Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "I mean, I saw your face in his photos... Sorry, he passed away last fall."

　　 Talking about the deceased, the woman finally put away the rushing expression. She didn't let Jenkins leave immediately, but took the chain off and opened the door.

"Old Oakland has no relatives, and I have not lost his relics. If you are the'Nolan's relatives' he mentioned at the end of the previous year, then just take that box of things away. Anyway, it's worthless... ."

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　　 The title of the book "As an NPC, I Just Want to Continue the Family", Author: Bo Hui

　　 An ordinary hunter npc descends into a world where monsters and monsters are rampant. While guaranteeing the continuation of the family, they abide by the family's promise to guard the world, fight with the players all the way, fight against evil gods and monsters, and write an anthem of courage and legend with the body of a mortal.

　　 involves elements: Cthulhu elements, dnd elements, Victorian style, the world under steampunk

Chapter 867 Chapter 850 Revisiting the Cemetery

　　Although the landlord’s attitude is extremely poor, she did tidy up and stack Oakland Williams’ things, and even had a list of goods for verification.

　　 All properties in Auckland were donated to the [Church of All Things and Nature] at the time of death. Only part of the personal belongings remained here, and they were kept in the basement by the landlord.

　　 This includes a dilapidated photo album with the names and relationships of the people in the photos written on the back of each photo. According to the landlord’s wife, the memory of Old Oakland is getting worse as the age increases. Living alone, he had to use this method to ensure that he still remembered his relatives and friends in distant memories.

　　 "Look, this is the person I'm talking about who looks a lot like you."

　　 The landlord reached out to the front black and white photo. Time has erased most of the original content of the photo. In the photo, the faces of three middle-aged men with their arms around their shoulders are unexpectedly clear. The looks of the three are very similar and very similar to Jenkins.

"this is......"

　　 He turned to the back of the photo and looked at the notes:

　　 "This is my grandfather and his brother... Father looks like them..."

　　 He didn't expect to see the relatives of the original master's grandfather again in this situation. When staring at the photo, the three men in the photo seemed to be also looking at him. The longer the time, the stronger the creepy feeling, but Jenkins didn't understand why he felt this way at the moment.

　　 In addition to photo albums, the relics also contain a lot of messy things, but they are all packed in a box and it’s easy to carry around.

　　 When preparing to say goodbye, the landlord seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He asked Jenkins to wait a moment, turned and went back upstairs, took a necklace made of broken copper blocks and handed it to him.

　　 "Old Oakland was thinking about this before he died, I almost forgot."

"what is this?"

　　 has no aura, even a little rusty, but the heavy feeling rich in history and stories can't be concealed. This is a texture that only old things can have, and Jenkins, an antique shop apprentice, knows it well.

"He took it with him when he moved here. I heard it was handed down by the elders, a token of the Williams family. Before he died, Old Oakland pleaded with me to send this item to Nolan, but he didn't tell me the address and Recipient....... I don’t think I’m a soft-hearted person, but every time I recall that scene, I can’t help crying. After all, he has lived here for 13 years... "

　　 Jenkins looked at the pendant silently, and suddenly thought of the old man who passed away, the complicated and helpless story of his life.

　　 First returned Oakland Williams' relic to Old Jack's herbal shop, and then greeted the old man who was discussing business, and set off again to the cemetery in the suburbs.

　　 This time, I went as normal as Jenkins Williams, an ordinary person, and paid respect to the old man who was not related by blood, but was indeed William.

　　 also got off at yesterday's position, and once again came to the somewhat gloomy cemetery. The morning sun was just right, and the light shone on the ground through the trees on both sides of the cemetery, leaving speckled marks. The holly trees planted here are perennial all year round, but it seems to be a subspecies. The trees planted in Jenkins's yard are not as luxuriant as here.

　　 Let the chocolate squat on his shoulders, Jenkins gave the fare to the coachman, and then walked in with a big bouquet.

　　 He got this from Old Jack. Many herbs or potions require fresh flowers and leaves as materials, so Old Jack’s warehouse with a constant temperature ritual circle is full of fresh flowers.

　　 He didn't know what kind of flowers the local custom brought. He could only pick some white and beautiful ones, and he was not interested in chocolate. Otherwise, there might be cats' teeth marks on the petals on the way.

　　 After entering the cemetery, I did not see the old tomb guard. As a visitor to the "first time", Jenkins naturally couldn't find the corresponding tombstone at once.

He walked along the snow-cleared gravel road to the hut, took a closer look at the brass-colored steam pipe and black gas pipe that protruded from the ground and got into the house. After worrying about the fire safety of the wooden house, he stretched it out. He knocked on the door lightly.

　　 Soon, the tomb guard opened the door lazily, still holding a wet spoon in his hand.

"Hello there......"

　　 Jenkins pretended to look at his clothes. In fact, he had seen this outfit a long time ago.

　　 "I'm looking for someone."

　　 "There is only one living person here."

　　 "No...I mean, I'm looking for the dead...Well, I'm here to visit a distant relative who has passed away. His name is Oakland Williams."

　　 This is really a new thing for the tombkeeper. Most of the people buried here are poor people who died in foreign land or have no relatives. People came to visit for two consecutive days. It is not common for him to serve as a tombkeeper.

　　The old tomb guard often cleans up the park, so he naturally remembers where Williams' cemetery is. Turned around, took the key and the shovel, and took Jenkins to the depths of the cemetery. Ten minutes later, he found the tomb of Old Oakland.

　　 "I still remember the day his coffin came, only a woman and two men came to see him off, like his landlord and neighbors."

　　 The old man whispered, and then began to trim the dirt and snow next to the tombstone with a shovel.

　　 Jenkins put the cat aside, bent down and put down the flower in his hand, looking at the tombstone in front of him for a long time without speaking.

　　 "Is this your grandfather?"

　　 the tomb guard asked as he worked.

　　 "No, it's a relative far away. Our family has not been in contact with him for many years. This time I came to the Shire on a business trip, and my father asked me to take a look. I didn't expect..."

　　 He sighed, and the tomb guard couldn't say much when he saw this, so he lowered his head and continued to shovel snow.

　　 In fact, it doesn’t make much sense to come here. Old Oakland is dead, and it’s useless to send flowers. As for Oakland's adoptive father, the real Williams, he couldn't even find his grave. It seems that before the birth of the three Jenkins brothers, he had passed away. At that time, he happened to catch up with Robert leaving his hometown and fleeing to Nolan, so he gradually disconnected from here.

　　 Thinking about these things in her heart can’t help but feel a little sad, then glanced at the surrounding environment, Jenkins asked:

　　 "If you want to move the coffin to another place, do you need to go through any procedures? It is really pitiful to let him lie here alone. I want to move the coffin to Nolan."

"You need to have the relationship certificate from the city hall, the permission to move the tomb of the [Death and End Church], hire professional gravediggers to the church, and prepare a large sum of gold. The last thing is the most important thing, I miss you Understand what I mean."

　　 the grave guard blinked his eyes to remind.

"Yes, I understand."

　　 Jenkins nodded, squatted down again, and rubbed the tombstone engraved with the years of birth and death with his palm.

　　 has a small line of text at the bottom:

　　 [Here is buried Oakland Williams, a generous and friendly neighbor. 】

　　 "I think it may be troublesome to prove the documents, after all, I haven't contacted for many years..."

　　 Having said that, he finally remembered that he is a nobleman, and he has privileges in this era:

　　 "I seem to be a baron...I will be a viscount in half a month. Documents and the like shouldn't be a problem."

　　 "It seems?"

　　The tomb guard looked at Jenkins's face:

　　 "That's really young."

　　 Nolan is now in a crisis of the dead, of course Jenkins can't move the tomb over now. This matter has to be discussed with Robert, and Robert would not disagree with this idea even if he wants to come.

　　 Jenkins sighed, prepared to leave, slanted his eyes and looked at the equally clean cemetery not far away.

　　 "Have anyone visited there recently? I noticed that there is no snow in that area."

　　 This kind of question is normal, at least Jenkins's tone is normal, so the old grave guard is not suspicious. He looked around, and then easily remembered the name of the owner of the tomb:

　　 "Oh, there is the graveyard of poor Prier Jones. She died of a bad cold."

　　 said, shook his head gently:

"This is really a poor person. Someone came to see her yesterday afternoon. But the visitor doesn't carry flowers like you. The gentleman came empty-handed and left without saying anything... .But I don’t want to lie. I have to admit that his Maine Coon cat is very beautiful, even more beautiful than yours."

　　 Chocolate immediately wanted to be angry, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he was also himself, so he stopped being angry. Instead, he looked triumphant. Jenkins didn't know what he was proud of.

　　 "It’s better for someone to come and see than to lie there."

　　 The two continued to chat as they walked back, perhaps because there were few strangers here, and the old grave guard was willing to talk to Jenkins.

　　 "But that poor man, wouldn't there be only three people to see her off, right?"

　　 "Yes, there are also three people here, three women in black robes. Those three women are really weird, but they speak very nicely."

　　 The old man nodded and said, and then added:

　　 "I heard that those people are from the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, do you know this opera company?"

　　 "Of course, they have performed in Nolan City all winter, I think the Nolan people know this name..."

　　 Jenkins's heart sank, the situation just now was a bit wrong. According to what he had heard, only the local coffin carrier was the only one who came to see off the dead female makeup artist.

　　 At that time, the opera troupe was anxious to leave the local area. The head of the opera group who died in the winter of last year had to pay a lot of money to hire someone to bury Miss Jones here. And the tomb-keeper who guards the cemetery will certainly not describe the coffin bearer as an "eccentric woman."

　　 And according to Jenkins' knowledge, the coffin carrier has no women at all. The custom of the human society in the mainland of this era believes that letting women carry the hall will bring bad luck to the relatives and friends of the deceased.

　　 "I took the liberty to ask, just curious. What is the belief of that Miss Jones?"

　　 This is already a prying into the privacy of the deceased. The gravekeeper, who was still good at talking, shook his head and stopped talking. Jenkins also knew that he had said too much, so he patted the cat on his shoulder, bid farewell to the grave guard and left the park.

　　 This visit is a bit rewarding, at least Jenkins knows that Prier Jones’ burial process was extraordinary. Now he is really curious about what is in the coffin, but on the one hand, the weak moral concept restricts him, and he does not want to go to other people’s tombs easily; on the other hand, he firmly believes that there must be terrible institutions and rituals after digging the soil. Waiting for him.

　　 After returning to the city, he projected back to Nolan and took a peek at the current situation in the city. As the news of the coming plague intensified, I could feel that the whole city was panicking.

　　 People first think of "Silver Vertigo" last year, and then think of the major epidemic in the past decade. But no one dared to talk about the great plague thirty years ago in public. Everyone was worried and avoided that.

　　 The location of the circus is still blocked, and the evergreen forest and most of the local cemeteries are inaccessible. Jenkins had nowhere to go in Nolan for a while, and could only go to the abandoned cemetery he owned again.

　　 In fact, think about it, the cemetery of the Augustus family can restrain the recovery of the undead because of the power that dominates the [Ancient Reaper]. If you can start a decisive battle with the Skeleton Sword there, you can at least effectively suppress the interference of the undead army.

　　 But Jenkins didn't want to disturb Mr. Augustus who helped him a lot, and he couldn't explain to the church the origin of the special ability in that area.

　　 Even though they use the excuses like "I dream of..." "I have a hunch...", the church will not doubt it. But such an excuse cannot always be used, and Jenkins also relies on it to wash out his relationship with the believer of the "God of Lies".

　　 The abandoned cemetery is located in the outer suburbs of Nolan, so it is not affected by the fog of the city. It was the same there, except for more animal footprints and feces, there seemed to be no other traces.

　　 Jenkins has given no hope of finding C-12-1-3011 [Nun Shroud]. The lessons of the past told him that every attempt to find it would cause trouble, but this time it seemed a little different.

　　 First tried with [Unknown Road Ahead], nothing happened. Then he held the chocolate again and let it sniff around. But the chocolate was very uncooperative, and struggled in Jenkins' hands. This attempt could only be given up.

　　 "Then try divination..."

　　 Even he himself knew how unreliable this proposal was.

　　 took out the amethyst pendant that Miss Bronnance gave to join the school, and put it on his forehead, waited three seconds, and closed his eyes in the center of the cemetery.

After losing sight, the other senses became more sensitive. The ears heard the roaring wind and rustling tree branches, and the nose smelled the spice added to the bath water when the chocolate was forced to take a bath last night. There was still lunch in the mouth. The aftertaste.

　　 The sixth sense outside of the five senses is recognized in occultism, which is what Jenkins usually calls "perception". This detached feeling can not only discover information beyond the five senses, but sometimes even travel through time and space to perceive even more remote things.

　　 But it is very dangerous to do so. Human beings never know what kind of weirdness exists outside the "island" of the material world.

　　Of course, it is difficult for people to distinguish the difference between the sixth sense and the illusion. For example, Jenkins sometimes looks at the chocolate in the shadow and occasionally produces an inexplicable sense of fear. This is one of the serious illusions of the sixth sense.

　　 closed his eyes at this time, and the young writer tried to capture the feeling of "a flash of light". But he may really not have any talent for divination, no matter how he perceives it, he hasn't produced that peculiar feeling.

　　The cat standing at Jenkins's feet is getting a little impatient. He always hates waiting. Of course the cat knew where the "rag" Jenkins was looking for.

　　 Although it is indeed well hidden, the chocolate nose can easily smell the smell of corpse.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It wanted to do something to guide Jenkins, but Jenkins moved at this time.

　　 He opened his eyes and walked a few steps quickly until he came to the position directly opposite the entrance of the cemetery crypt, which was the back wall of the cemetery hut where most of it collapsed.

　　 With a flick of his hand, the flame melted all the snow on the ground. Looking at the dry land, Jenkins fell into deep thought.

"Do not."

　　 He suddenly hugged his head and shouted, "It's not here! It's an illusion!"

　　 "Meow~"

　　 is indeed not there, but Jenkins is actually only a short distance away to succeed.

When 　　 returned to the Shire, the sky was already dark. When Jenkins returned to Old Jack's herbal shop with the cat, it was just in time for dinner.

　　 He told about his approximate experience of visiting Oakland Williams today. Old Jack also had great sympathy for the poor man who died in a foreign land.

"If you want to move the coffin to Nolan for burial, you don't have to do it yourself. Talk to Bishop Palode in Nolan. He will do everything for you... But you still need to choose The new tomb site is very important."

　　 "It doesn't matter, my grandfather and grandmother will also move the tombs, and my father will choose the address."

　　 Listening to Jenkins saying this, old Jack nodded and stopped talking. But Jenkins still has something to say, but it took him an afternoon to organize his words.

　　 "I noticed a strange thing when I went to the cemetery in the morning. Yes, it was strange... Not far from the grave of my distant relative..."

　　 "Go to the church to apply for an investigation permit for the cemetery. Since the church is under the care of the [Death and End Church], it may take time to apply."