Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The black-robed man closest to the main position stood up and said softly.

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins showed a puzzled expression. This is not the lingua franca of the Kingdom of Fidcicle, but more like the language of the Kingdom of Chessland.

　　 "Do you understand that way?"

　　 The black robe man asked again.

　　 "Yes."

　　 Jenkins nodded, this time the black-robed man used the language he was familiar with.

　　He looked around the people in the room, level 4, level 7, level 3, level 4, level 5, level 8...

　　 "Sage!"

　　 Cold sweat immediately emerged from Jenkins' forehead, and he noticed that he was also wearing a mask.

　　 The benefactor of the 8th level with 14 light points (3 white, 9 yellow, 1 green and 1 gold) is the man who hangs upside down. This is one of the most powerful humans I have ever seen in this life!

　　 "Don't be nervous, friend."

　　The black-robed man comforted: "We are not malicious, please believe this. Introduce, this--"

He pointed to the fallen man, "This is Mr. Constantine. He is the host of the party. This respected gentleman is a level 8 gifter. After he approaches the top, he wants to pass our weak gifts. They looked for further possibilities, so they called our meeting, which we call [Gem Party]."

　　He paused, then a husky and gentle man's voice came from the subject:

"Welcome, friends from the Kingdom of Fitikli. I hope it didn't shock you here, but since you can touch and activate the medium I sent, it shows our fate. Please sit down now, our party It's about to start."

　　 "Sorry, I never participate in such illegal gatherings."

　　 Jenkins is still vigilant, he can feel that he is now in a weird physical state instead of his soul being pulled here. But this is even more terrifying, the old man said, the great danger and difficulty of space transfer.

　　 "I know what you are worrying about."

Mr. Constantine, who was hanging upside down, was not annoyed: "I used an interesting spell ritual and special items to bring the party participants who activated the items here. But don’t worry, the only ones who came here are A projection, I hope you understand what projection is. Mr. Strange, please close your eyes and feel your own spirit."

　　PS: Let me think about how to make Constantine die reasonably. Guess what I want to do, as a reminder, not to let Jenkins replace the party host.

Section 180 Chapter 176 Gems and Translation

　　 Jenkins did as he said, opened his eyes again, and he returned to the carriage.

　　 "Where have we been, please?"

　　 After a while, he poked his head out and asked the coachman.

　　 "Oh, sir, we are already in town."

　　 the coachman replied.

　　 "The time flow is normal, the posture has not changed, the seat is still hot, and my body has not left here."

　　 While he was thinking, he looked at the pot in his hand. Hesitated again and again, remembering what happened just now, and then rubbed the lid of the pot with the pad of the finger again.

　　 "Welcome back, sir stranger. I think you should understand now that this is not dangerous. In fact, I can't even hurt you because you are only a projection. Are there any questions?"

　　 Jenkins glanced at the people at the round table again, and then leaned to Mr. Constantine who was hanging upside down:

　　 "I'm sorry, Mr. Constantine. The world of the gifter is always full of mysteries and dangers. Staying vigilant is the guarantee of a longer life. I would be happy to attend a party that is not illegal."

　　 He reread the two words illegal, and then watched everyone's reaction.

　　 are wearing masks, so there is no response.

　　 "Okay, I am willing to attend your party, but one thing please be sure to make it clear, if I want to quit, what should I do?"

He has already planned it in his heart. If this is a gathering of mutual assistance like Mr. Hood and Mr. Corpse, then he can continue to participate in it in the future; if it is a gathering of cult development followers, then let the coachman take himself directly to the church. Not an old antique shop.

　　 sighed in his heart that only rubbed the lid of the pot to activate the item. He tried to exit and enter again, without encountering any obstacles, and then gradually relieved.

　　 "Just throw away the items in your hand, and I rely on those items to gather everyone here."

　　 Mr. Constantine, who was hanging upside down, answered.

　　 Jenkins nodded. These words are the truth. His real eye did not find that his body has been marked, and the eighth-level gifter has no possibility of tampering with his special soul. Even though, he is level eight.

　　 randomly found an empty spot around the round table, and a special feeling came from the table.

　　 "This is B-10-5-7701, the party table for translators."

The black-robed man who is still closest to the main seat is explaining that he is also the one with the highest rank besides Constantine: "The words of people sitting around the table will be automatically translated. Of course, the language cannot contain Extraordinary power."

　　 Jenkins nodded, indicating that he understood that this is a very good item.

　　 He can also feel that his body is only a projection now, because there is no perception of temperature, and the sense of touch has been weakened a lot.

　　 "Please choose a code."

　　The black-robed man suggested: "Mr. Constantine likes gems, so our party is named after gems. My code name is Cat's Eye."

　　 "Zircon."

　　 Jenkins said so.

　　 This is a gem that looks very similar to diamonds, but the price is very low compared to diamonds.

　　 The fake diamond is zircon, the fake Jenkins is Jenkin, that's it.

　　 "Very well, welcome, Mr. Zircon."

　　 Mr. Constantine did not raise objections, but announced to the six party participants who were sitting:

　　 "Then our meeting will begin. Last time I proposed that I hope to collect some news about the saints who have descended in Nolan City in the Kingdom of Fedictelli. I wonder if anyone knows about it?"

　　 "I have heard some news!"

　　 A rough male voice replied immediately, cleared his throat after obtaining permission, and then said: "The saint who comes is for the demon that appeared in Nolan City, this is certain."

　　 There is only this sentence, but Mr. Constantine is still satisfied: "Yes, Mr. Corundum, this sentence is worth 100 pounds. I will notify the servant to remit to the last account."

　　 "Thank you for your generosity."

　　 The man codenamed corundum/ stood up, bowed, and sat down.

　　Although everyone's words will be translated, Jenkins suspects that he is a member of the Fedictelli Kingdom just like himself. Not only because he knew what was happening there, but also because of the familiar colloquial expressions in the words and the characteristics of pronunciation.

　　 "Sir, I don't know about the arrival of the saint, but I know some legends of the creation stone that you asked about a month ago."

　　 This time it was a woman, or girl. Her voice is too young, of course, it may be a disguise.

　　 "That's good, please tell me, Miss Bianshi."

　　 This time, the respondent's voice did not reach the listener's ears. Because of the mask, Jenkins couldn't even see Miss Alexandrite's mouth. He understands that this is an extremely precious piece of news.

　　 unconsciously thought of the photo she copied every day.

　　 "Very well, I will mail you that item of category B. After the party, please leave an address, or the last one."

　　 "Thank you for your generosity."

　　 Ms. Bianshi nodded slightly, joy in her young voice. From the action point of view, this is not a woman from an ordinary family. Jenkins also knows two noble ladies, this kind of temperament is very familiar.

　　 Of course, it is not Hathaway and Miss Mihail, there would be no such coincidence in the world, and the number and color of the light spots are wrong.

　　 "Send an item? Can't it be given directly?"

　　 Jenkins thought of it puzzledly, and then realized that whether it was the organizer or the participant of the party, it was essentially a mortal. Thinking about it this way, his guard against [Gem Gathering] has alleviated a lot, which is too low-end.

　　 is just a mortal.

　　 "Wait, don't swell!"

　　 He reminded himself inwardly and pinched his thigh fiercely, but it didn't hurt at all because the pain subsided.

The Gem Party is different from the other two gatherings Jenkins participated in. The gathering of Mr. Hood is more like a friendship or mutual aid gathering. The gathering of Mr. Corpse is a trade fair with the participation of arbitrators. The gathering here is more like It was Mr. Constantine's mission briefing.

　　 He tells what he wants to know, and the participants in the party will do it, and then he will give out rewards.

　　Most of these things are related to gods, legends and other things, and most of them belong to the kind of information that is not very secret but it is definitely not easy to know. Therefore, Jenkins suspects that this gentleman is also pursuing the secret of becoming a god.

　　Participants of the party came from different corners of the mainland, which can be known from some answers involving locations. One of them attracted Jenkins's attention, which is also something he has been caring about recently.

Chapter 181 Chapter 177 The Holy See's Response

"The whereabouts of the crooks who believe in the prince of lies have been found, because last year they committed a big case in the Kingdom of Hampawo and defrauded some important things in the hands of the royal family. They are now scattered and fled to the three kingdoms. The main one is active in Eldron in the Kingdom of Chessland. This is a possible address."

　　Mr. Topaz, who provided the news, said six or seven addresses in Eldron, and everyone who was present heard the answers.

　　 "It turns out that the believers of the Prince of Lies in Nolan are only a small part of the movement."

　　 Jenkins took down the information and thought it could inform the church.

　　 After Mr. Constantine’s question and answer, it was the transaction between the people of the assembly.

　　 Because everyone is not in the same city or even in the same country, the transaction of goods is greatly restricted. Therefore, most of them are just information exchanges and ceremonial exchanges. Even if money is involved, the converted price does not exceed 300 pounds.

　　 Aware of this, Jenkins knows more about gem gatherings—most of the participants are not very wealthy benefactors.

　　 But after thinking about it, I realized that Nolan City can be regarded as one of the most economically developed cities in the entire human world. These benefactors from all over the mainland obviously cannot be like the people of Mr. Corpse, trading in units of "thousand pounds".

　　 Even if most of the gifters are easier to accumulate savings than civilians, it is still not easy to make a lot of money. For example, Mr. Barnard, who has worked so hard all his life, will leave his family's private property even after his death, which is only 500 pounds.

　　 "I have eight thousand pounds in cash."

　　 When Jenkins thought of this, he first felt sad for Mr. Barnard, then he was happy that he had a lot of savings, and finally hurriedly reminded himself not to have such thoughts.

　　 Jenkins didn't say a word during the whole party, but watched the crowd quietly. Mr. Constantine understood Jenkins' concerns, but told him that whenever there was a party, the item he was holding would become hot, and when activated, he could participate in the party.

　　Of course, the gem gathering is not mandatory. Whether you can’t participate in an emergency, or you don’t want to come here, you can ignore the reminder of the item. But if you don’t participate in the party five times in a row, the items will be completely destroyed.

　　 "This is also for safety. The investigations of the Orthodox Church or the malicious cults are the enemies of the benefactors."

　　 Mr. Constantine explained.

　　 Jenkins suppressed the fact that he was an 8th-level gifter at that moment.

　　 After the party, Jenkins closed his eyes and responded to the spirit's call. As the wheels turning in his ears gradually became clear, the carriage almost came to Fifth Queen's Avenue.

　　 After paying 4 shillings and 8 pence for the fare and 3 pence for the tip, Jenkins jumped out of the carriage and opened the shop.

　　 "This is the balance paid by the Viscount. The Viscount told me that there are some old things that he doesn't need in his manor. Please check it out if you have time."

　　 Jenkins handed an envelope to the old man, who squeezed it with his hands, and put it in the drawer without looking at it.

　　 "I know. You seem to have something on your mind."

　　 Daddy watched the chocolate pounce on Jenkins' arms, nudged him, and then jumped back to the counter to shrink into a ball and continue to rest.

"Oh yes."

　　 Jenkins nodded, hesitated again and again, or said what had just happened.

　　 Even though the gathering of Mr. Hood and Mr. Corpse is also held by secret means, at least both will carefully examine whether the participants are criminals. Under the premise that the five churches in the Diocese of Nolan have more than one 8th-level gift, the 8th-level corpse will not pose a major threat to the local Orthodox Church.

　　 But Mr. Constantine just now was too dangerous, and he didn't seem to care about the true identity of the participants, which was especially dangerous.

　　 "Mr. Constantine? And claiming to be eighth grade?"

　　 Daddy frowned, "You always get such troubles, I should get used to it."

　　 temporarily closed the store, and the two went to the church together.

　　 After greeting the guards, the old man went to Captain Bincy, and then directly asked the Holy See about the matter, while Jenkins was asked to hold a ceremony to pray for the sage to watch to make sure that he was not marked.

　　 This is the fourth time Jenkins has held this ceremony. The same process and the same experience. Except for the faint heat of the forehead when receiving the gentle and great sight, nothing happened.

　　 This at least proves that Mr. Constantine cannot rely on the method just now to trace Jenkins' true body.

　　 The Catholic Church is not in the church today. Jenkins sat on a bench in the side hall for a while, listened to a great sermon with ordinary believers, and was found by his father.

　　 "The Holy See has responded."

"So fast?"

　　 "You don't want to think about who you are now."

　　 Daddy asked Jenkins to sit down. At this time, they were in an unfamiliar office. Some documents were scattered on a large desk, and a small copper box was placed on the corner of the table with some candy in it. At the table, there is a familiar middle-aged man.