, not even giving him a chance to say goodbye to the doctors.

　　 The woman was relieved when she got out of the carriage at the door of the church, and then asked where Jenkins would live today.

　　 "Just go home and live...what happened just now?"

　　 "Recently, Nolan City and surrounding towns have seen frequent corpses being stolen, and those who stole the corpses were all controlled undeads. Remember, did you encounter undead things in your abandoned cemetery?"

"of course I remember."

　　 This incident directly led to Jenkins getting [contact death].

"The current view of the church is that the owner of the Skeleton Sword first secretly sends out the undead to survey the places where a large number of corpses may be stored, and now the second step is to take those corpses away. He probably wants to create a huge army of undead, which requires Quite a lot of material."

　　 The two said as they walked, the atmosphere in the church is very tense at present, and most people are in a hurry. Jenkins looked through the memory of the original owner and couldn't find anything like this that had happened in the past.

　　 "But can't that sword directly revive the corpse? Why is it so troublesome to search for the corpse?"

　　 Jenkins quickly followed Miss Bevana's pace, he felt the crisis of the current situation like never before.

　　 "It is not so simple to create powerful and advanced undead...Jenkins, we may be facing a war, a war between the living and the dead."

　　 The woman's tone was unusually serious, and Jenkins thought of the group of dolls he and Hathaway met in the jewelry store. Hathaway mentioned that the appearance of those dolls indicates that there will be war in the local area.

　　 He originally thought that this foreshadows that the dispute within the kingdom will evolve into a large-scale thermal weapon struggle, but he did not expect it to be a contest between life and death.

Chapter 848 Chapter 831

　　 Once the war starts, the peace and tranquility of Nolan City will no longer exist, and even the mystery and transcendence will be exposed to the eyes of ordinary people. The peace and tranquility that Jenkins aspires to may never exist.

　　 "What we can do now is to weaken the power of the undead as much as possible before the war begins. What happened in the hospital just now may happen many times, Jenkins, you have to be prepared."

　　Jenkins, who was very worried, didn't even ask if the time of today's fighting class was adjusted separately, so Miss Bevanna sent him back to St. George Street.

　　 St. George Street does not seem to be affected by the earthquake in the evening, and the neighborhood is still so peaceful and tranquil. When I took the key, I took a peek at the direction of the neighbor. Miss Yindi’s house was lit on the second floor, but it was so late at night, and she probably wanted to go to bed too.

　　 was awakened by his father early the next morning. When he entered the house, he also helped Jenkins bring in the milk, newspapers and letters from the door.

　　 Today, I still don’t have to go to the old antique shop. Dad needs to help in the church and handle some personal matters by the way. Nolan's church has almost entered a wartime state. All the field staff except Jenkins, including a considerable part of the civilian staff, have returned to the church to report and be uniformly assigned other tasks unless they cannot leave unless their positions are special.

　　 Not allowing Jenkins to participate is a unanimous decision after consultation, and it is good for everyone to do so.

　　 "I originally planned to find someone to watch you, but now the manpower is really insufficient."

　　 Jenkins invited Dad to have breakfast at home. Now Dad and chocolate are at the table, but only the cat is thinking about eating.

　　 "Don't worry, I won't be walking around recently."

　　 "You say that every time, yesterday..."

　　 "Please don't mention yesterday's thing again."

　　 Thinking of the painful experience of becoming a mouse yesterday, he subconsciously glanced at the chocolate. The latter pretended not to understand Jenkins's ferocious eyes, and still lay on the dinner table and fiddled with the neatly stacked napkins with his paws.

　　 "Anyway, I have been very busy these days, and may not have time to continue the course. I will give you a list of books later, and you can rely on these to kill time."

"no problem."

　　 Jenkins nodded, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't be in trouble.

　　 "In addition, you have to be careful about the plague. Although the plague 30 years ago has a slightly weaker effect on the gifter, we cannot relax our vigilance. Speaking of which, are you going to the Shire?"

　　 Saying this, the old man is in his spirit again.

　　 "It may be the weekend, and I have something else in the last few days."

　　 Jenkins said as he put the eggs and warm milk on the table.

　　 "I won't ask if you have anything, but you must pay attention to safety. Also, Hesha and Mihail..."

　　 Jenkins flushed when he heard these two surnames. He listened to his father's question with a swelling mind, and his hesitating prevarication was trying hard recently, which really made him very interested.

　　 Generally speaking, Jenkins will use extremely high skill to change the topic when it comes to this kind of topic, but today he did not.

　　 Dad just drank the milk and left. He still had many things to deal with. Only Jenkins and his cat were left in the kitchen as before. Instead of reading the newspaper first, he opened up the unexpected letters.

　　 The first letter is from Mr. Bro, the bookseller. He will visit Jenkins tomorrow morning and divide the first month into him. Mr. Brow should have made a fortune recently, and he would never use such expensive stationery for communication between the two on weekdays.

　　 The second letter is from lawyer Raul Onis, who was recently employed by Jenkins to help him deal with some legal questions. At the same time, Attorney Onis is also the estate executive lawyer of Viscount Augustus. As the supervisor, Jenkins often has correspondence with him.

　　 The envelope is stamped with the law firm, so it must be related to the inheritance. Sure enough, this time it was the lawyer Onis who informed Jenkins that a 6th-century antique from the ancient Hikkali Empire held by the Viscount will be auctioned in the near future.

　　 He hoped that Jenkins could also come to the scene as a testimony. This was probably the most expensive thing the Viscount held outside the manor.

　　 "Ten o'clock this morning..."

　　 Mr. Lawyer knew that Jenkins had things to do every day, so he probably did not expect him to spare time in the morning of the working day, otherwise it would be impossible to send a letter on the day of the auction.

　　 "Do you want to go?"

　　 He asked Chocolate, but he didn't want to go, after all, going out almost meant trouble.

　　 With this thought, he locked the door and went out to the black market to meet the huntress. The investigation about the new neighbor commissioned yesterday was only a short-term investigation. After hearing all the information, the huntress thought it was a fairly simple commission, so Jenkins would come to get the results the next day.

　　 The female hunter’s report was still so detailed, and the results showed that the reason Miss Silver Flute Mistral Frante moved here was because of lack of money.

　　 She originally lived in a three-story high-end apartment in the city center, but recently sold the house because of one incident, and then found the house on St. George Street at the real estate agency.

　　 "The lack of money is for the auction? What does she want?"

"I don't know, it's just a one-night investigation. I can hardly give you the results. And remind me that the auction of Jinbaique Auction House will be carried out in about an hour. This reminder does not charge any money, after all, you are also a regular customer. "

　　 The huntress looked like she hadn't woken up yet, after all, it was too early.

　　 "Golden Bosch..."

　　 Destiny likes to make all kinds of coincidences around Jenkins. The auction mentioned by the lawyer in the morning letter was organized by that auction company.

The Jinboque auction house is located at 43 Will Five Star Street on the east bank of the Westminster River. This street is one of the main roads of Nolan City. Together with the nearby three vertical, three horizontal and six streets, it forms the center of the city. area.

　　 The weather at the end of winter was not bad, but the horizontal stone bricks of the street were wet due to the blizzards of the previous few days. Colorful flags hung between the towering buildings on both sides of the street, which were decorations taken out last week to welcome foreign delegations.

　　 Even though he didn't think Jenkins would come, the lawyer Mr. Onis was still waiting for him at the door of the auction house. The two saw each other from a distance, and while waving hello, the winter sun finally passed through the dense fog that enveloped the city and shone on the land chosen by fate.

　　PS: The name of the Jinbo Sparrow auction house appeared once. When Dad and Jenkins encountered a stray land in the castle, one of them was from the auction house. But this is not a foreshadowing, just a normal mention of this auction house again.

　　 I recently discovered that you seem to regard every detail as a foreshadowing (cover your face).

Chapter 849 Chapter 832 Boring Auction

　　 Jinboque Auction House is one of the larger auction houses in Nolan City. According to my father, the real holder is a local nobleman, but he doesn't know who that nobleman is.

　　 The doorway uses white marble pillars to cling to the door frame, built in the style of an arch, and a huge oil paint sign hangs from the third floor to the ground. Even in the morning on weekdays, there are many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies who come in and out here to participate in auctions, at least in formal dresses.

　　 From a distance, I saw the lawyer standing at the door, looking at it with a piece of paper in his hand. After walking quickly, I found that it was a form, which seemed to be the lawyer's schedule.

　　 "Oh, Mr. William, you are here."

　　 He smiled and greeted Jenkins.

　　 "The Viscount Augustus gave me gifts, and I always have to perform my work seriously."

　　 Two people and one cat enter from the door, but fortunately, small pets are allowed here. When Jenkins passed by, the waiter standing at the door also bent over and said:

　　 "Baron Williams, good morning."

　　 This surprised Jenkins, and the lawyer explained in a low voice that the service staff in such formal occasions can know the looks or characteristics of most of the nobles in the city.

　　 Obviously, Jenkins's characteristic is the cute cat on the shoulder.

　　 After all, it is Tuesday morning, and the auction house will not hold a large-scale official auction. After Jenkins went in, he learned that the auction house would hold auctions in three small halls at the same time, auctioning ancient cultural relics, modern celebrity manuscripts and strange objects.

　　 Really large auctions are held only once a month, and are usually arranged on weekend nights. At that time, many nobles and merchants who have money in their hands and have nothing to do will come here.

　　 The auction room is not too big, and Jenkins suddenly became excited after sitting down. Participating in an auction after coming to a strange world is a must for foreigners. It took him half a year to participate in the first game, which is really shameful.

　　 Jenkins and Onis lawyers did not come here for the purpose of buying things, but the staff of the auction house thoughtfully gave them a bid number plate.

　　 Jenkins originally worried that the auction that Miss Yindi was participating in was not in this auction room, but fortunately, the middle-aged woman opened the door to the scene in the last five minutes before the start.

　　Because it is not a large-scale auction, there are no boxes in this hall. There are eight rows of simple seats under the auction stage. The auctioneers are sparsely seated, and most of them are not awake.