Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The exhaustion of days after days made him unaware that it was a dream.

　　 "This is a circus, have you forgotten it?"

　　 The old man dressed as a clown jumped out of the grass beside him. He was actually wearing the blue dress of Miss Stuart.

　　 "Circus?"

　　 Jenkins, who was frightened by the old man's skirt, woke up instantly, staring at the holy emblem on the side of the desk illuminated by the moonlight.

　　 "Oh, God, I forgot about the circus, there are a lot of high-level gifters there!"

　　 Although it is said that there are dreams during the day and night, for Jenkins, who has a very strong soul, dreams are very likely to be some kind of omen. He has been looking forward to the form in which the black cat in the dream will appear in his life, and the dream just now is obviously a dream of foreknowledge.

　　 "Is this an introduction to divination?"

　　 he thought with his eyes widened.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The chocolate beside the pillow made a dreamy sound. It's time to go to bed, and the kitten needs to sleep.

　　Ms. Audrey mentioned something about predicting dreams in the divination class, but in the past, Jenkins had never had a dream with such a clear sign.

　　 "Could it be that Wilkawang is now hiding in the circus?"

　　 Jenkins has already begun to plan the day.

　　 It was only two o'clock in the morning when he was awakened by the old man wearing a skirt in his dream, but after that, Jenkins couldn't sleep anymore. I'm not reminiscing about the funny look of the old man, but just thinking about the encounters with the circus.

　　 It is obviously unusual, Jenkins realized it when Berdyland first met. It's just the past things that made him too late to deal with the group of people in the circus, but now that there is an omen, there must be a problem in that place.

　　 He couldn't wait to look at the roof with wide eyes, and when his pocket watch showed that it was six o'clock, he got up and changed into his pajamas and broke into the corridor.

　　 The chocolate shrunk into the shape of a hair ball next to the pillow. It didn't intend to follow it. After all, it wouldn't be dangerous.

　　 The church at six o'clock is quiet, but it's not without people. Generally speaking, the morning prayer meeting is held at 6:30, and now the faculty who participated in the prayer have begun to prepare.

The children in the 　　 choir also got up very early, and Jenkins saw Fini as he walked through the courtyard. She was squatting next to the nursery in the garden, not knowing what she was doing. Jenkins walked in a hurry and did not say hello to the girl. He was in a hurry.

　　 came to the building where Miss Bevanna’s office is. I suddenly realized that I didn't even know where Miss Bevanna's home was. He stood by the white jade stairs and hesitated for a while. When he looked up, he saw Mr. Colinscher, the secret guardian, directing the apprentices, walking downstairs with a huge wooden box.

The surface of the wooden box was painted with the holy emblem of the sage, and the empty space was written in dark blue ink with famous sayings in religious books. Such a solemn seal made Jenkins suspect that the contents might be void and evil. Cub. The group of people also looked very nervous, as if what they were carrying was a steam bomb that was about to explode.

　　 "Hi~ Jenkins."

　　The secret guard waved to greet Jenkins, but his eyes were still on the wooden box:

　　 "Be careful. It's okay to go slow, but be careful!"

　　 "Mr. Colinscher, do you know where Miss Bevanna is now?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Today is Wednesday... She should be doing morning exercises behind Vientiane Gate. I heard that she has her favorite red bean paste pie for breakfast today. You can see him at restaurant 9 at 7 o'clock. Sorry, please let me know. ."

　　 "Oh, of course, thank you... what is this?"

　　 He still asked curiously, and the secret guard immediately answered. Although this thing is dangerous, it hasn't been important to keep Jenkins secret:

"The church discovered a new room in the ancient ruins near the dragon a few days ago. I didn't expect this thing to be there. People haven't found it for many ages. A-06-1-6269, [Good night, I Children]."

　　 "Oh, sage~"

　　 Jenkins sighed softly, and immediately took a step back, and then watched the group walk towards the corridor on the second floor.

　　 The appearance of this trick is a rusty rectangular iron box, which should be hollow in terms of weight. It has no lines on its surface, just "Goodnight, my child" inscribed in the language of ancient humans. Its characteristic is that as long as it stays in a certain range for more than 24 hours, or suffers a major impact, all ordinary people within 700 square miles (about 1812.99 square kilometers) with it as the center will fall into deep sleep.

　　 To put it another way, if A-06-1-6269 had an effect in the church at this moment, then the entire city, including part of the suburbs and the sea, would fall into deep sleep.

　　 There is no way of resisting this dangerous treacherous thing. Once triggered, unless it is moved again, the sleeper will definitely not be able to wake up. But it was active in the 13th era, after which the church lost its whereabouts. The old man also mentioned that someone had proposed to revoke its number, but he did not expect to be contained in an unmanned underground ruin.

Chapter 858 Chapter 841

　　 A-06-1-6269 [Good night, my child], the most difficult thing to contain is that even spatial objects (such as the Gate of Vientiane) cannot be isolated from their characteristics. Therefore, this clandestine object cannot be stored for a long time in the space behind the Gate of Vientiane, and can only be moved on time every day before being transported to the extremely remote unmanned waters for containment.

　　 Saying goodbye to the secret keepers, Jenkins finally remembered that he still has a cat. When I went out with chocolates, one person and one cat happened to be hungry. Now it's a good time to go to eat.

　　 The secret guard’s news was very accurate, and Miss Bevanna did indeed appear at the dining table. Seeing Jenkins sitting down with a worried look, she put down the spoon in her hand and said:

　　 "There is no room for discussion on this matter, the old man has already said that unless you plan to leave the city, otherwise we will not allow you to leave the church during this period. This is too dangerous."

　　 This is a sequelae of that incident yesterday afternoon. The church believes that allowing Jenkins to wander around the city is irresponsible to everyone, so it strongly asks him to stay here.

　　 Jenkins thinks this is no different from house arrest. Although no one will stop him if he leaves, he doesn't want to defy his father's orders.

　　 "I know, but..."

　　 "No, there is no discussion. I know you have an appointment to discuss matters this morning. We have already sent a letter to him. He will come here to visit you around nine o'clock."

　　 "I know, but..."

"You won't be bored. In order to reward you for handing in B-04-3-7292 [Soul Box], the church decided to open the fourth floor of the secret trail library to you in advance. You will have a very fulfilling life during this time. "

　　 "I know, but..."

　　 This time it was not Miss Bevanna who interrupted, but Jenkins took the initiative to pause. He looked at the woman suspiciously, waiting for her to say a word, but the woman's words had already been said.

　　 "Well, it's my turn to speak. That's it, I had a weird dream last night."

　　 As Jenkins discovered that the church would trust most of his nonsense, it became more and more convenient for him to fabricate lies.

　　 mixed part of what he had learned with the dream, and supplemented it with "Miss Audrey's Astronomy Class" as the reason, and a brand new "predictive dream" was concocted. Of course, the end must be used:

　　【I feel an unknown fear, there seems to be a giant in the void looking directly at me. Panic and emptiness for no reason came to my heart, and I felt as if I had fallen into the abyss... and then I was awakened by the chocolate paws. 】

　　 This is a very useful sentence. It can not only highlight the unusualness of the dream, but also tell others that the dream is terrible. Apart from offending the chocolate, it has no shortcomings.

　　 "Circus...I see."

　　 Ms. Bevana nodded, her expression a little serious: "This does sound like a foreknowledge. According to your description, the problem is probably a bit serious..."

　　 She got up and left without taking a few bites, but she still warned Jenkins not to leave the church without permission.

　　 touched the chocolate, lowered his head and continued to eat. A few minutes later, I heard someone sitting next to him, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be the old man.

　　 "Don't leave the church, I know."

　　 While he nodded, he repeated what Miss Audrey had just said, and at the same time, he used a spoon to get the meat slices out of the bowl.

　　 "No, I'm not talking about this...what are you laughing at?"

　　 Jenkins saw his father's face, and inexplicably thought of the dream last night and the way his father was wearing a skirt. But this matter must not be let Dad know, otherwise Dad will say "you become a mouse" once a day.

　　 "Is there anything wrong with my dress today?"

　　 The old man lowered his head suspiciously to check his clothes.

　　 "No, no, I just remembered the way chocolate yawned when I was in the bathroom this morning. That's cute... you continue."

"Ok."

　　 Dad nodded, he was still wondering why Jenkins just laughed:

"I remember that you have been paying attention to the woman who awakened the ancient bloodline. Now the investigation has made new progress. The potion that prompted her to awaken the bloodline is the same as the information you found during your trip. Those information are not the villa. Written by his doctor, but he got it in the Shire."

　　 "In other words, the dangerous person who left the information in the Shire has really come to Nolan City?"

"Yes it is."

　　 The old man nodded, his eyes dropped, watching Jenkins's spoon stopped in the air by him. Chocolate has crept over, and the cat's meal is finished.

"So we need someone to go to the Shire and hand over the investigation report to the local church. This matter will be handed over to you. I will leave tomorrow. I have already bought the ticket. In the evening or tomorrow morning, someone will put the information and the ticket together. here you are."

"Ok?"

　　 "Aren't you planning to visit old Jack in the near future?"

　　 "Yes, but, is this a bit too anxious?"

　　 Jenkins did plan to go to the Shire’s cemetery to take another look, but he didn’t want to be so anxious.

　　 "Are you in a hurry? This is normal. You have nothing serious to do in Nolan."

　　 Dad shook his head, and Jenkins felt the spoon in his hand tremble regularly. As soon as he lowered his head, the chocolate was already licking the liquid in the spoon.

　　 When Mr. Bro showed up in the church, the "surprise cake" that the Jenkinsons went out to buy chocolates had just delivered. He hid the cake without telling the cat, planning to take it out after the bookseller left.

　　 "I have always liked the decoration style of the Church of the Sage. Look, this is made of holy silver? It's really beautiful."

　　 The fat businessman was full of red, he wore a brown business suit today, which is a professional dress, representing the identity of a businessman. It can be seen that the stitches of the cuffs are very dense, so this dress is probably made by [Steam Sewing Machine].

　　 This is a fresh product that was invented only last year. Just use a special copper-colored metal clip to align the part of the clothing to be sewn with the fine needle, and then turn on the steam engine knob, then the machine can automatically start working.

　　 But there is no market for this kind of thing now. Due to its high failure rate and defective product rate, the cost of producing clothes is much higher than hiring skilled and cheap female workers.

　　 But for visitors from a foreign land, the "transformation of the steam engine" almost means the beginning of an era, and Jenkins is really surprised by this invention. He looks forward to the progress of this era, and is eager to see more familiar and unfamiliar products.

Chapter 859 Chapter 842

　　Mr. Bro’s visit this time is for the sales of Frozen in the first month. Although Jenkins knew that this was impossible to fail, he was still taken aback by the profit sharing.

　　 He originally thought that he could live a prosperous and leisurely life by relying on investing in mines, but now he knows that he is actually richer than he thought.

　　 Including the profit from the first book, the first month’s sales share, after tax deduction, amounts to 3093 pounds. Of course Mr. Brow would not give the zero bill to Jenkins, so he took it out after rounding it up. Although Jenkins only recently bought a piece of wood for 8,000 pounds, in fact, the purchasing power of gold pounds is very powerful.

　　 These 3,100 pounds are a huge sum of money for anyone, especially since they are all cash, not in the form of fixed assets.

　　 His books are so popular that in addition to their own quality and the accumulated reputation of "Stories of Strangers", the "Fabry scam" has also played a huge role.

　　 The benefits that Jenkins has gained in this matter are not only the notice of the promotion from Berdylan that he received this morning, but more importantly, he has truly become a "celebrity" of this era.

"People are eager to know you, Mr. William, and your book is really great. From Nolan on the west coast of the Great Road to the islands of the Far East, from kids who have just learned the alphabet to dazzled old gentlemen, from young girls to No one in the deep palace has heard of your name..."

　　 Regardless of whether it was true emotion or not, the bookseller praised the book from the inside out, which made the writer a little bit proud. He certainly knows that this is part of hypocritical society, but it feels great.

　　 At the same time, Mr. Bro is also hinting that Jenkins will start the third book as soon as possible, but Jenkins has no plans yet:

　　 "I plan to rest for a while."

　　 He said so, and then made a look of fatigue, the motion of touching the cat on his hand did not stop:

　　 "Look, I finished two books in half a year, and even the most industrious novelist now cannot have such a speed."

　　 "But to your readers, the past six months seems to be a whole year."

　　 Mr. Bro is still persuading.

　　 "No, no, I'm really tired."

　　 Jenkins still refused, but seeing the face of the bookseller just given a large sum of gold, he still left some leeway:

　　 "Look, I have all used up my inspiration."

"But I heard that you wrote a new script for the Silver Jasmine Opera Company before the end of the year. The next book can write detective stories, and readers will like it. For example, the adventures of middle-aged detectives and girl assistants, Or serious gentlemen fighting evil together in Sin City, or crazy detectives and cohabiting roommates... it's all good."

　　 Judging from the current situation, as long as Jenkins still bears the title of "Youngest Wright Award Winner", he will be watched by whatever he writes. Mr. Bro doesn't actually care about what Jenkins wrote. Even if Jenkins silently writes the religious classics in the library, he will help to print it. What he cares about is the partnership with Jenkins, which is the point.

　　 "But I'm tired of writing detective stories."

　　 "How about the Cat Guide? I know that there are many young girls among your readers, and they will like cats."

　　Chocolate raised his head keenly, and didn't know if he understood the "Cat Guide" or "Many Girls".

　　 "No, no, I don't really know how to keep cats."

　　 If you keep pets in the way that Jenkins keeps chocolate, then the pet merchants will definitely make a fortune.

　　 "How about court novels? Or knight novels are also very good."

　　 "No, I think "The Detective Knight Biography" is already very good. I don't have the confidence to write better than that."

　　 Jenkins touched his nose, he did have the intention to start the "creation" of the third book, but now he has no inspiration. It is too difficult to not only be close to the living habits of this era, but also to suit the tastes of the general public.

　　 "Maybe you can consider changing directions. Now that you have won the Ritter Prize, it is better to write some serious literature. The academic professors are paying attention to such creations.

　　 "Serious literature?"

　　 Jenkins only thought for three seconds before he knew that he didn’t have the ability. He patted the chocolate to make it restful and not sniff, and then asked:

　　 "I still consider detective novels. The story written for the opera company is really interesting... What do you think is the name Sherlock Holmes?"