Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Hello, how can I get to Blacktown?"

The traveler with a huge backpack quickly walked in front of Jenkins. He reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then asked in a language that Jenkins didn't understand. Jenkins looked at him and pointed at his throat. Shook his head.

　　 "It's so pathetic."

　　 Even if you don’t understand, Jenkins can know that this is pitying himself.

　　 The traveler did not leave, but took off the backpack he was carrying, put his hand into the side pocket and took a while, and took out a necklace with crow's claws, if that was a necklace.

　　 He hung the necklace around his neck, then put his right hand on Jenkins's shoulder.

"Hello there!"

　　 His voice clearly appeared in Jenkins' heart.

"Hello there."

　　 Jenkins said, the traveler nodded happily, and then surprised:

　　 "Wait, so you can talk?"

"I can talk all the time, but most of the time, I can't understand people's sentences, and people don't understand what I want to express. Then I stopped talking and pretended that there was a problem with my throat. It was much easier than explaining my own thoughts. ."

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 "I think you are probably under a curse. You can't let others understand you. It's very simple, as long as there is a translation..."

　　 As he said, he took away the hand on Jenkins's shoulder, rummaged in his big backpack for a while, and turned out a purple cloth bag.

　　 The strange traveler twisted a small amount of dust out of the cloth bag, put it in the palm of his right hand and blew it into Jenkins’s face, and asked while Jenkins couldn’t help coughing:

　　 "Do you understand now?"

　　 "Yes, I understood what you said, cough cough, cough cough, although thank you very much, but I still suggest not to do this next time, I feel that my lungs accidentally inhaled something strange."

　　 Strangers are travellers and part-time businessmen. While traveling the whole world, they sell all kinds of strange objects they invented and collected. What he just used is a kind of dust that can help people to understand various non-superior languages ​​for a short time. Although it sounds incredible, it is actually a low-level alchemy product.

　　 "You can buy this product in various alchemy studios at a very reasonable price. I think only this kind of alchemy product that can make people's lives easier will never be lost."

　　 "Unless the different races disappear completely, the language of people living in the material world is close to unity."

　　 Jenkins added that travellers think this is a very interesting guess.

　　 The purpose of the traveler is the small town of Black ahead. It is the only town nearby. It is now approaching night. It is obviously better to spend the night in the town than to survive in the wild.

　　 After learning that Jenkins' destination is also the town of Black, he invited Jenkins to join him on the next short journey. Of course, Jenkins would not refuse.

　　 "I have been to this town before, but it has been a long time. Although the town is peaceful, it is not completely peaceful. You still need to save some snacks for the night."

　　 Jenkins introduced that he was actually reminding the other party.

　　 "Yes, when I travel around the world, I have seen many terrible things. Traveling alone needs to be cautious."

　　 The traveler agreed with Jenkins, but he didn't listen to the other side.

　　 That night, Jenkins and the traveler checked into the only hotel in the town. Of course, Mr. Writer has no money, so he used the stone he picked up by the roadside to deceive the owner of the hotel out of conscience, making him think it was a silver coin.

　　 This is something like the tricks of the deceptive wizards in fairy tales, but Jenkins believes that he did not intend to do this on purpose, so although it is to be condemned, it is not particularly bad behavior.

　　 Jenkins and the traveler’s rooms are adjacent, both on the third floor of the hotel. The hotel in the small town is messy and dilapidated. Most of the furniture in the room cannot be used normally. After opening the closet, Jenkins even saw a **** spider with hairy legs on the moonlight, crawling on the spider web that almost covered the whole closet. Crawl around.

　　 noticed that someone opened the door, the spider attacked Jenkins almost face-to-face, and then Jenkins was frozen in the ice.

　　 "How long has no one cleaned this place?"

　　 He muttered quietly, glanced at the seemingly tidy bed, and had no idea of ​​climbing up to rest.

　　 In the middle of the night, there was a subtle sound of footsteps outside the door. The footsteps passed by the door of Jenkins's room without any pause, and then disappeared in front of the door of the next room. Holding his breath, Jenkins could perceive that someone was standing at the door of his "neighbor." The owner of the footsteps breathed very fast, and it was very nervous to think about it.

According to the progress of the story, soon, the inn’s owner who is interested in the fortune will break into the room, kill the sleeping traveler, and take all his belongings as his own, relying on those magical alchemical products to complete the journey The transformation of the innkeeper to the rich merchant in the town of Black.

The townspeople knew that the money came from wrong, but no one dared to accuse him, until ten years later, the eldest son of the traveler passed by accidentally. After a series of supernatural events, he learned the truth and buried the traveler in the sea of ​​flames. The owner has a family of thirteen.

　　 Jenkins stood behind the door against the wall, waiting to rush out to save the traveler at any time, but the hotel owner dared not to do anything, and hovered at the door.

　　 In the end, he actually left the door of the traveler's room, walked to the door of Jenkins's room and nervously opened the door with the spare key.

　　 Although the room has not been cleaned for a long time, the shaft of the door is not rusty, and there is no sound when the door is pushed open. Under the faint moonlight, the innkeeper saw the bulging bed, but did not see Jenkins who was blocked by the door.

　　 "Sorry, this is the first time I murdered, let's start with you."

　　 He came to the window with a sharp knife in his hand, took a breath and stabbed the bed twice quickly. Even if I had never killed anyone, I felt that my hand was not right. I opened the quilt with an empty left hand and saw that there were two pillows lying on the bed.

　　 "It's amazing, isn't it?"

　　 Jenkins behind the door gently closed the door, and the innkeeper in front of the bed suddenly turned around, with a ghostly expression on his face.

　　 "Your logic is very strange, because the first time you kill someone is scared, so you want me to practice your hand. I don't understand, is there any difference between killing me and killing others? Or do you think I look good to kill?"

　　 Jenkins asked, the innkeeper rushed over involuntarily with a crazy expression, and was easily knocked to the ground by Jenkins.

Chapter 1480 Chapter 1457 Glory Ceremony

　　 Soon, the commotion in the room attracted the attention of others. Although there were not many people living in the hotel, it still attracted many townspeople within half an hour.

　　 Jenkins didn't know why so many people would not sleep in the middle of the night. He and the traveler stood at the door of the hotel together, watching the townspeople holding torches surrounding the place.

　　 "Yes, I have said it many times, he just broke into my room with a knife to kill me, you see, there are knife marks on these two pillows."

　　 Jenkins’ feet are the pillow he just used, and beside the pillow are the innkeeper who collapsed on the ground and his knife.

　　 "Isn't it obvious, where is the sheriff of the town? I think we need help."

　　 The traveler asked loudly. He had learned about the original plan of the innkeeper from Jenkins, and he had also noticed the obvious footprints of prowlers in front of his room.

　　 But the townspeople didn't call the sheriff to punish the innkeeper because of these proofs. They huddled together and held a torch to talk to each other. The roaring voices can't tell the content of their conversation at all, only knowing that this group of people obviously wants to protect the innkeeper.

　　 "Travelers, leave the town now."

　　 After a while, a fat man dressed like the mayor of this country town was pushed out, he said to two outsiders.

　　 "What about him?"

　　 Jenkins kicked the innkeeper and asked.

　　 "We will punish him in accordance with local regulations."

　　 The fat man replied calmly.

　　 Jenkins and the traveler looked at each other, knowing that this could not be the truth at all. The townsfolk are protecting their neighbors and acquaintances. Even if he does something wrong, he will not be punished for trying to hurt two travelers who have no relatives with the townsfolk.

　　 "Okay, then we will leave now."

　　 said the traveler, Jenkins nodded, and then watched the traveler want to go upstairs to pick up his luggage.

　　 At this moment, the innkeeper who had been pretending to be unconscious at Jenkins' feet suddenly "woke up", then pointed at the two and yelled:

　　 "Don't let the two of them steal things, everything upstairs is mine."

　　 The townspeople whispered, neither supporting him nor opposing him, so the innkeeper said again:

　　 "I stored a large backpack upstairs. In addition to a small amount of cash, there are many alchemy items in it. I originally wanted to distribute them to everyone. I can't monopolize the wealth by myself!"

　　 The atmosphere suddenly became subtle, the townspeople’s whispers stopped, and the traveler stopped turning upstairs, and together with Jenkins looked at the townspeople who were in a circle, their eyes gradually changing.

　　 "You don't really have any other ideas? Since I have brought so many alchemy products and dare to travel alone, don't you doubt that I am a wizard?"

　　 the traveler asked, the townspeople were really shocked by this sentence. Although they still surrounded the entrance of the hotel, no one dared to step forward.

　　 "No, he can't be a wizard!"

　　 Just then, the innkeeper at Jenkins' feet suddenly jumped up, grabbed the sharp knife and slammed it into the traveler's chest.

　　 "No, you can't be a wizard!"

　　 It makes sense for him to do this. If the traveler is really a wizard, then the innkeeper will die; the left and right are just deaths. If you resist, maybe the traveler is not a wizard.

　　 Jenkins did not know how this era defined the profession of "witcher", but he had long established that the traveler was a thorough ordinary person, and did not expect to be attacked suddenly.

　　 hurriedly did not have time to dodge, was directly inserted into the chest by the knife, but was held by Jenkins before falling.

　　 "Look, hahaha, see, he is not a wizard! He is not a wizard!"

　　 The hotel owner exclaimed excitedly, even his voice was a little distorted. When repeating the third time, the voice was really distorted because of the huge panic, because he noticed another man who had always had a weak sense of existence, with a green glow in his palm, and pulled the knife from the traveler’s chest. come out.

　　 The traveler groaned in pain, but his complexion was normal, and his chest did not even bleed.

　　 "Yes, he is not a wizard, but I am."

　　 Jenkins said calmly, the effect of the newly acquired [Fear Aura] was fully activated, and he half-kneeled in the shadow of the torch, suddenly looked like a monster dormant in the dark. The people holding the torch were stunned for a moment, and then unsurprisingly they dispersed. The innkeeper fainted directly to the ground, this time he really fainted.

　　 "The truth of the original story is like this~"

　　 Jenkins sighed in his heart, turned his head to look at the expression of the traveler who had been rescued, only to find that the latter looked annoyed.

　　 "Why not happy?"

　　 Jenkins wondered, now that there are no torches held by the townsfolk, only the oil lamps on the hotel counter can still illuminate, which makes the traveler's face seem to cast a shadow.

　　 "Why should I be happy? Oh, God, why should I be nosy walking with the person in front of me?"

　　 Regardless of Jenkins' reaction, the complaining traveler knelt down and grabbed the innkeeper's dagger, stuffed the dagger into the innkeeper's hand, and then held that hand and pierced the dagger directly into his heart.

　　While doing this, he warned Jenkins not to be nosy with his eyes. Jenkins opened his mouth slightly to express surprise, then took a step back, saying that he would not save the person who committed suicide.

　　 "That's all right?"

　　 The knife in his heart won't last long, the traveler leaned on the ground and said in a weak voice, the blood from the wound stained his clothes. Although his face was full of pain, he could still see excitement.

　　 Jenkins took a step back again, watching the dying man struggling on the ground. The traveler quickly swallowed his last breath, and at the same time, Jenkins looked up at the dark night sky.

　　 In the field of vision that only he could see, a bright golden beam of light fell from the sky to the ground. This beam of light broke through the clouds, and from behind the towering cloud with a strange shape, the pure daylight with its wings spread out slowly.

　　 This is a typical angel, without face and appearance, tall and wearing a simple white robe. The silver whistle hanging around his waist reveals his identity, which is a symbol that only appears in the church of the righteous **** [Wandering Without a Trace].

　　 With the arrival of the angel, the soul of the dead traveler also appeared. The soul stood beside his corpse, looked at the angel above with a look of longing, and then knelt on his knees and raised his hands:

　　 "Oh, angel, I have walked the path of glory and was murdered at the end of the journey according to the ancient ritual. Now, take me out of this world!"

Chapter 1481 The first thousand four hundred and fifty-eight

　　 The angel ignored the soul of the traveler who made the request, and did not maintain the tradition of keeping his feet on the ground. Instead, he quickly descended on the ground and bowed slightly to show respect to Jenkins.

　　 There was a puzzled expression on the face of the traveler's soul.

　　 "My lord once said that I will meet someone unexpectedly during my trip. Although you cannot be identified, you must be a noble one. I am glad to meet you."

　　 said the angel.

"I am glad to meet you too......"

　　 This is a change that Jenkins did not expect. He knows that the background of this story may be deeper than he thought:

　　 "Although you handle your task, I will not interfere with anything related to this place."

　　 Jenkins said so, and the angel bowed his head to express his thanks.

　　 "Mortal Carmel, are you convicted?"

　　 The angel asked the soul of the traveler.

　　 "Yes, messenger of God, I am guilty, please take me out of this place of sin!"

　　 "What's your sin?"

"I have been contaminated with too many sins in this filthy world, and my soul is almost no longer clear. Now I have walked the path of glory according to the scriptures again, and finally died at the end of the journey. Now you Appearing in such a posture must take me out of here!"

　　 He almost crawled on the ground and prayed to the angel.

　　 Jenkins has heard of this glorious ceremony, which is very old. It was revered as a predecessor of St. Pim by the Church of Travellers. (Chapter 366)

　　 "Yes, mortal, you re-enter the sacred journey according to ancient rituals, and dedicated your life to the focus of the journey. But I can't take you away, your soul is destined to sink here."

　　 "Why?"

　　 The traveler raised his head abruptly, but immediately lowered his head because he looked at the ignorant face, and his soul trembled slightly to show the tremor he had received.

　　 "Could it be... because I failed to dedicate myself honestly, failed to be killed by the evil according to the ancient contract, because I chose to commit suicide in an attempt to deceive you?"

　　 At least he knew what he did, and he didn't choose to lie in front of the angels.