Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The girl looked very depressed, holding her shoes lower than her laptop and looking down at her.

"No, no, I just think you are too tired now, you can have a good rest in the evening... Of course you can come, I welcome you to come, Fini. Of course, if you have any questions you don’t understand, you can come anytime. Find me, even if you can't find me, you can write to the old antique shop. I usually have a lot of time..."

　　 Fei Ni asked about her friend, the flower girl Louise, before she left. Fini didn't know that the alley where Louise's house was was completely sealed, let alone the plague.

　　 After hesitating, Jenkins didn't tell Fini the truth, only that Louise's situation was fine.

　　 He plans to see Louise again in a few days to make sure she does not show symptoms of the plague before telling Fini the truth.

　　 After the evening class, it was Miss Bevana’s fighting class. Because of Jenkins’s “exceptional” kick when facing a female body yesterday, she decided to increase Jenkins’ combat training in the near future.

　　 This is a very difficult process, because Jenkins basically can't find a chance to fight back. Of course, he also believes that he has made progress, which at least proves that time is not wasted.

　　 Before leaving the church, Miss Bevanna also asked Jenkins not to forget about the plague. In the morning, he claimed that he had indeed found an effective treatment for the plague, but he could not sort it out temporarily because of the messy information.

　　 "No problem, I will send the sorted information over tomorrow morning."

　　 he promised, and then walked into the night with his cat in his arms.

　　Ms. Bevana stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the church and watched Jenkins leave. Her drooping right index finger subconsciously tapped her leg, not knowing what she was thinking.

　　 arrived at the alley one hour earlier than the time agreed with Miss Magic, but she didn't expect the woman to have arrived.

Chapter 1097 The First Thousand and Seventy-Nine The Meeting at Night

　　 The Miss Magic in the dark is standing in the shadow of the alley, leaning against the wall with her hands on her chest. This is a very good location, with a wide field of vision to be able to see the street outside, and because the street lamp is at the entrance of the alley, it is difficult for the eyes to adapt to the bright light to tell what is in the shadow at the first time.

　　 "Good evening, Miss Magic."

　　 Jenkins took the initiative to say hello.

The woman glanced at the white cat on his shoulder and responded: "Good evening Mr. Candle. To be honest, I am surprised that you will come to me for those tattoos? Sorry, my research has revealed something Question, I can indeed rely on the part of the tattoo you provided to find the rest, but the number of other tattoos seems to be close to three digits. I think I must be mistaken."

　　 The corner of Jenkins's mouth licked, he almost forgot about it.

　　 "Something went wrong with [Alien Frenzy]. You did a good job, Miss Magic. It's not that you were wrong, but the information I provided had something wrong."

　　 He retelled the news that he had gotten more than one tattoo from the old elf, and said the two of them went deep into the alley. The next conversation was not suitable for standing on the street.

　　 "Has more than one ceremony? What do those lunatics want to do?"

　　Miss Magic said in surprise, but Jenkins didn't know the answer, but roughly knew that the cultists wanted to do something bad with the [Alien Frenzy], the umbilical cord of the **** son, and the living sacrifice ceremony.

　　 He couldn't take the initiative to disclose the matter of the **** son's umbilical cord, so he could only vaguely say a general guess. It's a pity that Miss Magic couldn't draw conclusions from this information, but speculated that they wanted to use this to summon something terrifying.

　　 "An angel of the Cthulhu? It coincides with the news of Alexia, this is very likely."

　　 Jenkins guessed in his heart, and vaguely revealed the angel's affairs.

　　Miss Magic glanced suspiciously at the man in front of her:

　　 "You know all the things, you just called me out to make a joke?"

　　 "Of course not. If I knew the conspiracy of those cultists, how could I stand here safely?"

　　 Jenkins denies it, but still reveals more thoughts, wanting to consult Miss Magic's point of view, but unfortunately she doesn't understand the coming of God's messenger tomorrow.

　　 "After all, it has something to do with the power of the greats. You should not ask me about the ceremony of the arrival of angels, but the gifters of the Orthodox Church."

　　 She reminded Jenkins this way, but Jenkins knew very well that at least the level 4 bestower had a very high authority and had a part-time job, and he didn’t know the details of the angel's arrival.

　　【Alien Frenzy】There are so many tattoos. To solve this problem, it is no longer possible to achieve this with the power of Jenkins alone. So he euphemistically told Miss Magic that he wanted to revoke the commission to study that piece of tattoo, and wanted to spend some golden pounds, and hired Miss Magic to track the remaining tattoo methods and disclose it to the Orthodox Church.

　　 "How much are you going to spend to hire me?"

　　 the woman asked.

　　 "20 pounds."

　　 Jenkins said this number cautiously. He didn't know whether this matter was easy for Miss Magic, so he conservatively offered a higher price.

　　 "If you hire brokers connected to the Orthodox Church on the black market to do this, you will not only need to spend money, you can also make a fortune."

　　 Miss Magic thought without moving expression, and then decisively agreed to Jenkins' new commission.

　　Because the previous order was terminated, the Pompeii's ability beads that were deposited with Miss Magic should also be returned to Jenkins. It was a special item obtained from Mr. Hood's magical label paper, but the sticky paper did not tell Jenkins what power the round bead represented.

　　 "I only studied the ability related to death. To be honest, Mr. Candle, the formation of that ball is not reproducible. My research completely failed."

　　When talking about that thing, Miss Magic was a little frustrated. In the impression, this seemed to be the first time she announced that she had done something completely failed.

　　 The round beads were not carried by Miss Magic, so she invited Jenkins to her temporary research room to get them. Jenkins took a curious look at Miss Magic's expression and agreed. This is probably a way for her to express trust in Mr. Hood.

　　Miss Magic’s research room is not in the city, so the two must go out of the city together. Because they didn't wear weird clothes such as cloaks, they could walk on the street with confidence.

　　 On the way, the two people talked about the angel again, and Miss Magic showed great curiosity about the ceremony of summoning the angel to descend.

　　 "Speaking of which, in your letter to me, it seems that you have found a clue to the Pirate King."

　　 Halfway through the road, I somehow talked about Fermischau again, and then Miss Magic remembered the real reason for the night meeting.

　　 "Oh, yes, yes, the main purpose of tonight is not [alien frenzy]."

　　 Jenkins raised his hand and patted his forehead. The cat saw his movements in confusion, so he twisted his body and used his tail to draw his face.

　　 "Don't make trouble."

　　 The man caught the chocolate's tail at once, and the cat immediately made a threatening meow, and kept moving on Jenkins's shoulder, almost falling off his shoulder.

"I did get a clue to the Pirate King. Do you remember the last time we went to raid the pirate stronghold? That time there was a mysterious gifter who was not in the room. I only found out today that the gifter who was not in the room was Pirate King-Thief Divo!"

　　 "But what I heard is that the thieves are participating in the battle with the Nolan Navy in the Broken Isles."

　　 Miss Magic frowned and said, seeing the shaking lights appearing at the intersection ahead, she immediately changed her words:

　　 "...The campaign, the newspaper said so, I really hope that the brave navy soldiers can completely defeat the robbers."

　　 "Yes, yes, the navy will definitely win."

　　 Jenkins also said the same, and the two passed by the police officer who had turned from the intersection ahead. The two patrol officers who were walking with each other were carrying new-style portable gas lamps. Outside the lampshade, there was an external gas tank to output fuel.

　　 This is a technology that has only appeared in the past two years. People must prevent people who use this gas lamp from being blown up by gas tanks.

　　 "Therefore, it is uncertain how many pirate kings appeared in the open sea. Perhaps it is not only Fermisch and Divo that sneaked into Nolan."

　　 Until it was confirmed that the patrolmen were far away, Miss Magic continued:

　　 "Divo must be for [Heart of the Sea], the pirate kings all need this item. That's right, so he will enter Nolan when the naval battle begins. Now is indeed the best opportunity!"

Chapter 1098 Chapter One Thousand and Eighty Visitors at Night

　　 Speaking of [Heart of the Sea], Miss Magic's eyes seemed to light up, and she concluded by herself:

　　 "It doesn't matter if I can't find Fermischau now, as long as I find someone who can find him. Mr. Candle, you did me a great favor!"

　　 She said excitedly, as if the pirate king who was good at hiding was right in front of her.

　　 In order to prevent attention, the Miss Magic research room is located in the open mountains in the south of Nolan. She did not know what means she used to dig out a square space in the slightly raised hills. When experimenting with dangerous rituals and objects, Miss Magic will be here.

　　 entered from behind the fake tree crocheted by the phantom, followed by the passage diagonally below, walking along the simple stone steps for less than a hundred feet, and then saw a slight light.

After 　　 approached, it was a big iron gate blocking the road ahead, and in front of the iron gate stood a woman in a black cloak.

　　 "Miss Bailing?"

　　 This sentence was not uttered by Jenkins who could see the aura, but by Miss Magic. Hathaway had already heard footsteps and conversations, so it was not surprising that the two appeared:

　　 "Miss Magic, I have something to do with you."

　　 "How do you know I will be here tonight?"

　　 Miss Magic asked in doubt.

　　 "Just try your luck. The communication channel you gave me is temporarily unavailable because of the plague. I want to contact you, so I can only wait for you here. This is..."

　　 She saw the white cat on the man’s shoulder:

　　 "Mr. Candle? Good evening."

"good evening."

　　 Jenkins said the same, and then looked suspiciously at Miss Magic:

　　 "You have exposed your face to Miss Bailing now."

　　 "Oh, Mr. Candle, I have known Miss Magic for longer than you think."

　　 Hathaway said this, turning her side so that Miss Magic could come over and open the rusty iron door.

　　 To be honest, it wouldn’t be surprising that Jenkins is a ghastly tomb behind the iron gate. But behind the rusty iron door, there is actually the same space as a laboratory decorated with expensive ceramic tiles.

　　 Jenkins was really taken aback, and kept looking around with the same "unseen" cat. He saw the blood-red bead representing Pompeii's power at a glance. It was quietly suspended in a glass cylinder, and the base of the cylinder was a whole piece of obsidian.

"I found that the spirit of this bead is losing, but the rate of loss is very low. This device can reduce the already very low rate by an order of magnitude. I suggest you use it or sell it within a year, otherwise it is inside. The ability of the representative will definitely be compromised."

　　 Seeing Jenkins looking at the weird device probingly, Miss Magic explained. She walked over and stretched out her palm to aim at the front of the glass tube, the aura flashed, and the glass tube melted automatically. She let the table open and motioned to Jenkins to take it herself.

　　 "If I find the guy who ran away, I will contact you immediately. But I'm afraid it won't be fast, after all, I have a lot of things lately."

　　 The woman said, as if she was going to drive Jenkins away. Although Jenkins was very curious about what Hathaway was doing so late, but he couldn't find a reason to stay here, so he had to bid farewell and leave.

　　 Draw a bamboo tube easily, put the beads in and hide them in their pockets to prevent them from being eaten by chocolate. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Jenkins walked in his direction after entering the city.

　　 The weather tonight is fine but the dense fog is filled, Jenkins even feels that the dense fog circle around the city extends a little further into the interior.

　　 He is not sure whether this is an illusion, but at least he knows that the pollution in this city is getting heavier and heavier.

　　 St. George Street in the middle of the night is quiet and peaceful. At a glance, only the street lights are still on, and the lights in the neighbors’ homes are all off. But Jenkins could see his neighbor, Miss Silver Flute, in the basement, and he didn't know if it was a ceremony that could only be held late at night.

　　Unexpectedly, someone was standing at the fence of Jenkins' yard. I saw the familiar aura from afar, and when I approached, it turned out to be Bruce Siamold, the old elf.

　　 When he left the old elf’s new residence last time, Jenkins revealed his true appearance to him, and also stated his address. I just didn't expect the elf to come to the door so soon, the last time I met was just the day before yesterday.

　　 "Good evening, Mr. Siam Nord."

　　 Jenkins greeted politely, startled the old elf who was bending over to look at the flowers protruding from the gap in the fence.

　　 Although spring has just begun, the flowers and trees in Jenkins' yard have grown to the appearance of midsummer at an exaggerated rate. This is absolutely abnormal, but Jenkins did not associate this phenomenon with his [Life Origin], only thinking that the essence of God is affecting the environment. After all, the flowers around God's residence are blooming like spring all year round, which is very acceptable.

　　 "Good evening Jenkins, sorry to interrupt, I have something to say."

　　 He used Jenkins' first name instead of last name to address the young writer, but the relationship between the two seems not so good yet.

　　 "Please come in, you must have been waiting for a long time? Sorry, I have a lot of things tonight."

　　 said, he took out the key and opened the fence door to let the old elf in. He obviously hesitated at the door before raising his leg to enter.

　　 The complexion that hadn't seen the elf for two days has recovered well. You must know that when he first saw him on Monday morning, he was lying in bed not far from meeting the messenger of the **** of death.

　　 But now the old elf is refreshed, even if it is early morning, he still looks red, even more energized than the tired Jenkins.

　　 There is no coffee or the like in Jenkins's house, but there are some unexpired tea leaves. He used [Life Origin] to make the tea leaves that have been left for a long time a little fresher before pouring them out for use.

　　 After putting the cup and teapot on the coffee table, Jenkins also sat down. Chocolate was already asleep with even breathing, in fact it fell asleep in Jenkins' arms on the way home.

　　 But no matter how late you sleep, Jenkins believes that at six o'clock tomorrow morning, the cat will wake up on time and wake him up.

　　 "What can I do with you?"

　　 Jenkins has great kindness and closeness to the old elves, not only because the old elves are willing to share the knowledge of the elves free of charge, but also because of his kind of inclusive and warm temperament like trees and grasslands.

"On Monday, you mentioned the [Alien Frenzy]. I was really worried, so I entrusted my friend Harama Ryansam to investigate it for me. Oh, you've seen him too. I planned to ask him to help. Dealing with the will. His situation is similar to mine. He is also a stranger in this city, but he is good at making friends and knows a little about all kinds of secret news."

Chapter 1099 Chapter One Thousand and Eighty One About the Arrival of Angels

　　 Mr. Harama Linesam is the old man whom the old elf originally planned to entrust the execution of the will. He met Jenkins this Monday. In fact, Elder Harama Ryansam and Jenkins have met more than once. He is not only a frequent visitor to Mr. Corpse’s gatherings, but he also sold things at the Old Daddy's antique shop last week.

　　 "You said that Mr. Ryansam is a stranger like you? No, I think Mr. Ryansam is a human being. Do you mean that he is from another city?" (Note)

"Humanity?"

　　 The old elf was holding a teacup and wanted to take a sip, but he looked at Jenkins suspiciously after hearing this question:

"He is a human? Are you sure? I knew him a long time ago. It was about a hundred years ago, when he was like this. I can be sure that he is not a normal human like me, and is a foreign land like me. people."

　　 "He is absolutely human."