Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 This is all the things Miss Magic knows, and Jenkins also said his answer: "Purple, the color of fate."

　　 "Fate, yes, that's it..."

　　 Back to the crowd, the next transaction will not have much new ideas, most of which are some plants, minerals or parts of certain organisms that have never heard of a name. For example, Mr. Magic is asking for the third body of a human blood centipede, and Mr. Hood hopes to buy some pure silver that has been blessed by the [All Things and Nature] church.

　　The latter is not easy, because Nolan does not have the church of righteous God. Mr. Hood hopes that the outsider "Mr. Candle" can provide some, but he is disappointed again.

　　 Jenkins also learned through their conversations that the number of abilities the gifter has is limited, which is related to the number of bubbles in front of him, and the number of bubbles is related to the so-called level. Everyone is the same in this respect, so choose the right ability to match as much as possible.

Chapter 10 Chapter 9 Coma and the Church

　　 Because of the church’s support, it’s not difficult for the gifters of the Church of Orthodoxy to fill their own bubbles, but as officials, it is difficult for them to access certain secret techniques that circulate in private. The gifters of false **** believers or those who do not want to register, of course lack the support of the church, but they can exchange more with gifters of other genres and regions.

　　 Hearing what they said, the 0-level ability limit of the bestower is 3, and after removing the world gift ability and soul trait ability, there should only be one bubble left. But Jenkins got rid of the one obtained by drinking the liquid, and there are three more. Three bubbles plus three powers are six, twice the normal.

　　The acquisition of abilities requires corresponding rituals and a lot of practice. This requires not only knowing the specific steps, but also cherishing materials, which is also the main part of the transaction.

　　 "Okay, then I will stop here this time."

　　 is still Mr. Hood announced the end, "Because there is a problem with the identity of the first birth of Dagger, for safety, the next meeting time and place must be changed in another way. But the question now is, does Mr. Candle want to attend the next meeting?"

"Yes it is."

　　 did not answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment. After all, one should not think that one is very interested in these. Now one's own image should be a gift from another country with unclear strength.

　　 "Then can we trust him?"

　　 Mr. Hood asked the other four people again.

　　 "Yes."

　　 "Abstain."

　　 "Abstain."

　　 "Yes."

"Then congratulations, Mr. Candle. Let me think about it, okay. Please remember, the time and place of the next meeting will be determined by the weather. The first sunny day of the week will appear, and you need to look for the newspaper for the next day. As for which one it is, it is ranked according to sales. The last digit of the sunny day is the ranked answer. If there is no sunny day next week, then next week.

　　You need to pay attention to the number of the advertisement section of the newspaper..."

　　 He bent over and picked up a gravel on the ground and gave it to Mr. Birch, who silently stretched out a finger. With a muffled sound, it was exploded by the stone touched by the finger.

　　 Mr. Hood bent down and counted the number of pieces that could be found. Then he looked up and said:

"The 8th ad in the advertising section, and then write down what the numbers appear in the following. This time the codebook uses the third volume of "Detective Knight Biography", to remind you that I am referring to the sixth of [Wien Press] Please support the genuine version for the second printed version."

　　 sounds a bit complicated, but it's really safe, and it fits the requirements of a "legal" party. Everyone repeated what they said just now, and then they were about to leave.

　　 In order to prevent being followed, only one person can walk every five minutes. As for the order, it is decided by a lottery. The lottery is also the six wooden lotteries selected in the trash, the longest goes first, and Jenkins is the second to last.

　　 "Legal" gatherings are really cautious.

　　 He didn't know where it was, so when it was his turn, he chose to go in the opposite direction to the previous leaver.

　　 walked for five minutes under the shining light of the twin moons. It seemed to be a slum area. The narrow alleys kept branching out. Jenkins could only walk according to his instinct. His luck seemed to be good, there was less and less trash on the ground, and the sound of bells passing by a carriage seemed to be heard in the distance.

　　 Jenkins used the cold air current to pour the black robe into the black robe according to the method of retracting the candle just now, and a stick figure of the black robe immediately appeared in front of him.

　　 smiled in satisfaction, but his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. After walking in this way for three minutes, the drunk who was holding on to the wall and vomiting finally walked back to the road. But Jenkins was tired, his ears had slight tinnitus, his muscles were sore, and his eyes were dry and tired.

　　 Before he passed out, his last thought was: "By the way, when using supernatural abilities, you need spiritual support."

　　 "I don't recognize the ceiling."

　　 opened his eyes again, his head still hurts, as if he had been staying up all night for three consecutive days. It seems that [True Eye] is not a small consumption.

"This is where?"

　　 He got up from the bed, and the neat room was filled with rows of single beds, some of them resembling hospital wards. There was a white porcelain water cup on the cupboard next to the bed. The sunlight shone on the cup, and Jenkins saw that its handle was faintly branded with the symbol of an open book.

　　 looked out the window, he confirmed that this was the [Knowledge and Books] church in the center of Nolan City. The original owner of this body has been here many times with his family, and Jenkins also ran behind the church to play when he was young.

"you're awake."

　　 Pushing the door is an old man with a white beard, white robe and glasses. He smiles and walks to Jenkins's window.

　　 "Long time no see, Bishop Parrod."

　　 Jenkins hurriedly arranged his clothes, and then greeted respectfully. This is not a stranger. In the memory that Jenkins was able to find, he followed his father to the church for the first time, and the person receiving him was this Parrod. He was just an ordinary monk at the time. In a blink of an eye, more than ten years passed, "Naughty Jenkins" became "Wild Boy Jenkins", and Brother Parrod became Bishop Parrod.

　　 "You don't come to church very often these days."

　　 The old man said a little irritably, but the smile on his face did not change.

　　 Jenkins seemed to have found the embarrassment in his memory when facing his elders, and he faltered and argued:

　　 "I planned to come today."

　　 Only then did he remember what happened last night, and he reached out to touch his pocket, only to find that his clothes had been changed.

　　 "Don't worry, all your things are there, and I will return it to you later."

"last night......"

　　 he asked hesitantly.

The old man smiled and shook his head, "Are you in such a hurry? Well, the scribe squad on patrol found you last night, and the church received the news from Mr. Barnard from [No Light Moon] at almost the same time. , My child, I didn’t expect you to go this way. I know you still have a lot of questions, but these questions cannot be answered by me. Can you wait a moment?"

　　 Out of trust in the bishop, Jenkins nodded slowly. He had only attended the "legal" meeting last night, and he didn't expect to be immediately identified by the Orthodox Church he believed in.

　　 The moment when he warned himself to test his acting skills has just begun. He is eager to find a foothold in this strange world, so he is unwilling to give up his identity as Jenkins.

　　 After the old man left, the door was opened again not long after. This time a middle-aged man came in. Compared with Barnard, who had "lived and died", his expression looked very serious, his clothes were meticulous, and there was no beard on his smooth chin.

Chapter 11 Chapter 10 Foolish Words and Lie Detection

　　 The man didn't walk to the bed, but just stood at the door and nodded to Jenkins, "Come with me."

　　 he said.

　　 Jenkins immediately turned over and got out of bed, put on his shoes and followed up with his head down, feeling uneasy.

　　 The two went all the way through the cloister in the backyard of the church, greeted many acquaintances, and finally came to a small three-story building that Jenkins had never entered.

　　 This small building is as unremarkable as in memory, the original owner seems to have never noticed it.

　　 The middle-aged man still did not speak, and led Jenkins into the small building.

　　 Sitting at the door is a young man drinking tea.

　　 "Good morning, Captain Pennsey, um, this is the newcomer?"

　　 He stood up and greeted enthusiastically, but the middle-aged man's pace did not stop. He just nodded and led Jenkins into the corridor next to him.

　　 Jenkins could hear the yelling behind him: "Hey, can I adjust the duty schedule with a new person? I'm tired of watching the gate here!"

　　 "It has a working atmosphere."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart.

　　 The two walked inward along the corridor. The walls of the corridor were severely peeled, but fortunately no spiders were hanging down. They finally stopped in front of a door marked [034]. The middle-aged man took out a bunch of keys tied together with iron rings, stared for a moment and picked one, and then pulled Jenkins into the door.

　　 seems to be a study room, clean and tidy but not very popular, and because there are no windows, it is very dark.

With a little light shining through the crack in the door, Jenkins noticed that the man in the middle stretched out his hand to pull out a book on the shelf. There was a slight sound of gears turning from somewhere. The floor contracted automatically, and a light appeared on the ground. Downward passage.

　　 "Very traditional, right?"

　　 The man's dull voice came, and it took two or three seconds for Jenkins to realize that he was talking to him.

　　 "Oh, yes, sir, just like those written in legends."

　　 "Although traditional, it is necessary."

　　 The man said with his back to Jenkins, and then took the lead down the stairs, followed by Jenkins.

　　 The stone walls on both sides of the passage were hollowed out with small holes. While hearing the sound of the floor closing behind him, Jenkins saw the candles in the small holes light up automatically.

　　 "There is no steam pipe here, for safety and confidentiality."

　　 the middle-aged man explained.

　　 Jenkins nodded knowingly, which makes sense. This kind of place is a secret stronghold at a glance, and it won’t attract a large number of workers for construction.

　　 The downward staircase is not too long, and it will go to the end after about two spirals.

　　 There is another wide corridor, or tunnel, extending from the stairs under the ground. The ground and overhead are all made of solid big rocks. One side of the tunnel is just a wall, and the other side is a row of rooms.

　　 The tunnel stretches far, and the underground light is not very good, so Jenkins can't see the end of the tunnel.

　　 smoothly opened the first room next to the stairs, and the middle-aged man walked in with Jenkins.

　　 The door of the room closed automatically from behind, and a row of oil lamps fixed on the wall of the room lighted up instantly, illuminating the only three items in the room:

　　 Two folding chairs and a wooden table.

　　 The middle-aged man motioned to Jenkins to sit on the chair facing the door, and he sat on the opposite side.

　　 "If you post a slogan [be lenient to confess, be strict in resistance], then this is really a police station. Could it be that legal gatherings are exposed?"

　　 He muttered, but sat down obediently.

　　 "Introduce yourself, my name is Stephen Bincy, you can directly call me: Mr. Bincy."

　　 "Hello, Mr. Bincy, I am Jenkins Williams, I am just 20 years old, and I live in the Sabine District of Nolan City..."

　　 "Okay, enough."

　　 Bincy interrupted Jenkins, who was complacent about his excellent performance. He felt that he had just exemplified the image of a young man who was excited, overwhelmed, nervous, and slightly frightened.

　　 These are the normal performances of Jenkins in memory.

　　 "I'll ask you to answer."

　　 "What kind of melons are grown on the ground, this question can't help me..."

　　 Jenkins sang it in his heart, but in reality he nodded hurriedly.

"What's your name?"

　　 "Didn't I say it?"

　　 He questioned in his heart, but suddenly he became alert, this is not the essential difficulty of the legendary traverser—a polygraph test, right?

　　 pretending to take care of his hair, he tapped his temples, trying to find the feeling of opening the [Eye of Reality]. The process went smoothly. Jenkins immediately saw nine colored light spots in front of the man opposite, and three clusters of light spots appeared on the wall to his left.

　　 "Single mirror? Is there someone behind?"

　　 He understood immediately, but these were obviously not what he was looking for.

　　 pretending to chuckle to delay time, Jenkins finally saw the golden brilliance of Pency's drooping left hand.

　　 "Sure enough, a supernatural object similar to a polygraph, did those who wrote novels before the crossing really came back? How do you know everything?"

　　 He smiled and replied: "My name is Jenkins."

　　 The pronunciation of "S" is very light, at least what Jenkins said in his heart was his previous name-Jenkin.

　　 "Have you been exposed to supernatural phenomena before last night?"

　　 The expressionless man asked again.

　　 "This question can't help me!"

　　 He read this sentence in his heart again.

　　 "I swear, the experience last night was the first time I faced the supernatural, goddess, that was amazing!"

　　 Yes, the crossing was also last night, so last night was the first time.

　　 "Very good, the last question, what is your belief?"

　　In Jenkins's field of vision, the golden ball was especially bright at this time.

　　 He threw away the smile on his face, changed it to seriousness, and then recalled everything that belonged to Jenkin in his heart.

　　 I don't understand the principle of the current "lie test" at all, so I can't deal with it at all. Jenkins wanted to suddenly regard the [Inheritance of the Sage] goddess as his lifelong belief, but was surprised to find that it was so difficult to deceive himself.

　　 If he is given some time to adapt to this world and adapt to his new identity, Jenkins is confident to accept a true "god" as his belief, although he may be just a shallow believer.