Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Chapter 16

   stuck the ceremonial silver dagger to his mouth and prayed in a low voice. Jenkins inspired the ability of [flexible legs and feet] to rush towards the old man, and the black lines broke immediately with a wave of the dagger.

   He immediately backed away, only to see the old man get entangled with the stranger again, and the stranger without the black thread was obviously not his opponent.

"Be careful!"

   Jenkins suddenly reminded him that he saw the yellow object in the stranger's pocket suddenly glowing.

   When it was said that it was too late, then it was fast, and a strange ballad suddenly sounded in my ears. The singer seemed to be a young woman, with a low voice, light and weird, but with a different appeal like a poppy/poppy.

   Daddy fell to the ground, his head dizzy and Jenkins had no choice but to rush to the side again, handing out his fists:

  【Simple boxing! 】

   He didn't want to kill the stranger so easily, he just wanted him to retreat and have a chance to rescue the old man.

   But I didn't expect that as soon as the two fists touched, a huge force came from the opposite side. Jenkins flew back and bumped into the old man's body.

   "I broke my right arm!"

   The singing continued, but the severe pain made Jenkins sober.

   The stranger ignored him and walked towards Mr. Brown's body, so Jenkins had the opportunity to use his left hand to pull out a small piece of metal from the gap between his shirt.

   "Burst Charm!"

   He roared in his heart, desperately injecting spirituality, threw it out when the metal piece was hot, and then hugged his father to the ground.

   After a loud noise, I don't know anything.

   After a brief coma, Jenkins awoke in a heat wave. The surrounding buildings were all set ablaze, and the surrounding area was turned into a sea of ​​flames, while the stranger and Mr. Brown’s bodies had a huge scorched pit.

   "Damn shoddy products, don't you mean discounts?"

Jenkins didn’t care about scolding the profiteer, and immediately got up and returned to the burning house. In a sea of ​​flames, he hurriedly dug out a rag-wrapped thing from the floor in the corner and stuffed it into his arms. It’s good. According to the soil, it was buried The time there shouldn't be short.

   returned to the scene after recovering to try to wake up the old man.

"What's going on here?"

   He woke up soon, also shocked by the surrounding environment.

   "The cultist wanted to examine Mr. Brown's body, and then the body exploded!"

   Jenkins said in horror.

   "Come on, our identity can't be exposed!"

   The panting father asked Jenkins to help him up, picked up Jenkins' silver dagger, and drew a strange symbol on the ground, took out a paper bag folded into a triangle from his arms and threw it on the symbol.

   "May the goddess bless me!"

   He bit his finger and pressed the symbol and shouted softly, then the paper bag spontaneously ignited and disappeared in the weird blue flame.

   "Okay, the news has spread!"

   once again scratched the things on the ground with a silver dagger, and the old man asked Jenkins to go to the scorched corpse to find something "still intact". Then the two supported each other and ran away from the fire with difficulty.

   The alleys around here are very complicated, and coupled with the chaos caused by the fire, no one cared about the two men whose clothes were burnt.

   Jenkins helped his father walk forward while using his ability to heal the two of them.

   This is the first time he is grateful for his ability to be treatment, because when the two pass by the water storage carriage trapped at the entrance of the alley, both of them can walk normally.

Section 36 Chapter 35 Follow-up Impact

   "Will many people die because of this fire?"

   It took a while to completely leave the fire scene, Jenkins was a little uneasy, he lowered his voice and asked his father. At this moment, the lively passers-by, the fleeing residents and the municipal fire brigade wearing black fire-proof suits completely blocked the intersection.

   "Don't worry, the residential area belongs to the dock. At this time, residents have to go out and work to support themselves, but there are also...May the goddess bless them."

   Jenkins looked back at the rising smoke column and the noisy crowd. He doesn't regret what he did just now. If he doesn't throw that charm, the cultist who gets the thing will definitely not let him go.

but......

   His left hand has been in his arms since just now, where he picked up a metal harmonica from the blast hole, and a wooden sculpture wrapped in it.

   The former is a prop for the cultist to utter a strange singing voice, and the latter is left by Mr. Brown, who has no body.

   "Adapt to this world."

   Jenkins sighed sadly to himself, and then silently followed his father, got out of the crowd at the intersection, left behind the people who were yelling, crying, and yelling, and disappeared on the corner of the street.

   The sky, which was originally dim, is now even more dim due to the smoke that has not dissipated for a long time.

   Captain Bincy stood in the ruins burned to white ground, bent down, and rubbed the traces of communication on the ground that were crossed out by Mr. Oliver.

   The firefighters have not left yet. They have pulled up a cordon outside the fire scene to completely prevent the backfire from re-igniting. It is impossible for the police to come, let alone a slum, even if it does, such a fire can destroy all traces.

   "I heard that your people have discovered something amazing?"

   asked the man dressed in black and a black cross embroidered on his chest.

   There is a unique calmness in him, staring at him as if staring at a quiet coffin.

"Yes, the statue of [Hundreds of Glory Lords] handed down from the last epoch has now been temporarily sealed. The local gang smuggled it as an ordinary antique. As a result, the followers of the evil **** came over after hearing the news. Our people bumped into each other."

   Captain Bincy explained, stood up and clapped his hands, and walked to the pothole left by the explosion with the man in black.

"According to the report and the results of the current on-site inspections, the unregistered gang leader should have carried items that would explode if the owner died. These desperate guys are always like this... but fortunately [Trivia] [Extraordinary] [Gifts] None of them can be destroyed by ordinary explosions."

   "Ordinary explosion?"

   Black-clothed man/Standing beside Binxi, several teams of law enforcement officers from the Orthodox Church appeared near the fire. Everyone is active in Nolan and knows each other, so simply say hello to each other.

   "What explosion can cause this kind of result, **** it! That gangster carried twenty bursting charms with him? Or did he stuff the steam bomb in his body?"

   The man in black scolded.

   "I don't know, that statue is very strange, all the backtracking and divination have been led to outrageous results."

   Binxi looked around the fire scene. The poor people who suffered because of the loss of their homes or family members were stopped outside the fire scene, looking at all this with a numb expression.

"The Cthulhu statue was recovered by our people. On the wanted list, the cultist [flesh puppets] who was offered a reward of 1,000 pounds was also killed. We even found the [Light Chaser Club] a stronghold in this city. . It's a very good result..."

   "Huh, more than 30 people died or disappeared because of this fire, and at least 200 people lost their homes. The golden pound that the municipal government needs to pay for the aftermath is even more unimaginable."

   There was sarcasm on the face of the man in black.

"Yup."

   Binxi nodded, and turned blankly around to look at the Requiem from the [Death and End] church:

"Are you taunting me? But it is not our fault. Moreover, the two heroes who intercepted the statue and killed the cultists donated most of the rewards. The church is responsible for appeasing the people who have lost their property. . Although there is no guarantee to make up for everyone’s losses, at least it can ensure that they will survive this winter safely."

   There was a moment of silence.

   It’s always like this in summer. Unexpected raindrops fell on the face of the Requiem. He calmly shook his head and whispered:

   "May the deceased be peaceful and see the end in death!"

   "May the sages bless, and your brilliance will illuminate the way for mankind!"

This whole thing was like a dream for Jenkins. He experienced the first battle between the benefactors, the first murder, and the first fire in a densely populated area, but the result was only two gains. Only one item was handed in, and the subsequent events had nothing to do with him.

   He only later learned that the stranger who was able to resist bullets/bullet was called a "flesh puppet", and he was a member of the [Cluster Club] who believed in the evil **** [Billions of Glory Lord]. Through an ancient evil ritual, he refines his body into a puppet, and his soul manipulates the body like a machine. This method caused him to be trapped at level 4 for a long time, unable to improve. But even if the strength is not high, it has been on the Orthodox Church's most wanted list three years ago because of its near-immortality characteristics and the fact that the methods are fierce and murderous.

   was able to kill him this time, thanks to "Brown's bomb".

   This is the conclusion of the old man and everyone. Because the results of the divination were/disturbed and the fire destroyed many traces, they could not think of the truth of the matter at all. It was just an inferior burst spell.

   Although [Flesh Puppets] were not killed by Jenkins and Oliver, the bounty is still counted on their heads.

   Dad felt that he had only entangled the cultists for a while, but Jenkins was out of guilt, so the two discussed it and donated most of the bounty.

   This matter is done by the church, so don’t worry about donations going to unused places.

   The Church of Orthodox God offers a reward of 1,000 pounds for cultists, plus a reward of 300 pounds for murderers from the police station. Dad set aside 20 pounds for himself as a nutrition expense for his injuries, but Jenkins didn't ask for a copper penny.

   When he returned home that evening, he was unharmed. The fracture of his right arm was cured after the two returned to the old antique shop. The specific step is that the old man reset Jenkins' broken bones, and he uses his ability to treat directly. This is also the best news of the day.

   There are also gains, not only to eradicate cultists, but to seize evil items. The thing that was sneaked away by him is still in his arms.

Section 37 Chapter 36 Book Negotiation

   Jenkins carefully checked the thing one night. It was a black metal block with silver lines on the surface, forming 54 small grids on six surfaces. If it weren't for turning, Jenkins would think it was a Rubik's Cube.

   He was disappointed to find that he had no idea what a standard cube metal block could do. It's hard to imagine that in this era, you can see such a standard cube. Jenkins even feels that it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a laboratory standard accessory.

   He can only hide the cube under his bed with [Mr. Hunter's fruit plate] and the unknown blue feather, hoping to find clues from the church materials in the future.

   As for the remaining two [Minor Burst Talisman], he was still cautiously carrying them.

   "Goddess, don't explode these shoddy props!"

   No one found a thing missing on the scorched earth. The fire and explosion destroyed many clues, including the traces left by Jenkins in a hurry.

He still didn’t know exactly what the contended statue was for, but three days later, the father informed that the seized harmonica had been named in the data, B-05-3-0123, [the last of the suicides] Chanting]. The large library under the church can be partially opened to him, and once he is promoted to the first-level gift, he can immediately choose a church-specific magical ability. This made Jenkins faintly guessed the value of the statue, but the thing that caused the disaster had nothing to do with him anymore.

   Life calmed down again. As a secret non-combat semi-civilian under the church, cultists, illegal associations and other things were not involved with Jenkins. He and Dad are only the initiators of this incident, and the follow-up matters have nothing to do with them.

The matter outside Nolan has not yet been resolved, and the combatants of the Orthodox Church in this city have not returned; the evil spirits of Nolan’s Fifth Public Hospital are temporarily trapped, and the support from the royal capital is still on the road; those who appeared at night The big octopus has already caused panic among the citizens. Although they don't know the truth, the disappearance rate of Nolan City at night is rising rapidly, but it is obvious.

   Jenkins has been distressed recently that the weather has not cleared up, so there is no way to talk about the party. So he was completely at ease. On the one hand, he experienced a strange feeling that was indescribable when copying tadpoles, which made his process of accumulating spirits more smoothly; while following his father to learn about antiques and occultism, Both of these are very complicated knowledge.

   It has been a week since the fire in the slums of the docks. This incident did not cause a lot of waves in the city. The deaths of dozens of poor ghosts were not enough to shock the city.

   On this day, Jenkins rode a carriage to Dad’s antique shop as usual. Dad brought him two good news.

First of all, following the clues found in the incident a week ago, the church completely destroyed the [Light Chaser Club]’s local stronghold. The man who was shot by Jenkins was also identified, so he received another 100 pounds bounty. —The man’s body was burned like a matchstick before, and no one knows who it is.

   On the other hand, the bookseller that Dad contacted finally got results.

   Although the identities of the two cannot be revealed, Oliver in the antique shop is a believer in [Inheritance of the sage]. The neighbors around you know that, so even if you find a bookseller with a good relationship, you won’t be suspicious.

   "This is Mr. Bro from [Robin Press]."

   Daddy introduced to Jenkins, the well-dressed publisher politely reached out and shook his hand, and then the two went to the lounge on the second floor of the store to discuss specific details.

   "Mr. William, I admire talented young people like you very much."

   Mr. Blow made his first noise, and his white teeth were more dazzling than combed bright hair.

  Because of the guarantee from the church, the discussion between the two did not last long. After a few words of greeting, they went directly to the topic.

   Mr. Bro said frankly that he thinks Jenkins's fairy tales are "very interesting" and is willing to print 300 copies in advance and distribute them in Nolan City. As a publisher, he not only owns his own printing plant, but also has relationships with bookstores in the city. Even newcomers like Jenkins can get a certain recommendation.

   Jenkins also knows that he is a newcomer writer, and publishing is a good thing, so under the bargaining price, he is willing to pay 30 pounds as an initial investment in publishing, but the first batch of printing has to be added to 500 copies, and at the same time, there must be illustrations in the books.

   This is unreasonable in Mr. Blow's view. The cost of making illustrations and engraving plates may be higher than the cost of movable type printing plates. This is not unhealthy reading under Jenkins' bed. It can print four digits at a time, so it can be well-made and stereotyped, but Jenkins is only a small number.

  Because of printing illustrations, Jenkins also has high requirements on the quality of the paper, so the final price of the published book will not be very cheap. In this way, readers who may buy storybooks are only the middle-class and above groups with spare money and children at home. No one knows whether Jenkins' book will be loved by them.

   But in Jenkins' view, there is no way out for a fairy tale book without pictures. Anyway, now that he has money again, he finally proposed to pay for the production of engravings, but the books should be paid for the copyright in the form of share.

   "Yes, yes, so I take a lot less risk."

   Mr. Bro nodded helplessly.

   He quickly contacted several professional painters, and Jenkins also specially asked his father for a long time off to meet them. One of them was actually a young man who sold rings on Jenkins's first day at work.

   "He is really a student of the Art Institute, my father guessed wrong."

   Jenkins thought, but did not choose him. Because his style of painting tends to be abstract and curiosity, it belongs to the kind that normal people will have to do a mental test after seeing it for a long time, and the asking price is somewhat high, which does not meet the requirements of Jenkins. If one day Jenkins is not afraid of being wanted by the church and wants to write a Cthulhu-style storybook, he will consider this one.

   The one who finally reached a cooperation with him was an old painter Grant. He himself was the painting teacher of the noble lady. Because the unbelievable children were trapped in the casino, he came out to earn some extra money to subsidize the family.

   He likes Jenkins' fairy tales very much, and he can easily understand the requirements of "warmth, innocence, childishness, and non-realism" that Jenkins said. The most important thing is that the asking price is very reasonable.

   It took several days for the two to finally decide to match each story with a picture. This is crazy behavior in Mr. Brow's eyes, but who makes Jenkins pay for it himself?

Section 38 Chapter 37 Sewer Black Market

   This behavior greatly increased the cost of the book, but the old painter Grant thought it was the real fairy tale book. He talked with Jenkins very much, and even thought that Jenkins had the qualities to be a great artist. He promised Jenkins that after the book was published, he would promote it to his students, which at least guaranteed that the fairy tale collection would not be left unattended.

   The issue of publishing was solved like this. Not only did Jenkins fail to get a penny, he ended up posting 50 pounds.