Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Didn’t the sign say that this shop belongs to Mr. Oliver?"

　　 "Oh, you know how to read!"

　　 Jenkins nodded clearly, "This is not easy, especially for people dressed like you. But literacy is a good thing."

　　 He continued: "Do you want to propose that since it is in the antique shop now, I will value it. You trust me completely, so no matter how much I estimate, you only need half of the money?"

　　 The boy laughed awkwardly: "Sir, what you said makes sense."

　　 Jenkins nodded, yanked his right hand out of the table, and threw a long slender hunting knife, rubbing the boy’s hair around his head:

　　 "Go!"

"Mr......"

　　 "Go away, you lied to me? The patrols in the dock area pass by here every half an hour. If you don't want to go to jail, don't waste my time here."

　　 "Sir, you want to swallow..."

　　The boy was dumbfounded.

"Let me guess, there should be several results in the follow-up of this incident. The first type, this is a fake jewelry. You have investigated beforehand. I am just an apprentice who has just studied antiques for less than two months. So. Taking advantage of the old man's departure, let the man sell the bookmarks first, giving me the illusion that he does have good things on him. Then you show up again, because this matter is not justice, I hurriedly thought it was a jewel on the hair accessory. It's true, so no matter how much I estimate, you can make a profit.

The second possibility is that this is true. When we divide the money, you leave immediately, and then the man just now came back to ask me for the lost things. In order not to lose this job, and for the credibility of the store, I only Can admit that it is unlucky.

　　The third kind......"

　　 Before Jenkins finished speaking, the boy ran out of the store neatly.

　　, shaking his head, stood up and walked around outside the counter, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the hair that was cut off by the knife.

　　 "It's really an old trick, do you think I'm good to be tricked when I'm young..."

　　 Jenkins said with emotion, he put the hair of the man and the boy separately, and then took the hair accessory and looked at it.

　　 "I really can't see whether this is true or not."

　　 Jenkins has never been the kind of person who expects a pie from the sky, and this kind of routine is too familiar. The acting skills of the first man to come in are fair, but the little boy is a little nervous.

　　 After the old man came back, Jenkins told him about the incident and projected the appearance of the two on the [Book of Memories] for the old man to recognize.

The old man laughed loudly after hearing this, "Jenkins, I found that as long as the things you deal with have nothing to do with the ladies, your wisdom can be maximized. I will encounter this little trick once or twice a year, don’t panic, but I'm actually very interested in the follow-up development of those deceptions you mentioned."

　　 Saying goodbye to the old man in the evening, Jenkins hurriedly ate dinner, and then left the chocolate alone at home, using a black robe to simulate a disguise-the young man in the shirt, carrying the rapier in the cane, went out.

　　 Missed Mr. Hood’s party last time, Jenkins hasn’t seen these people for a long time. The first gifter he knew after the journey was the dead Mr. Barnard, and the next few will be these people.

　　 "I hope everyone is safe."

　　He prayed in his heart.

　　 The meeting place this time was a bit unexpected. It was on the deck of a large displacement freighter docked in a remote dock in the port.

　　 This freighter named "Victory Maria" belongs to a large businessman. He leads the fleet through Nolan City twice a year to sell foreign cherished goods to local freighters.

　　 But unfortunately, this businessman was arrested by the Nolan Police Department last month on suspicion of smuggling. Although relying on bail, he is now safely released from prison, but he is restricted from leaving the area of ​​Nolan City.

　　 The merchant’s other cargo ships have left, after all, the business still has to continue. Only this empty ship stayed with the merchant because it needed repairs. On weekdays, no one will come near here except the guards who live on the ship.

　　 is not to worry about the security of the city, but because there is nothing on the boat, and wanting to drive it away is not a simple matter.

Chapter 144 Chapter One Hundred and Fortieth

　　 For safety, Jenkins investigated the background of the ship before the party started. The merchant smuggled the problematic antiques containing the Cthulhu statue, so the ship stopped here is also related to Jenkins.

　　 This time he was not the first to arrive. He climbed up the cargo ship along the rope, and Mr. Hood was already standing in the shadow under the mast.

　　 "Mr. Candle?"

　　 While showing his emblem, he asked easily.

　　 "Aren't you surprised this time?"

　　 Jenkins called out a purple pentagram to prove his identity, and showed the cane in his hand, "I am dealing with Miss Bailing."

　　 "I have been surprised too many times, and you are the only one who dared to venture so early to participate in such secret gatherings."

　　 Mr. Hood said. He himself is the organizer of the party, and it is natural for everyone to come to confirm safety in advance.

　　 The two talked a few words, then stopped talking, but looked at the moon above the sea level and the sparkling sea together.

　　 "I have confirmed that Mr. Birch is dead."

　　 Jenkins said abruptly.

"Oh, is it so?"

　　 Mr. Hood asked calmly. After a few seconds, his right hand drew a holy emblem that Jenkins had never seen before.

　　 The two did not speak again before the party started.

　　 Miss Bailing, Miss Magic, and Mr. Black Cat appeared on the edge of the deck under the last time limit. This time there was a new party participant. This is a friend introduced by Mr. Black Cat. The two met at other gatherings, so although Mr. Black Cat thinks he can be trusted, he does not know each other's true identities.

　　 The new participant, calling himself Mr. White Cat, the soul emblem is a red slender wooden stick.

　　 Very hasty way of naming.

　　 "Let's talk about Mr. Candle first, he has an unfortunate news."

　　 Mr. Hood said first.

"Ok."

　　 The crowd stood in a circle in the shadows, and Jenkins nodded, “It can be confirmed that Mr. Birch was dead in [The Moon of Craftsman and the Rain]. We will never see him at the party again."

　　 Everyone was silent for a long time.

　　 "Do you know how you died?"

　　 Miss Magic asked muffledly.

　　 "A-01-2-0198, that's the night of heavy rain."

　　 Jenkins simply said, this year, the only stormy night that can be mentioned is that crazy night.

　　 "I have known Mr. Bai Birch for two years. He has always been a cautious person. He is more cautious than most of the benefactors I know. I didn't expect the final cause of death to be so ridiculous."

　　Mr. Hood's emotion broke the silence. He said very reasonable, Mr. Birch’s death can only be used to complain about fate.

"Speaking of tricks, recently there has been a similarly dangerous figure in Nolan City, A-11-2-3301, a malicious coachman. He will only appear near the intersection at night, sitting in an old-fashioned carriage. The feature is that half of his face was burned to the ground, and it looked terrifying."

　　 Mr. Hood continued, this is his news tonight.

　　 "Are there any more specific details, I can buy it with money."

　　 asked Miss Bailing.

　　 "I only know this, but this one is much less dangerous than the flower girl. It doesn't matter if you ignore him or simply refuse him."

　　 Mr. Hood added, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "I know more detailed news."

　　 Mr. White Cat also spoke, his voice is full of magnetism, quite like a famous singer.

"This coachman can send passengers to any corner of the world. The ability and space transfer are very similar, but it is absolutely safe during the space transfer... The intelligence I got is this. The reason why it is malicious, that It is because he only collects fares from passengers, which may be an ear, a kidney, or even a soul.

　　 This is the first time I have participated in a party here. I don’t know if such news is qualified. "

　　 asked Mr. Hood the last sentence.

　　 "Yes."

　　 Mr. Hood's hood swung up and down a few times.

　　 "This information is very valuable. Nolan City has really been the last six months... Forget it, it's useless to complain about fate. We have to look forward."

　　 Mr. Hood whispered to himself for a while, and then announced his news:

　　 "First of all, I do not guarantee the correctness of this information, it is too horrible. Okay, gentlemen, please get together some, I dare not say it out loud."

　　 Then everyone took a step forward again.

"Rumors, cough cough, just rumors, you can just listen to the crazy words as lunatics. On the night of the martial law in the city, it was not the noble Miss Bevanna from the [Knowledge and Books] Church who killed the devil, but an unknown Holy One of the name."

　　 "hiss~"

　　 The remaining three people took a breath, and Jenkins realized afterwards and hurriedly followed.

　　 "hiss~"

　　 He finished sighing, and pointed to the strange purple star in the sky: "This one?"

　　 "I don't know."

　　 Mr. Hood replied in a low voice, seeming to be frightened by himself.

"Probably."

Miss Bailing interjected, "I also got some information about what happened that night, but I only know that it was the black-robed man who had repeatedly robbed the tricks. Now everyone is guessing that the black-robed people believe in that. Is there one? When a **** of faith comes to the mortal world, he will naturally appear."

　　 "Okay, let's stop talking about the secrets of the greats."

　　 Mr. Hood interrupted her quickly and ended the topic. It's not that he is timid. In the world where the gods really exist, this is normal behavior.

　　 "Mr. Bailing's message is that the black-robed man also appeared in a sensitive place that night, so does Mr. Black Cat have anything else to say?"

　　 "Yes, I don't know much about [knowledge and books] the actions of the church, but I know a little bit about the riots in the factory area."

　　 He stretched out his hand and pointed back. In the night, the chimneys of the distant factory area were still smoking black smoke.

"This riot is definitely not accidental. There is reason to believe that the mastermind behind it has planned for at least a year. This is a good confirmation. Anyone who has been to the scene will find that the beginning of the riot seems to have gotten [ Lord War God]’s blessing is as smooth as possible. Sorry. I shouldn’t mention this true god.

　　He paused, and then said, "This information is obtained from the police station. At least 3 different cult organizations are related to this matter. It's crazy, right?"

　　 "What are the riots for? Those poor people do it for reasonable working hours and food that can fill the stomachs of the whole family. What do the cultists do for it?"

　　 Jenkins frowned and asked.

Chapter 145 Chapter 141 Pirates

　　 "Just like no one knows what the devil is for in Nolan, no one knows the conspiracy of the cultists now."

　　 Mr. Black Cat said regretfully, but Mr. White Cat on the side added:

　　 "The devil's conspiracy may never be known, but the cultists are still alive, and some of them are still in Nolan. One day they will know."

　　 This sentence is very reasonable, after all, the devil is dead, Jenkins was not divine enough to force the memory to read, the truth may never be clear.

　　 "Nolan City is so chaotic, illegal gifters like us should be more careful, I wonder if anyone has considered leaving here temporarily."

　　 Mr. Black Cat then sighed.

"Will not."

　　 Miss Magic, who had not spoken today, finally spoke.

"It is rumored that every few thousand years in this world, there will always be large-scale riots in some places. This means that this place has been selected by fate to become the kind of miraculous stage in the story book. Things have happened continuously in the past six months. , Has caused some bold people to speculate whether Nolan City can become the place where the legendary heroes or scums grow up. I think there will only be more and more benefactors gathered."

　　 "Are they crazy?"

　　 asked Mr. Black Cat.

　　 "The higher the level of the gifter, the slower the improvement. There will always be people who need ‘accidents’ to help themselves."

　　 Miss Magic said sarcastically, but no one could refute it.

　　 After Jenkins was promoted to Level 2, True Eye really showed a benign change again. Now he observes different benefactors, and he will find that everyone's light spots are actually rotating, but the direction and speed are different. This enabled him to get rid of the method of judging acquaintances solely based on the number of colors, and then less unnecessary accidents.

　　 But everyone present, except Miss Bailing, still couldn't tell who was serious.

　　 The "legend" of Miss Magic was taken as the information she provided, and the next time was the trading time.

　　 The new Mr. White Cat took out a white basic ability [Paper Knife] learning method. Although Jenkins has money, but the number of bubbles is not enough, there is no talk. Like last time, he reminded Miss Bailing that he had obtained the transaction by means of cold ice fist cooling, and then watched the other four exchange various materials with each other.

　　 Miss Magic found [Star Shards] Spar at the last party, but Jenkins did not come. This time the transaction is finally reached. It was a 30-degree prismatic cone, which looked like an ingenious glass product. But inside the transparent cone, there is still a pale blue trace like a deep starry sky, which contains peculiar power.

　　 A 100-krona banknote was handed over, and Miss Magic was taken aback obviously: "Foreign currency?"

　　 "Yes, I am not a local, and I still have some foreign currency in my hand. At the current exchange rate, you are not at a loss."