But he still warned Jenkins that although the tattoo will only affect the consciousness of the holder for a period of time, it will have a permanent effect on the body. If you die with those tattoos on your skin, there is a half chance that the corpse will be transformed into a low-level undead creature.

　　 He probably thought where Jenkins got that kind of thing, and Jenkins acquiesced without objection. He can't say that he was the gift of the brave fight against pirates in the alley last night.

The incident was also taken over by the [Ocean and Exploration] church, but since the deceased was a wanted criminal in the church and the kingdom, the blood in his hands was enough to sentence 100 hangs, so the tracing of the murderer will be possible, but it will not continue. how long. The strange attitude of the Orthodox Church towards unregistered gift recipients does not need to be said. As long as the latter is not deliberately breaking the law, it will not be deliberately targeted.

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Section 310 Chapter 305 The accumulation of wealth is just (2/15)

　　 "Speaking of which, now A-01-1-0034, Mr. Prank's counterfeit shop, has anyone used it?"

　　 Jenkins is still thinking about this.

　　 Dad was eating breakfast. He seemed to have left early this morning. When Jenkins came to the store with his sleepy cat, Dad also happened to be back from outside.

　　 "Miss Bevanna has been there once, but I don't know what she did."

　　 Papa used a fork to fork the meat in the porridge and shook it against the chocolate. Chocolate slowly turned around and changed the direction of lying on his stomach.

　　 "What does your cat usually eat?"

　　 Dad smiled and put the meat into his mouth.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 "Oh, it's the same food as a normal cat."

　　 Sitting in front of the fireplace, Jenkins, who was holding silverware scrubbing, waved to the chocolate. It immediately jumped from the cushion on the counter to Jenkins' feet, and was picked up by his waist.

　　 Daddy curled his lips very concealedly, and then asked: "Last weekend, when you went to apply for the city residence permit for the cat, didn't you encounter a shooting? Didn't Mihail say anything more?"

　　 "She apologized to me when she came to pick up the psychic board yesterday evening, and then said she invited me to a private party."

　　 "You agree?"

　　 "Agree, she seems very sorry that I was implicated that day..."

　　Speaking of this, Jenkins realized that the unsuspecting disaster that day was indeed inseparable from Miss Mihail. But at that time, he only tried to find a way to avenge the maid, and he didn't have time to think about other things.

　　 "Maybe next week's party, she wants to compensate me for something..."

　　 Jenkins thought of this, and then began to think about the recent things related to the "lost military documents", "the secret of the Marquis of Mikhail", and "Miss Miller's investigation commission".

　　 "Party? This is good. Mihail's friends are also aristocratic daughters. You should learn to get along with this kind of lady."

　　 Dad was still chattering. He looked at the door of the antique shop and found that there were no guests there, so he added meaningfully:

　　 "Even if you can't find a suitable marriage partner for the time being, you can try to get along with the ladies first. Temporarily finding a female friend who can communicate in depth is also very useful for the future."

　　 Jenkins did not understand, and continued to concentrate on the silverware in his hand.

　　 "As long as you truly become a god, you will have everything. Now there is no need to deliberately pursue it."

　　 he said to himself. Jenkins believes that he is not a pure-hearted person, on the contrary, he occasionally has unrealistic dreams. But he knows what he wants, and if he really becomes a pseudo-god with a priesthood and capable of producing his own divinity, then he can get what he wants.

　　 This is a more attractive pursuit.

　　 When I returned home in the evening, reading a book wrapped in a quilt on the carpet in front of the fireplace, Miss Miller suddenly visited.

　　 He still wanted some face, so he used an excuse to change into clothes suitable for receiving guests, and hurriedly took back the inappropriate items in the living room to the guest room on the first floor, which allowed her to come in.

　　 Miss Miller still carries the khaki bag, but she brings good news that Jenkins’ potion has found a market.

　　 "It's not a gifter, it's an ordinary person who wants to buy, a very rich ordinary person."

　　 She said so and took three bottles of potion from Jenkins as the first shipment. If the transaction goes smoothly and the other party is satisfied with the effects of these potions, then Miss Miller will transfer the sales channels to Jenkins before she leaves Nolan City.

　　 "This is probably the benefit of having friends?"

　　He is not so happy that he has found a way to make money again, and is planning how to repay Miss Miller's help.

　　 The next few days were extremely peaceful days. Most of the letters sent to Eldron have reached their destination, as can be seen from the extra money in the bank account.

　　 The development of the matter is exactly the same as Jenkins expected. As long as this development is maintained, there is no need to worry about sending letters back. All you need to do is to sit at home, and deposits from citizens of faraway countries can be automatically pooled into your bank account. What could be more wonderful than this?

　　 "Wait, Jenkins, you are not going to take the money! You are not a scammer!"

　　 He often reminds himself like this.

　　 Eldron’s early morning is no different from Nolan’s early morning, but as a city of a thousand trees, the air here is much better than that of Nolan.

　　 The sleepy little Hangleton got up from the bed, pulled out two shoes from the bottom of the bed and put them on his feet, splashed water on his face and went out.

　　 He just wandered around the street idly as he did in the past, planning where to get some food for Mark to fool the day. If you are lucky, I can go to Banana's at night...

　　 "Hi, Hungerton!"

　　 The shouts in the distance made the young man wake up from his fantasy. He took a short walk and ran to the front alley. Several equally dressed young people with cigarettes in their mouths were leaning against the wall and waiting for him.

　　 "What are you doing? As usual?"

　　 Although it is just a gangster on the street, the young and energetic young man still pretends to greet his companions with slang, pretending that he is the real gang leader who haunts the dark.

"as usual."

　　 The boy with a gray hat squatting at the root of the wall also responded with the same "gangster" momentum.

　　 Little Hangleton joined them, stood leaning against the wall, and then found a low-quality cigarette that could be ignited from the lining of the coat.

　　 "Hi, man, do you have a match there?"

　　 he asked his companion on the side. The tall and thin young man glanced at him and twisted his fingers: "A copper."

　　 "Cut~"

　　 Little Hangleton tried hard to make a disdainful expression, but the withered hair leaned back hard. He put the cigarette in front of his nose and sniffed, and looked at the oldest of the group, who was also the nominal leader of the group.

　　 Although a group of small gangsters do not need a leader.

　　 "It seems that I have been short of money recently."

　　 He smiled, and the scar on his face trembled. It is said that this was left when he was in a fire with others, and this scar is also one of the reasons why everyone was convinced that he was the leader.

　　 "Who can not lack Mark?"

　　 The young people talked in a hurry.

　　 "I have heard a very good thing, as long as you send money to a certain address in Nolan, you will get a 100% return soon."

　　 The leader said so, he pressed the half-smoked cigarette on the moist soil, and someone **** there in the middle of the night.

　　 Such a wasteful action made Little Hangleton look envious.

Section 311 Chapter 306 Real Name (3/15)

　　 The leader's words attracted young people, but who would dare to believe such a thing?

　　 "Are you a liar?"

　　 Someone said so quietly. No one dared to oppose the leader head-on. I remember that last time, an unruly kid questioned the scar on the leader's face, which was chopped out by a noble guard during the theft. As a result, the boy never appeared again.

　　 "Huh, Mr. Hicks of Wallit Street, the one who often takes the newspaper and rides in the carriage at the end of the street, he said to his friends himself."

　　The leader couldn't help feeling a little proud when he mentioned this. He squeezed behind a pile of rusty steam pipes in order to pick up the copper on the ground, and then happened to hear the conversation. For young people, what Mr. Hicks, who can ride a carriage every day, said is absolutely correct.

　　 "I plan to try it first."

　　 He said this with a weird emphasis, little Hungerton felt that this was imitating Mr. Mayor who gave a public speech at the Bell Tower last week.

　　 "It's just a few silver coins, I don't care."

　　 He pretended to be generous but said distressedly, this is to maintain dignity in front of everyone. As the son of a hunter, he knew very well that the leader of the beast could never show weakness or indecision in front of his subordinates.

　　 The young people successively expressed that they were willing to try it out, but in the end they collected less than 3 marks.

　　 Little Hangleton watched his five coppers being put into a small bag by the leader. The young man’s dreams, beautiful and magnificent, passionate and presumptuous dreams, are all here.

　　 And Jenkins, who accepted the young man’s dream with ease, is still worried.

　　 The process of making a projection indicator is extremely simple. Miss Magic has already handed him the basic ritual matrix drawing on paper. After going to the black market to buy some materials, the five indicators are completed.

　　Considering the possibility of dealing with Miss Miller in the future, Jenkins also specifically called the Protoss Rakul and asked her how to make a pointer to determine the location of the material world.

　　 Protoss needs guidance to teleport items over long distances.

　　 is still above the sea of ​​stars, the star tide surges up and down with breathing, and the brilliance of silver and blue is diffused in all directions. The transparent body of the Protoss was in front of Jenkins, and she looked a little strange at the new **** in front of her.

　　 "Since you are a god, you should know that the power of the **** is the most effective position calibration."

　　 Jenkins also wanted to get this, but the problem is that he is a false **** who is offline. Although there was still a drop of divinity in his hand, he didn't feel the need to use it for this matter.

　　 "God's power should not only refer to divinity, most of the things related to the gods themselves have strange powers."

　　 Thinking of this, Jenkins began to think about the information or objects he was carrying, which was mysterious enough and directly pointed to him.

　　 Protoss Rakul smiled patiently and looked at her, holding a giant book that was equally transparent in his arms, with no name on it.

"first name......"

　　 Jenkins suddenly got inspiration: "Can my name be a beacon?"

　　 "Of course, the real name of the deity has absolutely terrifying power."

　　 Jenkins nodded, with the palm of his right hand facing upwards, a few drops of ink appeared out of thin air floating above the palm, and then quickly split and moved, writing in a very fancy font:

　　 "Jenkins Williams."

　　 "No, this is not the real name."

The Protoss shook his head slowly: "This is just your human name in the material world, just like my name is Lakul. Both Jenkins and Lakul are just code names. They are code names that have a certain degree of mystery but cannot represent complete power. "

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, and agreed with this truth. He hesitated for a moment, "What language do I need to write my real name in? Are ancient characters like Rocky?"

　　 "No, the real name of a **** or a next-level higher creature can be a symbol, a text, or even a meaningless graffiti. But it must be a name that represents the entire existence, a name that is fully recognized by itself."

　　 While talking, she stretched out her finger to seduce the power of the starry sky. The silver thread formed between the two of them, and when a string of letters in an unknown language was finally formed, a majestic force burst out from the text.

　　 The darkness in front of her eyes, there is no concept of time and space. Then, a light spot representing "all" appeared in front of his eyes. Just when Jenkins was surprised to think that the origin of the star sea was the same as the earth, a thick arm suddenly stretched out of the invisible void.

　　 Just a touch, boundless light and heat burst out, silver and blue light intertwined, radiating in all directions.

　　 The illusion ends here, perhaps because Jenkins, whose soul is in the astral world, has not experienced long-term discomfort, free from the shackles of the flesh.

　　 He shook his head, and saw the light of the entire star sea beating, but before he completely ran away, he was stopped by Rakul.

　　 Even so, the appearance of her real name made her whole body full of light. If Jenkins originally thought she was just a human with a special appearance, then at this time, she can feel the greatness of the creatures created by the longest history.

　　 "I just saw some pictures..."

　　 He hesitated to speak and then stopped, not convinced that he actually saw the scene of the new birth in the star realm.

"Mr. Williams, it is not real. It is an illusion caused by my power and your knowledge. The birth of the star realm is related to the great master, but the reason for its true birth is one of the deepest secrets of the world. It is not It may be so simple, just show it."

The appearance of 　　's real name triggered the power that the Protoss had been suppressing, but her smile was still so moving.

　　 "I understand that this is an illusion, because there is no spirit."

　　 He nodded, that giant hand is Rakul’s new understanding of the astral world, and the only "all" point is his own understanding, which is very reasonable.

　　 He looked at the handwriting on the flower body on his right palm, slammed his fist, and the ink stains turned into black ink dots and dispersed. When he opened his palm again, two square-shaped words rose from the palm of his palm.

　　 originally thought it was just like this, but a second after the text was formed, the purple brilliance flew out from behind Jenkins. The purple line collided with the surrounding silver and blue starry sky, gradually changing its trajectory.

　　 The crackling explosion sounded endlessly, and Jenkins turned his head and looked at the brilliance that shuttled through the stars like fireworks.

　　 After everything calmed down, the square above Jenkins' right hand absorbed all the purple light and shook slightly in his palm.

Section 312 Chapter 307 Chapter 31 (4/15)

　　 "I thought there would be a bigger vision."

　　 Jenkins sighed softly, looking at his name with a complex expression.

　　 "New God, you still lack the priesthood."

　　Rakul said calmly, but when Jenkins wanted to ask something more, she turned her head and looked at the sea of ​​stars next to her with a smile, pretending that what she had just said was not what she said.