Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The auction in the afternoon was not held in the small hall on the first floor, but in the hall on the second floor. Although the seats are still not full, at least the occupancy rate is much better than in the morning.

　　 Jenkins and the professor sit in the middle right of the fourth row. There is no one on the left. On the right is a young man sitting nervously with his hands on his knees. He seemed to be attending an important meeting, but he was a little nervous.

　　 "Look, they are all weapons. I heard that some have blood stains on them."

Professor 　　 passed the list of auctions to Jenkins, which contained introductions and photos of all auction items. Although the black and white photos are not very clear, the general appearance can still be seen clearly.

　　 "Which one are you here for this time?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice.

　　 "No. 9, that cane."

　　 "Is this a weapon?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't help asking, and at the same time reminded the chocolate not to run around.

　　 "Of course, I will tell you its history, it is a very thrilling story..."

The story of Professor 　　 did not end until the auction was about to begin, but it was indeed a good story full of conspiracy, love-hate entanglements, and national disputes. This cane was finally lifted high by the young prince, and 23 blood relatives including his father were inserted to death. It was really cruel.

　　 Jenkins had been here this morning, and at that time no illegal items were found in the auction house. So when I came back in the afternoon, I relaxed my vigilance a little bit.

　　 He remembered to check it again before the auction started, and then unexpectedly saw the bright red aura in front of him, which was in the shape of a long sword.

　　 He blinked, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

　　 "Professor, that direction...is it the direction of the temporary storage room for auction items?"

　　 He stretched his finger on his knee to prevent it from attracting the attention of surrounding bidders.

"Yes it is."

Professor 　　 nodded, "What's wrong?"

　　 "Oh, no, nothing is going on... Can you lend me some gold pounds later? I think the money I brought may not be enough."

　　The item that Jenkins fancyed was Lot 4, a long sword that has no provenance but looks more like a handicraft. The auction house was not optimistic about its value, so it arranged it in an embarrassing position like the 4th.

　　 When bidding for the bid, Jenkins realized that no one besides himself was holding the placard at all, so he bought an unknown number B category [Extraordinary] at a very low price of 12 pounds.

　　 Jenkins thinks it may never have been recorded by the church, otherwise the church has no reason to ignore its particularity when undergoing inspection.

　　 Good things come in pairs, and the professor finally successfully bought the stick that the school needs. The two did not wait for the auction to end, but got up directly to contact the staff to pay.

　　 The walking stick and the sword were stored in a beautifully packed wooden box and were handed over to the two in the meeting room on the third floor of the auction house.

　　 "Mr. Burns, Baron Williams, please check again."

　　According to the rules, the inspection is required. Jenkins and Professor Burns also took a white hand suit and checked the things they bought. Jenkins understood it as soon as he touched it. This is definitely an [extraordinary], that kind of feeling incompatible with the world that other objects can't imitate it anyway.

　　 "Very well, then we..."

　　 Jenkins was only halfway through, and the door of the conference room was pushed aside rudely from the outside.

　　 "A robber has broken in!"

　　 This is the waiter who welcomed Jenkins downstairs just now. Because of the rush of running, his neat uniform was a little wrinkled.

　　 "Robber?"

　　 Everyone in the room seemed to have heard a myth. This is the core of Nolan City. The City Hall and Karlfax Field are both within two blocks.

　　 "It's really a robber, oh god, he's on the second floor now. May God bless little Lucar, I just saw him being...sir?"

　　 Jenkins has stood up and grabbed the arm of the talking man. Although there is temperature, Jenkins can't feel any breath of life.

　　 "corpse?"

　　 His voice was very small, but Professor Burns next to him still heard it. His complexion changed, and now in Nolan City, anything related to the undead is a big problem.

　　 "Sorry, Baron, what did you say?"

　　 Others in the conference room did not hear the word Jenkins uttered, but were a little suspicious of Professor Burns's face, thinking that he had eaten his stomach and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

　　 "I remember that there is still something to do, my cat should eat now...The service of the Jinbaiqu auction house is very good."

　　 said, the hand holding the walking corpse slammed hard, injecting 【Healing Breath】into it very concealedly. Death and life immediately clashed, and the body that was still struggling immediately collapsed to the ground.

　　 "Also, the gas valve in my house doesn't seem to be turned off. This is really terrible!"

　　 said, picked up the slender box and turned and left. Chocolate and Professor Burns also chased after him.

　　 There were no traces of robbers breaking in. Even when passing the stairs through the second floor, only normal walking pedestrians were seen.

　　 Two people and one cat walked out of the building of the auction house at a very fast speed. When they returned to the street, the fog outside was still the same, and the pedestrians in Ruzhi did not panic.

　　 "Don't worry about anything, we will go directly to church!"

　　 Jenkins hasn't figured out what happened here, but returning to church is definitely not the wrong choice.

　　 He and the professor did not choose to drill down the alley, but ran along the road for a while. From the intersection on the west side of Will Five Star Street, turn right into Gorak Art Avenue, and then continue forward, but the way is blocked by the turbulent flow of people.

"what's the situation?"

　　 "There seems to be a circus performing over there."

　　Professor is taller and taller than Jenkins, so he can see the other side of the street through the crowded heads. Reluctantly, the two could only turn around and enter the spacious alley beside them, but Jenkins stopped after walking a few steps.

Chapter 855 Chapter 832 Sword and Ball

　　 The air in the alley seemed to froze in an instant, and Jenkins stared upwards.

　　 "Oops! It's him, he came directly!"

"Who?"

　　Professor is unknown.

　　 "Be careful above!"

　　 As Jenkins yelled, the professor stretched out his hand to support the barrier without even thinking about it. The old man had read more books in his life than most people known to Jenkins, and the golden light almost formed a solid substance.

　　 And as Jenkins also stretched out his hand and blended into the giant book, the completely materialized barrier wrapped the two men and one cat tightly.

　　Almost at the moment when the barrier was constructed, a black Ligong fell from the sky and hit the golden light in the alley. The energies of the two even made the ground vibrate. The end result was smoke and dust. The people near the alley thought that the steam bomb had exploded and fled in all directions.

　　 The circus in the distance is probably also implicated, and Jenkins hopes not to delay their business.

　　 In the background of the flustered shouts, Jenkins and Professor Burns stood back to back in the cracked alley. The professor's hand was still trembling because of the impact just now.

　　 "Is the owner of that sword here?"

　　 he asked nervously.

　　 "Yes, now he is above us, be careful!"

　　 Jenkins suspected that his identity had been exposed, otherwise there would be no reason to be approached by the enemy so quickly. He is facing the enemy head-on with that sword, and it should be no problem to escape, but victory might be a bit difficult...

"coming!"

　　 Jenkins reminded again that the professor immediately propped up the magic barrier as before. The second collision of black and golden light completely collapsed the house next to it. While the bricks tilted down, the package placed by Jenkins slid a little to the side due to the tremor of the ground.

"It's now!"

　　 Professor suddenly shouted.

　　 While holding up [Book's Blessing] for the second time, some black threads flew upward from the professor's fingers. These threads were not affected by energy and spirit at all, and followed the path cut by the black brilliance, connecting the two above and below.

　　 At this moment, the professor stepped on the ground with his feet on the ground, and the agitated muscles almost broke the formal suit. With his roar, one person with one sword swish~ was pulled down from the sky.

　　 The moment the weird sword fell, the ground immediately turned into a lifeless black. The yin wind blows from the entrance of the alley, and the living people feel the malice from death.

　　 Wilkawang rolled on the ground embarrassingly, his arm was completely entangled by the thread in the professor's hand.

　　 He struggled hard and found that the strength of the old guy on the opposite side was completely beyond his ability to contend. His face solemnly waved his left hand, and at the same time he rolled embarrassedly on the ground, avoiding the falling bricks of the collapsed house, and the skeleton sword inserted into the ground immediately flew towards him.

　　 "Don't think about it!"

　　 Jenkins rushed over like a cat, his hands burning with inextinguishable fire plunged into the whirlwind of soul entwined around the sword. The palm of his hand immediately felt tingling like a needle stick, and at the same time a huge force pushed him in the opposite direction.

　　 But Jenkins's pounce was not useless. When he backed up and flew out like a sandbag, the sword also deviated from the flight trajectory, and it was inserted into the wall on the side with a bang.

　　 "Come here!"

Professor 　　 yelled again, and Wilkawan was pulled to his side uncontrollably.

　　 "Go to hell~"

　　 There is no light and shadow effect on the old man's right fist, which is distributed with age spots, is rough, and is big enough to be a sandbag, but the moment he swings it, even Jenkins in the distance can feel a full sense of strength.

　　嘭~

　　 The sonic boom suddenly sounded, and in the dull sound, Wilkawan flew out at a speed almost indistinguishable by the naked eye. He crashed into the ruins of the collapsed house and pulled a long drag mark on the trash ground.

The bony armor on 　　 protected him, but the piece on his chest was completely sunken. When he stood up on the ground, the fragments of internal organs mixed with black blood spit out from his mouth, and fell on the ground together with the fragments of bone armor. He looked at Professor Burns with an unbelievable look, and a blood stain slipped from his forehead. He came down, and dropped to the ground along the towering bridge of the nose covered with blackheads:

　　 "Are you really human?"

　　 He waved his hand again, and the skull sword flew towards him again. Jenkins also rushed out as before, and met again in the air, one person and one sword. Not surprisingly, Jenkins was still unable to resist the soul storm composed of millions of souls.

　　 But Wilkawang summoned the sword, not to let it fly into his hands. Following Jenkins's failure to fly this time, the skeleton sword flew straight to the slender wooden box on the ground. The sharp blade penetrated the box, and the blade was inserted into the blade of the long sword in the box. The category B [extraordinary] purchased by the young writer borrowed money and turned into rusty scrap iron at a speed visible to the naked eye. The skeleton sword was trembling in the cold wind, as if to celebrate its strength again.

　　 "So it was for this!"

　　 Jenkins suddenly realized, "The principle of swallowing the same kind! He is to strengthen that sword!"

　　 He didn't dare to use [Grant of Knowledge] on Wilkawang, it was hard to say what would happen like this. So while leaping forward, he stretched out his fingers to point to his head, and two slender vines stretched out in the void.

　　嘭~

　　 Like a heavy-armored knight, Wilkawang, who was covered in white bone armor, punched the professor again, and then unsurprisingly fractured his right arm, and half of his body was smashed into the wall on the side.

　　 He barely got up, looked up and saw the two vines, his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible. At the same time, the sword pierced the sky and flew over without being controlled by anyone, and hit the vine frontally.

　　 The snake-like plants were not cut off, on the contrary, they became more interested in their prey. They hesitated in the air for less than a second, and then more dense green vines protruded from the air like tentacles, and even the space became unstable.

"what!"

　　Professor was so scared that he backed away quickly. Just now Jenkins was too far away and he didn't notice that it was Jenkins's ability.

　　 Those green plants are not interested in the strong old man, and flock to Wilkawang and his sword. The black light broke through the clouds at the next moment and enveloped the sword and the sword master. The moment before the space moved, it completely avoided the attacks of those tentacles-like plants.

　　 The black light faded in a flash, the vines disappeared from the target, and they also slowly withdrew from the material world. Jenkins and the professor looked at each other, feeling that everything just now was like a dream.

　　 "Two conclusions, that sword is indeed invincible, and that person is really weak."

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　 "So, your body is lying in the Church of the Sage?"

　　 Alexia played with a jade ring and stood in front of the French window on the second floor of the banquet hall. Outside is the vast night, indoors is a brightly lit dance party. Her face with light makeup is reflected on the glass of the window, the whole person is a little real, but a little illusory.

　　 "Yes, I did not leave after returning to the church with Professor Burns."

　　 Jenkins is standing next to him in a black dress, of course, in disguise. He pretended to hold the goblet, but Alexia knew it was grape juice without guessing.

　　 "It's terrible. It's so accurate to find items that can be absorbed by oneself. That sword is really terrible."

　　 The woman sighed.

　　 "So the only way to win is to kill Wilkawang with the human sword separated."

　　 "But it doesn't sound easy..."

　　 This is a large manor on the outskirts of Ruen. Miss Stuart is going to attend a ball that cannot be refused tonight. Jenkins came along after he had nothing to do, just to relax here, but only Alexia can accompany him, and the Three Queens are now entangled in annoying social activities.

　　 "How is your relationship with Miss Stuart recently? I think the right to visit the tower shouldn't be a problem anymore."

　　 "Yes, I mentioned it, and Dolores said she could apply for half-day access for me."

　　 Alexia turned around, snatched his glass from Jenkins and sipped it, then frowned and returned it to him:

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, this is not juice."

　　 "Yes, the waiter over there told me that it is winter, and fresh fruit will take an hour to get. This is wine mixed with water, but it tastes good."

　　 "I think [water to wine] is more appropriate."

　　 Can not eat normally in the projection state, although eating activities can be carried out, but the taste is only one-third of the normal level. Whether it is wine with water or water with wine, Jenkins tastes like white water, so he is so brave to try.

　　Jenkins didn't know anyone in the banquet hall, only Alexia could talk to him. After so long of hard work, his Hampawo language practice can be considered proficient. Miss Stuart believes that Jenkins is very talented in language.

　　 "The last prince was the one we caught during the winter hunt. How is it now?"