Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Chapter 852 Chapter 835 Encounter

　　When I walked out of the store excitedly, I still wondered when to remove the hair from the unicorn. Chocolate is already a little impatient at this time. It hates the presence of so many cats. This is probably a kind of repulsion.

　　 In short, Jenkins, who has changed back to Jenkins again, decided to go home and study when he saw that he had nothing else to do today. But as soon as I walked out of the alley, I saw Britney getting off the carriage.

　　 Winter has come to an end, and the clothes on the girls are gradually decreasing. Of course, bloated winter clothes can't fully show the beauty of women, and the fashion of this year's early spring is probably this kind of dress with a hollow butterfly pattern on the skirt.

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins's heart was uncontrollable and began to beat wildly, until he realized that Hathaway was not following her, he took a breath.

　　 "Hi~ Jenkins. How did you get out of the alley?"

　　 The alley where Jenkins changed his identity is a dead end. A short walk inward is a brick wall. Normally no one will walk in.

　　 "The chocolate just walked around, I went to find it."

　　 He said nonchalantly.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Although the cat is not very happy, he still yelled cooperatively.

　　 "Chocolate is a bit sick recently, I took it to see the doctor. But this clinic requires an appointment, I think I'll come back another day."

　　 He quietly poked the cat in his arms, and the cat reluctantly let out the so-called "sick cry". Britney immediately believed that the cat's acting was as perfect as its owner.

　　Bryney came today to raise food for the stray animals adopted by the "Urban Pet Management Center" outside the city. On the carriage there were several friends who knew her to help, but there was no Hathaway.

　　 It is said that Hathaway is sick, and has not been out at home these days.

　　 "What's wrong with Hathaway? Was she contracting the flu in the city, or the plague in the newspaper?"

　　 Jenkins immediately showed nervousness and wondered if she should be treated for a while.

　　 "No, it's not a serious illness, it will be fine in a few days."

　　Britney's face was a little red, and she spoke vaguely.

　　 "Oh, God, what is the disease?"

　　 Jenkins was still asking, and then he heard the laughter of the girls on the carriage. He was taken aback for a moment and understood, and after hurriedly bidding farewell to Britney, he left the street as if running away.

　　 "What a shame!"

　　 He still thought so when he was about to get home. But when the carriage was about to reach St. George Street, the coachman turned to other blocks.

　　 It's almost noon, he is looking for a place to eat. But when you think about it, the cause of the recent bad luck seems to be "I'm looking for a restaurant to eat." After understanding this, he directly asked the coachman to put him at the entrance of the restaurant. For this reason, he had to pay the patrolling police a fine of 5 pence for illegal parking.

　　 Jenkins saw the police officer turn around and leave, stuffing the money into his jacket pocket.

　　 Because this restaurant is located between the old antique shop and St. George Street, Jenkins frequents it, and sometimes at noon he will be appointed by the old man to buy some take-out meals.

　　 After entering the door, the familiar waiter immediately led him to his usual seat and bought a separate bowl for the chocolate before serving. This is one of the reasons why Jenkins likes here, they can always remember the preferences of regular customers.

　　 Halfway through the meal with his head down, someone actually sat opposite Jenkins. When he looked up, it was Professor Burns.

　　 "Oh, professor, good noon."

　　 "Good noon, Viscount Williams."

　　 He obviously heard from the church that Jenkins was about to become a knight, so he joked with him like this.

　　 Although today is a working day, the professor happened to be out of class and was working nearby, so he walked into this restaurant. He is an apprentice of the secret keeper, and the nature of a field worker like Jenkins is different, so he does not need to give up his job and go to church to wait for arrangements.

　　 The two chatted a lot when they were sitting together for dinner. The professor only heard the news that the old antique shop was suspected of being attacked by believers in the **** of lies yesterday. He saw the new piece of glass when he passed the antique shop just now, and after sitting down, he worriedly asked whether the old man and Jenkins were injured in the attack.

　　As for the [living corpse jade] that broke the window, the professor's opinion is the same as that of Jenkins. He seems to have a deep research on the ability of [Substitute for Death], and he knows exactly what kind of core it needs.

　　 "It seems that the legend is true. A-12-1-0044 [Dead Soul's Skeleton Sword] can actively instill knowledge in users and even raise the level of the benefactor."

　　 "This weapon is also too powerful. So far, the mere characteristics it exhibits have surpassed all the crooks I know of."

　　 Jenkins couldn't help but sigh.

　　 "Of course, the history of this sword is much longer than you think."

　　 At this point, the professor looked around mysteriously, then leaned out and said in Jenkins' ear:

"From the accounts of the ancient slate discovered so far, its birth can be traced back to at least the 5th era, the age when all civilizations were still barren. Time can give power to the mundane, even if a stone has been passed down from that age to the present, It can also possess extraordinary abilities."

　　 After speaking, he sat back again, and then saw Jenkins's surprised expression with satisfaction.

　　 "In other words, in our age, there is almost no weapon that can face it head-on."

"Yes it is."

Professor 　　 nodded affirmatively:

"You can't imagine how strong that sword is. I heard that the current user is just a low-level gifter? That's right, the user's strength temporarily limits the use of that sword, otherwise disaster would have broken out long ago. "

　　 Jenkins opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say. All the plans he made were intended to defeat the sword head-on, but now it seems that this plan may encounter some troubles before the next drop of divinity is found.

　　 "It seems that we must go to the Shire as soon as possible."

"what did you say?"

　　 Professor 　　 was drinking soup with a spoon just now, and did not hear Jenkins talking to himself.

　　 "Oh, I said, don't touch the chocolate paws."

　　 "Speaking of cats, I heard...you became a mouse yesterday?"

　　 Jenkins really looked down at the chocolate this time, and then remembered that his cake-making plan had not yet been implemented. Chocolate was originally bowing his head for a meal. At this time, he raised his head vigilantly, just in time to see Jenkins's malicious eyes.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Although I don't know what happened, the cat called.

Chapter 853 Chapter 836 The Professor's Stage View

　　 "Let’s not talk about the thing that has become a rat... why not talk about the earthquake last night? I haven’t heard the latest news yet."

　　 Jenkins doesn't want to recall the experience of being played by cat's claw, this is not just humiliation. Being bullied by the kitten chocolate makes him feel that his dignity has been hurt.

　　 "The loss is heavy, Nolan City has not had such a strong earthquake for many years."

　　Professor shook his head as he spoke, ignoring Jenkins’ subtle emotions:

"But this is obviously not a natural earthquake. The west of the city a little bit farther away and the mines in the center of the earthquake feel very different in intensity. It's a pity that our city doesn't have a church of [Mother Earth], otherwise it would be convenient to determine what the underground is. What happened... I remember that last year, you brought back the clues of [Gear Craftsmen's Association], maybe they were underground..."

　　 Jenkins also guessed this way. According to the sealed object underground, it was obviously a group of people digging. Judging from the position at the time, the place deeper than that can only be the gift of the Craftsmen Association.

　　 The sealed face reminded him kindly to pay attention to the danger. It was right. Being an inhuman race saved Jenkins' life. If it weren't for the tunnel collapse, Jenkins really wanted to talk to it again. That person must know more things that Jenkins is interested in.

　　 "Speaking of which, there seem to be too many people who are proficient in prophecy. Mr. Pisco is also true. He didn't leave me the funds for the return journey. It turned out that I knew I would take a'cat car' back."

　　 He thought to himself, and then asked:

　　 "So, what is there in Nolan Underground?"

　　 "I don't know, the history of this era is not recorded, and the history before the era is ambiguous."

Professor 　　 shrugged and looked at Jenkins while holding the spoon in his hand and turning it regularly in the bowl:

　　 "But if there is something, it must be thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago. It's scary to think about it. Who knows what it is?"

　　 Miss Magic also talked about the underground seal. She believes that the underground mine is the shallow part that was once sealed, and people have not even discovered the deeper seal.

　　 It is not the first time that the craftsmen have caused an earthquake for the sealed artifacts deep underground. I believe that the church will start an investigation after solving the urgent needs of the undead.

　　 "I also heard that you encountered a shooting in a suburban town last week? This should be taken seriously."

　　 "Oh, it's okay, but I heard gunshots from a distance."

　　 Jenkins replied absently, "I just had bad luck."

　　 "Fate always treats everyone equally, so occasionally encountering bad luck is also normal. Always encountering good luck, then there are only two possibilities."

　　 "Which two possibilities?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 He knew that if he didn't ask this sentence at this time, the professor would be very embarrassed.

　　 "First, destiny will prepare him/her for death on the road ahead; second, he is the protagonist on the stage, not a person in reality."

　　 "The protagonist of the stage?"

　　 "Yes, good luck always accompanies the protagonist on the stage, no matter how much the goodwill of fate is wasted, it will always end well in the end."

When Professor 　　 said this, he couldn't help but shook his head:

"The miracle is always the protagonist on the stage, but the miracle does not always appear in reality. This is the difference between the stage and life. Young people nowadays have always read a few knight novels and think they can be like the story. They never think about it. If it’s the age of heroes, it means that the whole continent is messed up."

　　 At this point, the professor couldn't help but started complaining to Jenkins about his students. Now knight novels and court novels are very popular, largely because the improvement of the material level drives spiritual needs. From this point, Jenkins is also a beneficiary.

　　 But teachers regard those time-wasting books as their enemies. After all, interest and indulge are two different things, and the vocation of students is to learn.

　　 "I am definitely not complaining about your new book."

Professor 　　 did not forget to explain this point:

　　 "But young people shouldn't be addicted to those things, they have more things to do. I have read your book, it is very interesting, and the discussion about the relationship between the extraordinary and the mundane is also very supportive of me."

　　 "Professor, do many of your students read my book?"

　　 "Of course, when it comes to this, I have to...I am not complaining, but those who dare to read novels in my class will all get 10 points off the final paper!"

　　 This is a very serious punishment. Jenkins still remembers the tragic experience of the professors who failed to pass the scores during the exam season last year.

　　 The two chatted for a while, and Professor Burns suddenly asked Jenkins if he had anything to do this afternoon. He is going to participate in an interesting auction in the afternoon, and the Department of Archaeology has taken a fancy to one of the lots. But it's always boring to participate in that kind of activity by myself. Colleagues have classes. Bringing those restless young people will only cause more headaches, so I think of inviting Jenkins.

　　 "Of course I have nothing to do."

　　 Although the original plan was to go home and read a book, since the professor invited it, there was nothing to delay for two or three hours.

　　 It just so happened that the auction was still organized by the Jinboque Auction House, which was the place in the morning. And Professor Burns also mysteriously told Jenkins that this auction had some relationship with the two of them.

"what relationship?"

　　 The two sat at the dining table looking at their bills. Jenkins didn't care about the wallet, but was worried about the weight of the chocolate.

　　 "Remember the first time we met?"

　　 "Remember, in the old castle in the country."

　　 "Remember the victims of that time?"

　　 "Well, I think about it..."

　　His main memory of that incident was his father’s "resurrection" and the terrible thing that forced everyone into the treacherous realm. Until now, Jenkins didn't know what it was.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate knows nothing.

　　 "Oh, I remember it. It's Mr. Sanders from Kimber Sparrow auction house, and Chewell, the fat guy who is also an antique dealer with his father!"

　　 "That's right!"

Professor 　　 nodded, handed the tip to the waiter, then stood up and picked up the brown cashmere suit on the back of the chair, and walked to the door while chatting with Jenkins.

"Mr. Sanders was a gifter, but he died in a treacherous situation. After we came out, Father Oliver reported his affairs to the church, and most of his collection was taken away by the church... ...And the remaining small part will be auctioned today."

Chapter 854 Chapter 837 The Second Auction

　　 "Mr. Sanders? Does he have any interesting collections?"

　　Walking out of the restaurant, there happened to be a free carriage at the corner of the street not far away. Jenkins waved to the driver, and the driver jumped off the board and started to work.

　　 "Saunders is a fan of weapons collection, so this time the lot is all weapons."

As Professor 　　 explained, he fastened the buttons of his coat one by one.

　　 After three hours, Jenkins once again came to the Kimberly Auction House at 43 Five Star Street in Will. As the core area of ​​the city, it is still very lively here, but the waiter at the door has changed a group of people, but Jenkins is still politely welcomed.