After 　　 finished, he pushed Jenkins to the door involuntarily, and then pulled the iron door heavily.

　　 And Jenkins himself, is unwilling to be such a person who can skillfully decompose the corpse, saying that he has "foresight".

Together with Professor Burns, they left the police station from the copper gate where they reappeared. After returning to the alley, the two of them made a big circle around before taking off their black robe, burned by Jenkins, and looking for it. A carriage.

　　 The night is already deep, and the two moons are covered by dark clouds. The coachman was asleep with his hands on his chest and covered his eyes with a hat, but when he saw business, he immediately woke up.

　　 Jenkins experienced the scene just now and felt a little sick in his stomach. As soon as he looked up, he found that the professor was like nothing happened, sitting opposite him and wiping his glasses with his coat.

　　 "As a gifter, you will experience many things like this in the future, which is quite normal."

　　 He whispered that the professor knew the time of Jenkins's entry, so in his opinion, three months is not enough to make Jenkins grow into a qualified benefactor.

　　 Even though, he has done many great things.

　　 The carriage first sent Professor Burns back to the school. Although he had already married, his wife died of an illness a few years ago, and a pair of children have now gone to study in the Kingdom of Chessland, so he has always lived in the school.

　　 The two discussed the arrangements for tomorrow morning. Professor Burns’s students are all adults over the age of 18, so there is no need for him to tell stories like visiting young children.

　　 Just about to say goodbye to each other, Jenkins thought of another thing. He handed the coachman 10 pence and told him to wait here, and he would be back right away. The coachman did not refuse, but while taking off his hat to greet Jenkins, he also asked him to be quicker.

　　 "Professor, I want to ask you a very common sense."

　　 drew the professor to the nearest street corner and let the shadow cover the two of them. Jenkins looked around, and then asked softly like a thief: "How many years did the 15th epoch last?"

"Oh?"

　　Professor pushed his glasses, and some accidents turned out to be the problem. He took a close look at Jenkins, a trace of doubt flashed on his old face, but he didn't ask anything, but replied with the same small voice: "This question is also a hot topic of debate in the historians. But the current main point of view. There are two, one lasted until 1937 and the other lasted until 1899. If you want to be accurate to a certain date, then I don’t know."

　　 "No, no, I just want to know, the 15th era, didn't it perish after the epoch 5000, right?"

Chapter 237 Chapter 233 The Revenge Crow

"of course not!"

The professor even raised a hand to express his firm belief in the answer, "This is absolutely impossible. Although the history before the era has lost a lot, I can tell you with certainty that the 15th era will never last until 2000. "

　　 Seeing that his tone was firm, and it didn't seem like he was joking, Jenkins took a long breath and frowned.

　　 "Where did I go that night?"

　　 He did not dare to tell anyone what he had experienced, although due to the non-replicability of this matter, no one would doubt his own speciality even if he was nonsense. But after all, it is related to the separation of the soul from the body, so it is better to be more cautious. Jenkins also considered buying another B-04-3-5011, a magical conch, or a special item with similar effects.

　　 But this kind of effect is obvious, the numbered items with little sequelae, the price will not be less than 20,000 pounds, and he has no way out.

　　 "So, do you know where the Shadow Kingdom is?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 "I have never heard of it...I can go back and find some information. But you should not report too much hope. In my impression, I have never heard of this place name."

　　 Jenkins nodded, it is normal that the professor has not heard of it. He had searched for a lot of materials, but even the secret trail library did not record these things. He now suspects that the Shadow Kingdom he has been to, like the magma **** and the sea of ​​eternal calamity, is a different world parallel to the material world.

　　 Professor Burns actually knew something about the Protoss, although Jenkins had already inquired about some from Miss Audrey. But the facts uttered from the mouth of a history professor are indeed different from those of a fortune-teller.

　　According to Professor Burns, the existence of Protoss has been recorded in history and legends, especially in real occult materials, which can be traced. The earliest record of Protoss comes from a piece of sacrificial document carved on the bark of a tree, which is a relic of the Quaternary Period. That document involved a very **** sacrificial activity. At least three thousand people were killed by the pit. The purpose of the sacrifice was to pray for rain.

　　 Quaternary civilization has not yet been fully civilized, in Jenkins' view, it is the most primitive slavery society.

　　 Although the Protoss record began with such a **** thing, the Protoss is indeed a kind of creature with extremely mild temperament. They are higher than human beings and most supernatural beings, and they don't have the concept of death after birth.

　　 Protoss lives in the star realm all year round, purifying his soul body while in contact with the stars. Occasionally, they will appear in the material world and spend some time as human beings. Of course, just like Miss Audrey said, the Protoss will not interfere in the process of human history, they are more like observers, just observations.

　　 Because of the need to observe, they often appear in some major historical events as supporting actors. Therefore, perhaps the unimportant name mentioned in a small corner in the history books is the incarnation of the Protoss.

　　 The night was already very deep, and Jenkins bid farewell to the professor and boarded the carriage again. After learning the lessons of last week’s night tour, even if I wanted to take a stroll in the city again, I still didn’t implement it, and Chocolate is still at home alone.

　　 The carriage put Jenkins at the intersection of St. George Street. There was not much light in the whole street. Only Jenkins’s neighbor, the solitary widow Mrs. Margaret’s gas lamp was still on.

　　 He had just walked two steps and was pulling the key in his pocket when he heard the sound of wings flapping from above his head.

　　 looked up, a crow flew from the edge of the sky and landed on the fence a few steps ahead. After tidying up his feathers with a crow's beak, the scarlet eyes looked at Jenkins.

　　 "I think I have forgotten something."

　　 He muttered to himself: "Beril's crow, it did disappear afterwards."

　　 He stopped. Since he was in Jenkins' form, he did not call out the twin demons. Instead, he touched the pistol hidden in his waist with his right hand.

　　 "Mr. Williams."

　　 This is the sound from the crow, and the sound is very familiar.

　　 "Beriel?"

　　 All kinds of speculations such as suspended animation and possession came into my mind for an instant. The evening breeze blew, and the last leaves on the small tree planted by the neighbor's house made a rustling sound. Through the faint mist, Jenkins was ready to pull out the pistol.

　　 "Mr. William, no, I am not Beryl. I use the voice of my last master, but I am not him."

　　 It is indeed not Beryl, but it is certainly not an ordinary crow. This crow itself has a faint white aura. This is not a gift, but a special creature that can accumulate spirits like chocolate.

　　 "The contract signed between Mr. Beryl and I stipulated that after his death, I must give his belongings to the murderer in order to be truly free."

　　 After finishing speaking, seeing Jenkins still standing cautiously, he suddenly opened the crow's beak, and a thin arrow shot straight to Jenkins's eyebrows.

　　 Amid the crisp metal crash, the thin arrow was stopped by the big golden book-shaped barrier. The crow looked back in surprise, and saw that through the hazy fog, small women were opening their hands to release magic.

　　 It flapped its wings and wanted to fly, but Jenkins' fist had already been raised. The crow was knocked to the feet of Miss Miller, and rolled a few times motionless. One of its wings and half of its body was wrapped in ice, and Miss Miller kicked it to confirm that it was really out of breath.

　　 Although Jenkins' [Frost Fist] hasn't made any creatures permanently close their eyes so far, it was because his past opponents were all high-level gifters. Dealing with a little crow, Jenkins really understood the effect of this ability.

　　 He nodded gently to Miss Miller, and saw a dark shadow rushing out from behind her. First, he knocked the Bing Tuo Crow aside, then jumped up and ran into Jenkins's arms.

　　 "It was just now that it suddenly screamed, and I saw that you have come back."

　　Miss Miller wanted to reach out to touch the chocolate, but like everyone else, she was avoided.

　　 She didn't force it, but stood aside and watched Jenkins pick up the crow.

　　Ms. Miller came here because the evening class will no longer be held tonight, and she originally wanted to discuss some math problems with Jenkins after class. She came to Jenkins's door half an hour ago. Seeing that he was not there, she wanted to find time to visit again, but who knew that the chocolate wandered out of the house, and she yelled at Miss Miller in the yard with her teeth and dancing claws.

　　Miss Miller was attracted by the cute cat, so she waited till now and has not left.

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　　Since he was a friend and helped himself a moment ago, and no one noticed it at such a late night, Jenkins invited Miss Miller to sit in his home.

　　 As for the crow, according to Miss Miller, this kind of magical creature contracted with humans must avenge the owner to gain freedom after the owner's death. The crow came here for this purpose.

　　 This is the 18th era, and such non-human creatures with sufficient intelligence are not common. Miss Miller offered to buy the corpse of the crow to study. Jenkins thought for a while, but didn't object.

　　 The two discussed in the living room, and Jenkins only charged £12. He originally didn't want money. After all, this wasn't his belongings, but Miss Miller believed that the crow was killed at the door of Jenkins's house as his belongings, and the friendship between the two was not worth such a large sum. If the money is not collected this time, the friendship between the two people will come to an end.

　　 This is indeed a woman who has learned math and learned crazy.

　　 "Does pet have revenge?"

　　 Jenkins thought about it, turned his head and glanced at his cat. Chocolate ignored him, but lay on the softest area of ​​the sofa, shrinking into a small black and white ball, looking sleepy.

　　 The coroner's gift, that is, the piece of meat cut from the corpse, was also let go by Jenkins. Miss Miller is rich and generous. She also knew about the coroner and also visited the "show" earlier last week.

　　 She spent 130 pounds to buy that piece of meat from Jenkins. But she usually goes out and will not carry so many gold pounds with her, so this money will be paid to Jenkins next time.

　　 The friendship between the two can guarantee the money.

　　 "Don’t you worry if you don’t put all your money on you when you go out?"

　　 Jenkins immediately said his question.

"Although some unpleasant things have happened recently in Nolan City, overall law and order is still very good. Especially in such an urban area, in order to ensure that the wealthy gentlemen are not attacked by thieves, the police station patrols every half hour at night. Will patrol once. What are you worried about?"

　　Miss Miller looked at Jenkins strangely, and Jenkins smiled embarrassedly to hide his embarrassment.

　　 After coming to this world, he has always felt insecure, especially on the first day of employment, he encountered a fatal trick, which made the lack of security even more serious. Carrying most of all your belongings on your body is just a performance.

　　 Compared with Miss Miller, Jenkins's "weirdness" is actually more serious.

　　 Through this topic, he also asked Miss Miller for investment advice. However, this lady is leaving Nolan City in the near future and is currently busy looking for tricks and packing her luggage, so there is no effective advice in this regard.

　　 Made some strong tea, Jenkins and Miss Miller discussed arithmetic and geometry in the almost unused study until the early hours of the morning. This lady's mathematics talent is indeed very good, belonging to the one that makes it easy. If she does not have the identity of a benefactor, then this person can definitely make a strong mark in the history of mathematics, and at the same time will make future students who study mathematics hate it.

　　 She also brought a news that Miss Audrey had identified the twine obtained from the spy Robinson. This is a category B [extraordinary] that is only less boring than [Mr. Hunter's fruit plate]: B-10-04-1212, a trap rope for hunters.

　　As long as the rope is hung from the branch and someone walks directly under the rope, then the person will be tied upside down inexplicably as soon as he passes the rope.

　　 not only restricts the branches as hanging objects when functioning, but besides the rope cannot be destroyed, it is not difficult to break the branches or untie the rope. More importantly, it is difficult for [supernatural] items to be given invisible abilities, and a little attention will not be fooled.

　　 It may be able to perform unexpectedly in a certain situation, but for Jenkins, it is really quite boring. Miss Audrey is currently appraising and will work out a distribution plan later this week.

　　Miss Miller is still following A-11-2-3301, the malicious coachman. According to her, the coachman's law of action has been found, and after handling the commission at hand, she intends to set off by car.

　　 As for the current case, the man infected with [Gear Germ] was unfortunately arrested by the Orthodox Church before Miss Miller caught him. Now that the clues are all broken, she decides to start from another direction.

　　 As for what the other direction is, Jenkins is inconvenient to ask more.

　　 It was already one o'clock in the morning when Miss Miller was sent away. Jenkins was wearing slippers and politely lit the gas lamp in the hall to see her off. Miss Miller stood at the door and exchanged a few words with Jenkins before leaving.

　　 "Mr. William, you are really a qualified gentleman."

　　 "Sorry, does this really mean?"

　　 "I mean, we've been talking until this evening tonight, but you haven't at all..."

　　 She laughed suddenly and shook her head slightly: "It's so late, there is something inappropriate about this topic. Good night, Mr. William, may the principles of mathematics help you."

　　 "Good night, Miss Miller, may the light of the sage illuminate your path."

　　 Close the door, Jenkins is still wondering what question Miss Miller wants to ask. He looked at his living room for a moment, and reached out to turn off the light in the hall.

　　 "Oh, maybe I shouldn't be so late and be alone with an unmarried lady. Hathaway has said that this era of madness and shame is a sign of fornication between men and women."

　　 He nodded, thinking that his understanding was not wrong.

　　 "If you think so, Miss Miller is complimenting me, and being alone with the lady in the middle of the night, apart from discussing mathematics, there is no other way to think!"

　　 He kept thinking while putting away the paper and books on the table. Although he is extremely inexperienced in getting along with the ladies, he still has some common sense experience. After all, it's just a low EQ, not a fool.

　　 Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Jenkins's mouth.

"I still have this kind of self-control. Even in this crazy age, I will not be assimilated by these things. Under the glow of the steam age, there is still an extremely ugly side, but what I am after has never been These ones."

　　 looked up at the red and blue twin moons hanging in the sky, then looked at the young face reflected in the mirror hanging in the bedroom, Jenkins hugged the soft cat and went back to sleep.

　　 The metal block that seals the divinity reflects a strange light in the moonlight.

　　PS: Jenkins will not always have such a low EQ (for women), otherwise he would be a fool. People will always grow, and they will change slowly, slowly...

Chapter 239 Chapter 235 Academy

　　 The next day was the reading festival, at seven o'clock in the morning, Jenkins woke up on time. Single men have no bed partners, only cats.

　　 In his pajamas, he went to the door to fetch newspapers and milk, greeted the neighbors who were out to work loudly, and then went to the kitchen to make some fried eggs for breakfast. This started a peaceful day.

　　Nolan First College of Higher Education is located on the west bank of the Westminster River. Riding a carriage across the bridge, watching the awakening city and the people walking by the riverbank, Jenkins not only sighed for the luck of this life.

　　 With the rise of the bourgeoisie and the rapid development of the steam industry, the society has higher and higher requirements for science and technology, and the demand for professional and technical personnel is increasing. The impact of education reform has brought new changes to the traditional closed universities.

　　 In the past ten years in Nolan, at least three universities have been established and maintained to this day. For example, St. Pascatini’s College where Hathaway and Miss Mihail studied is an emerging aristocratic private college, while the Nolan First Higher College where Professor Burns works is the earliest one almost at the same time as the establishment of the kingdom. Batch colleges and universities.

　　 The university of this era does not allow outsiders to enter and exit at will, so the professor has arranged for students to pick Jenkins in at the gate of the college. This is a young male student with freckles and buck teeth. There are some dark blue ink stains on the finger pad of his right hand, but his clothes are very decent, and his family situation should be very good.

　　 stared at Jenkins' face for a long time, the old janitor slowly turned the iron turntable from the inside, and the fence door slowly opened amid the slight sound of gears.

　　 Since meeting Jenkins, young students have been asking about the storybook, and this is also a supporter of the writer. It's just that the category he talks about is not the content of the story, but more meaningful things such as artistic style and social significance. If it hadn’t been known that Professor Burns was a history student, Jenkins would have thought he was a student of literature or sociology.

　　 Nolan First High School did not decline with history, but became stronger. With the recent wave of reforms in the Kingdom’s education sector, money was spent to redeem a block adjacent to the school, which expanded the academy’s area again. Although it is not as good as another university town, it is much stronger in terms of closedness.

　　 Although today is an important religious holiday for some believers, it is not a legal holiday. After eight o'clock, the college has started normal study and work. Jenkins followed the young student Carlson all the way forward, feeling that everyone was watching himself.

　　 "Sorry, is my clothes inappropriate today?"

　　 He asked softly, Carlson shook his head quickly:

　　 "Please don't get me wrong, Mr. Williams. It's because your appearance is too young. You may have misunderstood your classmates. New students are here..."

　　 Yes, even though the college has a very large area, the number of students living in it all the year round is less than four digits.