Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 I knew in advance that Jenkins was coming, and the nun who took care of the girls had already been waiting for Jenkins. Jenkins and the two girls went down to the basement level, and they actually saw Miss Bevanna and a woman in a veil.

　　 The girls who have witnessed the interior of the night manor are all born nobles, and they are great nobles, even Britney’s identity is not the highest among them. Therefore, how to deal with these girls has become a very difficult thing. They were brought to the church yesterday, and they were still used as an excuse for "cultivation by cultists" and the need to protect witnesses, but long-term detention is not realistic.

　　Ms. Bevanna personally asked about this matter. Although a confidentiality agreement was signed, it basically made sure that no one would say what happened last night, but after all, these people are sensitive, so it is better to handle them with care.

　　 "Berdyland, isn't it a girls' school with a church?"

　　 This is a church school run by the Church of the Sages, aiming to train loyal believers to become reserve nuns. Moreover, the Church of the Sage itself is keen on education, and some nobles who believe in the sage are also willing to send their daughters to the mission school.

　　 "This is a good idea."

　　 Miss Bevana nodded, Jenkins said to her, and then asked Hathaway and Britney to meet their friends in the room. Although it is underground, the living environment here is good, and Jenkins does not worry about the abuse of the girls.

　　 "Miss Stillwell."

　　 Make sure that neither Hathaway nor Britney can hear the voices here, before Jenkins greets the veiled woman.

　　 "Do you know each other?"

　　 Miss Bevanna asked with interest.

　　 "They are all Dad's apprentices, how can they not know each other?"

　　Miss Stillwell took off the veil and said, from the tone of voice, she should be quite familiar with Miss Bevanna.

　　 "Why, what arrangements does the church have for you?"

　　 Jenkins asked, sighed, happy for Hathaway's friends to leave Nolan in the near future, but also sad about the future.

　　 "Nolan is now very short of manpower. The church arranged for me to contact the believers of the local music **** and act on the occasion."

　　 The last time I met in a tavern, Jenkins guessed this possibility.

　　 "Acting by chance? What does this mean?"

"It means, don’t do anything, first determine the number of believers in the local music **** and find the gifters among them. The believers of the music **** have always had a good relationship with the church of the sages. If we are really short of manpower, maybe we can let them Come and help."

　　The believers of the **** of music are mostly women, so Miss Bevanna uses female pronouns.

　　 "This is really..."

　　 Jenkins shook his head. He knows more, so he understands that at the end of the era, the church must unite all the forces that can be united. In the High Tower Agreement two thousand years ago, a small number of pseudo-god sects also sent representatives to participate in the meeting. This may be the case this time. After all, this is a major event that may be related to the pattern of the next few thousand years. The pseudo-god sects should participate in the meeting. .

　　 About an hour, Hathaway and Britney, with red eyes, left the room and joined Jenkins to go home. Jenkins was also going to meet the girls, but considering the issue of identity, in the end there was none.

　　 And when Hathaway and Miss Stewart passed by, the two of them were very tacitly stunned at the same time.

　　 Jenkins then understood that his senior sister had found one of the believers of the God of Music living in Nolan City.

　　 After returning home, I rested for a while and saw that the sun had completely set. After talking to the girls at home, he took the cat out again, this time to visit the old elves living in the city center.

　　 The elf is still in its original appearance, and it seems that a short period of time can't bring him any changes. After welcoming Jenkins in the door, listening to him describe the scene when he swallowed two-thirds of the seeds of the World Tree, the elf suddenly realized that it was Jenkins who made the vision last night.

　　 "This is a good explanation. This seed is incomplete. If you swallow a complete seed, the ability will definitely produce the final evolution."

　　 The wizard gave a very easy to understand inference, and then urged Jenkins to seize the time to find the remaining third of the seeds.

　　 Jenkins knew that the last third was with the distant cousin Sigrid, and knew that if she asked for it, she would definitely give it. But this thing is important after all, and Jenkins doesn't want to simply take away such an important item. Moreover, the green emblem [World Tree Seedling] was not the last one, so he was not in a hurry.

　　 Seeing that the time is still early, I want to take advantage of the time tonight and follow the clue of the gift provided by Miss Magic a long time ago to see if I have any luck. The old elf heard that Jenkins wanted to hunt for treasure, so he proposed to bring him along.

　　 "I have nothing to do at night anyway, and I just read a book at home, so it's better to go out for a while. Is there any fatal danger in our business?"

　　 The old elf joked happily, then took his coat and walked out of his house with Jenkins.

　　PS: 3K again.

　　 Another: No one noticed. I said that Mr. Hood had broken his arm, right? There is not a single sentence posted there.

　　 Another one: There was a bug in the last chapter, thank you for posting it in the interim. Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute knew in the dice game that Jenkins Williams was the benefactor. I revised the previous chapter a bit, and there is no change in the general direction of the story. But I don’t know why, there are more than 200 words...

Chapter 1674 Chapter 1647

　　 It just so happened that Miss Magic’s gift clue was very close to the vague information about the creation slab provided by Dolores. But the news of Dolores has been out of date for half a year, and Jenkins doesn't think he has that luck, so the main goal tonight is to find the C gift.

　　 This is the first joint adventure between the old elf and Jenkins. In the past, Jenkins knew him from the elders who sat in the house and gave guidance to young people.

　　 But in fact, if you convert the level of the human gifter, the strength of the old elves is not weak. After all, even among the elves, he is considered to be a very old elder. Even if the talent is ordinary, as long as he works hard, years can give the ordinary things extra gifts.

　　 The two walked side by side on Nolan Street at night, chatting while walking. Soon it entered the dense fog surrounding the city from the upper city. Even if there were gas street lights on the roadside, the visibility was still terribly low.

　　 "Something will happen in this way."

　　 The old elf sniffed the special smell in the air and said with certainty that he and Jenkins were very close, but they still looked at each other very well.

　　 "I have seen too many similar things. Although naturally I don't have my own consciousness, it is most able to generate feedback to changes in the outside world. The fog like this is enough to give birth to some terrible things."

　　 Actually, it doesn't need to be spawned by nature, man-made means can use the power of this dense fog. Jenkins and the old elf talked about last year’s "Child of the Mist" plan. This plan was inexplicably destroyed once by Jenkins, and then he wanted to use the power of the evil **** son to carry out it again. Then at the end of last year, the Six Gods under Nolan incident occurred. .

　　 "I haven't heard of this, but since there can be a second time, maybe there will be a third time."

　　 Elf speculates:

"As long as you have the ability to manipulate the fog, regardless of the cost, it is not difficult to borrow power from the fog. You see, just walking in the fog, I can even feel the creepy feeling of acupuncture skin, Nolan The fog is out of control."

　　 Manipulating the fog is the masterpiece of the [Scent Appreciation Committee], and the opponent also migrated to Nolan as a whole not long ago. If the old elf's speculation is correct, then I am afraid that the third [Child of the Mist] plan will really appear.

　　 Besides, I have been in contact with [Tree House] the previous two times. Now that group of cigarette sellers have hooked up with Tree House. Jenkins doesn't believe that these two groups just want to cooperate and make money.

　　 He sighed, feeling sad about the tricky question. The old elf comforted that this was not a problem for Jenkins alone, and as long as the source of the smoke was properly controlled, Nolan's fog was just passive water.

　　 "So I have to be a king."

　　 Jenkins came to this conclusion, and the old elf nodded in relief:

　　 "This is an honor that belongs to the elves. I heard about the Middleton family. You should take back the power that belongs to the elves."

The gift Miss Magic knew was that a batch of antiques was smuggled to Nolan last fall. It should have appeared on the black market or other underground trading channels, but because of the fire caused by the "Inferior Burst Charm", the gift followed Together with the unburnt antiques, he lay in the Calfax Field for a little half a year.

　　 The batch of antiques that were later used as exhibits disappeared without any care, and then became the collection of a local nobleman. Miss Magic only learned this clue in a very unexpected situation, but she is not sure whether all the antiques that were originally used as exhibits have flowed into the hands of someone. After all, no one knows what the gift is. .

Soon Jenkins and the old elves came to the house of Viscount Rudous in the west of Nolan. Viscount Rudous was a local nobleman in Nolan. Although the family was not thriving, his daughter married the current Carl. Director of the Personnel Department of Fax Field, this is probably the reason why he was able to get that batch of antiques.

　　 The house is quite large, with a towering fence protecting the owner here, and the closed black iron door rejects all intruders. Both Jenkins and the old elf had the means to change their face and body shape. After a simple dressing, the two turned in from the wall together.

　　 The old elf's skills are not very flexible, but it is okay to climb over the undefended high wall. Just as soon as they landed, the two were spotted by a group of black wolfhounds resting by the wall. These watchdogs were big, scary and fierce, and each seemed to be able to swallow several chocolates in one bite.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat on the shoulder swept the back of Jenkins's neck with his tail in dissatisfaction.

　　Jenkins didn't use his hands. The old elf twiddled a small amount of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it forward. The wolfhounds who just wanted to stand up and yelled slumped down, as if they were asleep because of excessive sleepiness.

　　 "This is a special formula of the elves, used to deal with some beasts in the forest."

　　 The elf explained in a low voice, and then leaned against the wall with Jenkins and escaped the guards on patrol. After bypassing a pile of empty wine barrels, and then jumping over the piled building materials, he came to the back door of the house.

　　 "I have already inquired, our goal is on the third floor."

　　 Jenkins said, actually the aura that I saw just now is on the third floor.

　　 The back door of this house probably doesn't open all year round, the keyhole is rusty, and the door handle has a layer of dust. Jenkins used a wire to stab it apart, and then sneaked into the house with the elf.

　　 The first floor of the house is the reception room, study room, living room and servants’ room of Viscount Rudos, and the second floor is the living area of ​​the Rudos family. But after going up to the second floor, after searching for a long time, the two of them did not see the stairs leading to the third floor.

　　 Jenkins looked up again to confirm the location of the gift, and then called the elf who wanted to try to see if there was a trapdoor:

　　 "Don't be so troublesome, let's go straight up."

Speaking of throwing two silence charms under my feet, he moved the low cabinet with vases on the side of the stairs, stepped on the cabinet and reached out to the ceiling of the corridor on the second floor. As the flames flowed out, the ceiling was burned out in a short while A big hole.

"let's go!"

　　 He quickly climbed to the third floor, then reached down and pulled the stunned elf up.

　　 "Do you often do this?"

　　 Then asked the elf, he couldn't imagine why Jenkins was so proficient.

　　 "No, don't think of me as a bad person."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, jumped back to the second floor and moved the cabinet back, picked up the spell on the ground, and then slammed up and took the elf's hand. After returning to the third floor, he pressed his hands on the ground to fill up the burnt hole so that no one would know that there was an impolite intruder on the third floor.

　　PS: I originally wanted to use "Thieves of the Night" as the title of the chapter, but after thinking about it, "Robbers" are more in line with the style of this chapter.

Chapter 1675 Chapter 1648

　　 "The young people nowadays are really amazing."

　　On the third floor of Viscount Rudous's mansion, the elf looked at Jenkins's series of actions, shaking his head and exclaimed. He walked to the window to confirm the thickness and light transmittance of the curtains, then lifted his right hand, and a bright yellow ball of light that looked like a small sun slowly flew out to help the two people illuminate the front.

　　 The entire third floor is open. Although the area of ​​the third floor is smaller than the floor below because of the architectural style, the overall size is almost twice the size of the Jenkins living room.

　　 It is arranged like an exhibition hall. On the smooth wooden floor, there are display cabinets covered by transparent glass. There are oil paintings on the walls, and ancient armors or cold weapon racks stand on the walls. Compared with the third floor of the residence, it looks more like an expo hall with rich collections.

　　 The southeast corner of the third floor is a staircase, but now the end of the staircase is blocked by a wooden wall, obviously it is necessary to find a mechanism to open it.

　　 "Unexpectedly, this one is still an antique collector."

　　 The elf was interested in getting close to the exhibition stand nearest to him. Inside the glass cover was a silver table knife with dark brown marks on the smooth surface. The table knife was lying on the white handkerchief:

　　 "In 1093 the General Calendar, the murder weapon used by the unknown to assassinate Earl Langton."

　　 The old elf read out the explanation on the exhibition stand, and Jenkins also looked over:

　　 "I know that rich people like to collect these weird things."

　　 He said so, and then "visited" the place with the old elf. The Viscount has a lot of collections, and the styles are also very mixed. A small part of it is strange like the knife just now, and most of it is relatively ordinary. So although it is a bit strange, there is no problem in itself.

　　 Relying on the real eye, Jenkins also easily discovered the gift. It is lying in the exhibition cabinet against the wall. It is a very delicate black iron key. It is not a thin-shaped toothed key that is commonly used nowadays, but a cylindrical key with uneven distribution.

　　 This is a key used in a unique lock created by people obsessed with invention in the early days of steam. The shape looks pretty good. But soon people discovered that such locks and keys were very easy to pry open, so they gradually abandoned this form of keys, and now they can only be seen in antiques and history books.

"This is it."

　　 Jenkins said to the elf. The elf looked at the key with a surprised expression, then saw Jenkins pull a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put it on, and then carefully took off the glass cover.

　　 "This is to prevent fingerprints, although not many people know the word fingerprint..."

　　 He explained to the elf, putting the glass cover aside, and taking out a wad of 10-pound bills rolled up in paper from his pocket.

　　 "Such a key, if calculated according to the price of an antique, it is probably..."

　　 He mumbled while counting the money, took out 6 paper currency and put it next to the key. Jenkins would not be a thief.

　　 "I paid 30% more, and now it belongs to me."

　　 Then he nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to get the key. But at this time, the old elf's pointed ears moved, and he suddenly turned to look at the blocked third-floor stairs:

　　 "Someone is opening the mechanism!"

　　 The floor under his feet vibrated slightly, and there was a slight white steam gushing upward from the cracks in the floor. Between the ceiling of the second floor and the floor of the third floor, there is a mechanism that opens the trapdoor. Although it looks like a wooden wall, it is actually made of steel.

　　 With the sound of gears and levers under the floor of the third floor, a ray of light shines from the lower end of the stairs on the third floor. Then the light continued to expand, and the hidden door was opened.

　　 Viscount Rudous walked up with a tall and thin middle-aged man. They were all dressed in clothes for going out, and they could even faintly smell the unique burnt smell in Nolan's air.

Viscount 　　 touched the gas light **** on the wall with his hand. He walked along the wall and turned on all the lights on the entire third floor. In the process, the stranger checked the Viscount's collection with his back hands, and had no intention of helping.

　　 "This is really amazing."

　　 The stranger commented on the knife just now, and then turned to look at the painting of bones and skulls on the wall. Viscount Rudos was sweating and turned on all the lights at this time. The weather was hot, the windows on the third floor were not open, and the steam flow that was sprayed inward when the mechanism was turned on just now, it really couldn't stay here for long.

　　 "You can take a look at all of my collections at will."

Viscount 　　 said politely, and touched his forehead with his handkerchief. He was breathing heavily, and he didn't seem to exercise very often:

　　 "If there is no problem, I will go to the second floor and wait. You can choose and go straight down."

　　 He couldn't wait to walk towards the top of the stairs as he said, but was stopped by a stranger:

　　 "Viscount, we are very satisfied this time. If you agree to your request, it will be done naturally. Your disabled son will get the leg he wants."

　　 The stranger has a smile on his face.

　　 "That's good, that's good."

　　 The tall and thin Viscount bends down slightly and wipes his sweat while talking. The reason why he sweats is probably not just because of the temperature on the third floor.

　　 "We are always talking, and you helped a lot this time. We will cast the leg with the best alloy and use the most advanced technology to allow your son to adapt to the new body parts."