Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "I can guarantee that you must have kissed her just now."

　　 Make sure that the people behind saw the two, the red-haired girl pointed to Jenkins’ lips and said.

　　 Jenkins subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his mouth, but immediately remembered that Britney had wiped his lipstick on his behalf.

　　 "Jenkins, you will always be like this."

　　 Hathaway smiled and narrowed her eyes. Jenkins thought it was complimenting him.

　　 "Let me guess, did you press her against the shadow side of the statue's base and kiss her, or kiss her on the bench in the depression in front of the grass wall deep in the garden?"

　　 she asked boldly again.

　　 "Don't ask such questions."

　　 Jenkins blushed and said.

　　 "Of course I have to ask, because..."

　　 Hathaway suddenly stood on her toes and kissed Jenkins’ side cheek:

　　 "I can't lose to Britney, I know people like blonde girls more."

　　 "Actually I like them all."

　　 Jenkins whispered, and then Hathaway gave it a light hammer with her fist.

　　 The two talked as they walked, and they shared a lot of topics, and naturally the gifter's business was also. The night before yesterday, when Jenkins was in a dream duel with part of the essence of [Nightmare of Sin Karma], due to the combined effect of lies and dreams, part of the illusion was projected above the city of Beldiran. Of course, Hathaway also saw this scene.

　　 She doesn't really understand what this means, so she wants to learn the truth from Jenkins, who is a scribe for the Orthodox Church. Jenkins said half-truth and half-truth that it was related to the believer of the lie, and then revealed something about the Fragrance Appreciation Committee.

　　 The red-haired girl sighed that Berdyland was as dangerous as Nolan, and then worriedly asked if Jenkins had anything to do with it.

　　 "Me? Yes, there is a little connection."

　　 Hathaway immediately became nervous, but she knew that there are many things to do with the saint son of the church, so she did not ask Jenkins to take the initiative to stay away from those dangerous things, just let him pay attention to safety and don't take risks.

　　 She also asked about the cat cry that she had heard before the phantom under the night sky disappeared that night. Jenkins did not dare to say that it had something to do with him, and the secret guard and father considered that he had not yet become a demigod, and did not tell him that it was related to the ancient beast of disaster, so Jenkins did not know that he often saw it in his dreams What is it?

"The church only said that it was a very dangerous thing, but if I were to make a guess, it might be the [Moon Swallowing Civet] mentioned in the myth. It was an ancient calamity that swallowed the primitive material world. Moon creatures."

　　 Jenkins said casually, Hathaway immediately showed a shocked expression, Chocolate also showed a shocked expression, and then immediately returned to pretending to be stupid.

　　 Regarding the black cat that appeared in his dreams, Jenkins has conducted investigations in various ways, but each time he died without disease. Until that night a few days ago, when he condensed his first drop of divinity, he showed the black cat, and felt that the cat did not seem to be his enemy.

　　 He guessed that the black cat was probably an evil being sealed in the subspace, because the special connection can establish a connection with him in the dream. He now regards the cat as a mentally handicapped cat with majestic power but not as high as chocolate. After all, every time he meets it in a dream, the cat fights with Jenkins as if playing with a ball of wool.

　　 "Meow~"

　　Chocolate decided to let Jenkins know how great the great cat is tonight.

　　 The two chatted as they walked, and when they reached a secluded corner of the garden, Hathaway asked Jenkins to repeat what he did to Britney. Of course Jenkins wouldn't refuse, but he just wanted to reach out and hug the red-haired girl when the cat on his shoulder suddenly called.

　　 Although Jenkins cannot understand the meow of chocolate, he can understand the mood of chocolate in different tones of "meow". Hearing its sound, my heart suddenly became alert, knowing that it was warning me of danger nearby, the movement of opening my arms turned into pulling out the stick, and the right hand flicked the stick behind him, the left hand protected Hathaway, the eyes were alert Look around.

　　 It's very quiet here, and you can only vaguely hear the voices of men and women talking and intimacy nearby. But from the perspective of the real eye, a group of dazzling red aura shining like the sun in this dark night.

　　 The lighting in the garden is an elegant sitting gas lamp, mostly made of stone. This light is not very bright, so it highlights the dazzling spirit of that group of light even more.

　　 At the same time, beside the red aura, there is a black aura that is not easily detectable. This is the power of a deceit.

　　 "What's wrong with Jenkins?"

　　 Hathaway asked nervously.

　　 "An uninvited'guest' attended the banquet..."

　　 He explained, after a few seconds of silence, he continued:

"You go to Britney and Miss Windsor, then find the priests of the church and stand with them. Recently, the Twelve Orthodox Churches have sent representatives to Bel Dylan for different reasons. Such a banquet will definitely invite them. attend."

　　 "No, Jenkins, I will not leave. I am not unable to give you any help, and how do you want me to explain to them?"

　　 Hathaway asked.

　　 It makes sense for Jenkins to think about it, and the red aura does not mean danger, but the black ray next to him makes him alert.

　　 "Then go take a look together, you walk behind me, be careful."

Chapter 1586 Chapter 1561 The Guardian of the Banquet

　　 In the corner of the Cold Spring Palace garden, Jenkins asked Hathaway about the safety issue. Hathaway nodded in agreement, and then saw Jenkins stretch her hand to her neck, and then twisted her necklace.

　　 "Please wait a minute."

　　 He said, took off the red-haired lady's necklace, put it on his chest with both hands, closed his eyes and whispered a prayer to praise the sage.

"All right."

　　 He quickly handed the necklace back to Hathaway. When Hathaway took it, he felt that the necklace was a little different. Although it was originally expensive jewelry, there is now an extra layer of inexplicable texture on the surface, making it even more...sacred.

　　 "I blessed it, and carrying it for a short time can make you immune to a certain degree of curse, and at the same time, evil forces will subconsciously avoid you. But this effect is estimated to last only half an hour."

　　 Jenkins was able to independently make consecrated bullets a long time ago, and now blessing jewelry is simply a matter of effort. But in Hathaway's view, it doesn't require any materials or rituals, and only prays to add extraordinary characteristics to objects, which is no different from miracles.

　　 "Is this the Son of God?"

　　 She thought in her heart, for the first time she felt that the man she chose was different from a mortal.

　　 Jenkins stared at the red aura, bypassed a flowerbed and two grass walls, only to see his goal under a statue of a knight riding a horse. That statue seems to be a statue of a very martial king in the Fidcicle Kingdom in the past. Jenkins doesn't know much about it and can't tell which ancestor of this body.

　　 There are two people under the statue, one standing and the other lying on the ground. Standing was a beautiful woman in a blue dress, with two vertical white lace on her chest extending from the neckline to the waist.

　　 She smiled and watched Jenkins emerge from the corner, and then slightly bent over to pay her respect:

　　 "It's nice to meet you."

　　 The woman is the red aura, and the short servant lying on the ground with a weak aura is the black aura. Jenkins nodded to the woman as a response, then took out the white gloves from his pocket and put on them, squatted down and turned the servant who was lying on his stomach cautiously. At a glance, he saw his face that had begun to be distorted:

　　 "Curse of the blood mosquito!"

　　 Although very surprised, he still controlled his tone of voice:

　　 "Why do you appear here? Oh, Hathaway, don't come close, go back."

He said that he drove the cat on his shoulders to the back, then looked in his pockets to find some charms with the power of [sacred] [blessing] [evil protection], inserted them into the soil around the servant, and then solemnly prayed to prevent curses The power of pollution pollutes this land.

In fact, this garden itself has a very strong spirit of life, and its concentration is only higher than that of the evergreen forest. Even the naturally formed virgin forest cannot be compared here. Jenkins guessed that this was because the Middleton family lived for a long time. here. Although these spirits of life can guarantee to a certain extent that the curse will not spread, Jenkins still chooses to be more cautious.

　　 "You don't need to be nervous, the only cursed person who ran out from the manor on the other side of the city is just this one. This is what I brought on my behalf and I have completely controlled it."

　　 said the woman in a blue dress, glanced at Hathaway standing in the distance, then smiled at the cat at Hathaway’s feet, and then said:

　　 "Do you want to trade with me? I know you have a lot of criminal coins, and I will be able to provide you with a satisfactory transaction. This is my sincerity."

　　 She stretched out her right foot wearing blue high heels studded with sequins, kicked the cursed person on her stomach, the latter let out a faint scream, and a little bit of petrified into a statue.

　　 This is not petrification in the ordinary sense. As the flesh turns into stone, the black aura caused by the curse of blood mosquitoes disappears.

　　 "Do you need me to introduce myself?"

　　 the woman asked, and then said without waiting for Jenkins to have an opinion:

"The believers of Zhengshen refer to me as B-11-4-3091 [female guest at the banquet]. I will only appear in such a lively gathering, and no one will be confused by the appearance of me as a stranger. When I appear at the banquet, there will never be homicides among ordinary people in this banquet. At the same time, any poison that is not transcendent will be invalid on the occasion of my appearance. This effect will last until the banquet is over or I take the initiative Leave this scene"

　　 Even knowing that there are some bizarre or even outrageous events in the Class B transcendents, Jenkins was surprised by the ability of the man in front of him.

"I am the guardian of the banquet, and I like this kind of occasion. When I appear in a banquet on a rainy day, the drinks provided by the banquet will have a certain degree of healing effect during the banquet; when I appear in the night Banquet, any reproduction/reproductive behavior that occurs in this banquet will increase the probability of conception by 20%; when I appear in a banquet where no creatures over 50 will participate, there will be a one-third probability. Let the last person who left the banquet pick up 14 pounds of gold on the way home; when the banquet I attended, when there were pure blood elves, dwarves, halflings, and succubuses at the same time, all the participants would be at the banquet. Irreversibility goes crazy when it ends..."

"why is that?"

　　 Hathaway, who was listening in the distance, couldn't help asking.

　　 "The banquet is for pleasure, but the attitudes of these four different species to the banquet conflict with each other. I hate the disputes in the banquet."

　　 the woman explained, and then looked at the sculpture of the cursed person on the ground:

　　 "During the banquet, when I face any creature that has a destructive attitude towards the banquet, I am equivalent to the saint who descends on the material world. Preventing such things from destroying the banquet is just a trivial matter."

　　 After finishing this, she looked at Jenkins again, and Jenkins looked at her curiously. There was not much nervousness or panic. He organized the words:

"This is really interesting. I have seen a lot of B-type supernatural beings with autonomous consciousness, and I have also seen special individuals among them in many special events, but you...maybe belong to the most. Being rational is the closest to human beings."

　　 If it were not for the aura of a woman, it would be impossible to falsify, Jenkins even suspected that this was a human kind, and her breath was not at all like the B-class extraordinary.

　　 But what the woman in front of me just said was the truth. She repeatedly repeated that she was [the guardian of the banquet]. Combined with this posture, Jenkins believed that she had reason to believe that the other party was about to come to an end on the second way of becoming a god-collecting sin coins and carrying sins. That's why it showed this posture that almost faded the sense of abnormality.

　　 Even the insurance salesman I've seen before is not as rational as the one in front of him. If she really becomes a god, I think there will be one more [God of Banquet and Pleasure] in this world.

　　 "You have reached the end?"

　　 Thinking of this, he tried to ask.

　　 "Yes, after countless epochs, I am finally going to the last step. So I need criminal coins, I think you understand what I mean."

　　 said the woman, and then solemnly bowed to Jenkins again:

　　 "So, what do you want from me? I will do my best to meet your requirements."

　　 Jenkins frowned, this kind of encounter was not what he expected tonight. But at least this is not a bad thing. Compared with encountering a trick, a Type B transcendent who is willing to trade at least will not cause damage.

　　 Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Hathaway. The red-haired girl knew what Jenkins meant, and looked at the extraordinary-looking woman curiously, and said carefully:

　　 "I'll go back to Britney, she is probably curious where we have gone, you... be careful."

　　 She knows that the current scene is a bit strange. The woman who claims to be a Type B extraordinary event really respects Jenkins. Even though Jenkins is the saint son of the Church of the Sage, this friendliness is very abrupt. But she will not ask, she knows that Jenkins still has his own secret, and he will take the initiative to say it someday.

　　 Jenkins turned and walked to the red-haired girl and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Hathaway smiled and pushed him away, then walked around the fence behind her. Until it was confirmed that Hathaway had disappeared at the corner of the fence, Jenkins stooped to pick up his cat and turned to continue the conversation.

　　 "This human woman is really lucky. I want to wait for you to leave the material world, let her be your angel or holy spirit? This is a treatment that the most devout believers can hardly get."

　　 The woman asked, Jenkins was noncommittal, took out his round coin from his pocket, and opened her palm for her to see:

　　 "If you are willing to trade fair, I don't mind talking to you. I still have 3 Soul Gold, 2 Age Gems, 1 Seed of Desecration, and 1 Ring of Greed, which is not much."

　　 "No, it is already very rare for me. Do you think it is easy to get coins?"

　　 the woman said, and then asked:

　　 "Then what do I need to provide to get this from you?"

　　 Jenkins is actually very curious about the abilities that women in front of him can provide, but obviously he still needs to know more:

　　 "Rather than material transactions, let's answer the questions first."

　　 As he said, he put all the coins back into his pocket, and only twisted out a blasphemous seed:

　　 "I know there are some questions you can't answer, but I think you should not refuse those things that you can say. First of all, I am curious, can you not make money for your own existence?"

He has not forgotten the origin of the ability of [Profane Production], and from his own experience, whether it is the girl selling flowers, the salesman selling insurance, the **** of death under the tree, or other weird things, they all understand it. The wisdom life has the ability to extract sins and condense the coins.

　　PS: The title of Banquet (Part 2) will be used again in a few chapters, it is not forgotten.

Chapter 1587 The first thousand five hundred and sixty-two chapters of crime and bargaining

　　 "Making criminal coins? Of course we can make criminal coins."

　　 The woman under the statue stretched out her white thumb and slender index finger, twisting away the blasphemous seed in Jenkins's hand, which means that she can answer this question:

　　 "But making criminal coins is not entirely without cost."

　　 Jenkins never felt the cost of existence.

"This is a process of direct contact with sin, a process that is enough to drive any sensible life crazy. The process of making sin coins inevitably brings one's body and soul into contact with [sin], which is the most polluting thing. Except for a **** with a great soul like you, [Sin] has the ability to irreversibly infect and harm all other lives."

　　 "So most of you will appear crazy? Because you want to collect sin coins, you have to contact sin?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Yes, once we are completely mad, we will lose the qualification to reach the end of this road. Therefore, if it is not necessary, we will be very cautious about the sin of extracting intelligent life. Even if we do this, it will only affect our own ability. Within the scope, and this will further bind us to a certain scope of authority.

　　 We must weigh, between the gradual infestation of the soul and the constant collection of sins. The most effective way is to use a long period of time to carry out this process, so as not to expose yourself to too many sins at once. But not everyone has this patience, you probably have seen a lot of counterexamples. I know that you still want to ask about the difference between a treacherous life form and an extraordinary life form. I can tell you together—before we came to the material world, many individuals were already in contact with the power of making sin money given by the great ones. At the same time, it is polluted, which is a matter of talent. "

　　 she replied, and then pinched the sin coin in her palm:

　　 "To answer your question, one coin is enough."

　　 Jenkins nodded, agreeing to such a deal. This can be regarded as answering his long-standing question, and further complementing his understanding of the second way to becoming a god. In this contrast, the second way is more difficult and dangerous than the first way to become a savior. But in fact, the first path is not simple. There are only 18 epochs from the beginning of the world to the present, so the number of mortals who have truly completed this path must be less than 20; and now there are 365 false gods. Those who become gods through the second path must be greater than 20.

　　 "Apart from the savior and yours, are there other ways to get to the end of the road?"