Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins was summoned to the church to preside over the ceremony in the early morning of the weekend last week, because Miss Bevana left the city and went to Greentown to settle the matter.

　　 But even if Miss Bevanna went there in person, the murderer managed to escape. But fortunately, he did not have time to commit more cases, so the power drawn from the killing was also very scarce.

　　 After running out of the green town, the church learned through divination that he had fled to the mountainous area east of Nolan. And because the current main power of the diocese is entangled by the vampire species and the evil **** son, this matter has to be put aside temporarily, which is also a last resort.

　　 After lunch, the old man asked Jenkins to look at the store for a while, and he was going to the church to pick up some things. I came back without any delay. When I opened the door, I carried a wooden carrying box painted vermilion in his hand.

　　 "Isn't there some snacks in it?"

　　 Jenkins made a little joke, but no one, including chocolate, thought it was funny.

　　 Seeing the old man carefully put the box on the counter, the chocolate habitually stood up, sneaked up to the box and sniffed, and then the whole cat's expression was distorted.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Although there was a delay in the miserable cry, Jenkins was still taken aback. It swiftly jumped off the counter, asked Jenkins to pick it up, and then desperately buried the cat's head in Jenkins' arms to show his disgust with the taste.

　　 "What's inside this?"

　　 Although he didn't smell any strange smell, he still stood far away subconsciously.

　　 "The smell is really bad."

　　 The old man touched his nose with lingering fear: "I remind you, when you return to the church at night, don't go to the corner of the east side underground, unless you don't want to have dinner anymore."

There are two layers inside the 　　 carrying box, separated by a small partition. Each layer is padded with a thick cotton cloth, and lying on the cotton cloth are a total of six glass test tubes.

The source of the soaring stench is the test tubes. Jenkins and Dad checked that they were in the warehouse behind, otherwise no guests would dare to visit the door in these two days.

　　 Dad said that with the passage of time, the stench will also diminish. After three days, there will be almost no smell, and you can take them with you.

　　 "So, what exactly is this?"

　　 "[Hemolytic toxin]."

　　 Daddy closed the lid of the carrying box to block the light yellow liquid, and then quickly ran to the yard outside the warehouse to take a breath of fresh air with Jenkins.

"You probably haven't heard of it. This is the nemesis of the vampire race. Even a demigod vampire species that absorbs a whole tube of toxins into the blood will undoubtedly die. Of course, it is difficult for us to find this kind of opportunity, so the church The toxins are distributed in the hope that we can use these liquids to dispose of our weapons to create additional damage to the blood-sucking species."

　　 "Okay, I understand. However, it is better to wait until the smell is clear before processing, oh, sage, I want to vomit again."

　　 Jenkins has obtained all the information about [Hemolytic Toxin] from the Protoss Rakkur, but according to the knowledge Rakkur gave, the finished hemolytic toxin should not have such a serious smell.

　　 He was puzzled by this, but the old man said that the church had tested it with human infected people captured on the night of the blood moon a few days ago, and the traits they showed were exactly the same as Jenkins knew. Therefore, he can only guess that the source of the smell is due to the subtle variation of certain plants of the same species in ancient and modern times.

　　 The two of them walked back to the shop again while talking about the death of the test product injected with hemolytic toxin. There were still no guests, only the chocolate left the counter and lay on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

　　 "Speaking of which, is there a pharmacist in Nolan Parish? I remember that none of the five local churches have such a professional."

　　 "Old Jack just arrived in Nolan last night, and the Holy See sent him to Nolan to help refine the hemolytic toxin."

　　 After finishing speaking, he added; "For his own business, I hope you haven't forgotten the letters from the previous few weeks."

　　Old Jack wants Jenkins to help make a rare potion. This happened last month.

　　 "I understand... do you need me to help make [hemolytic medicine]? I can also make some simple medicines now."

"No need to."

　　 Daddy waved his hand, "Old Jack said, what you are making now is the simplest healing potion, which has no technical content. The hemolytic potion is very complicated, so you should not participate in it."

　　 Potion [Witch’s Kiss] is not very well-known, after all, it can also be used as a booster in the boudoir. I have to say that the old Jack’s consideration is really thoughtful.

　　 The investigation report on the blood moon incident the night before has also been completed. When Dad went to the church at noon, he heard a few words from his colleagues, so he also knew something.

　　 "I heard that the three vampires that appeared the night before were all handsome, contrary to those recorded in ancient books."

　　 Yes, Jenkins just heard that, after all, he stayed in the church that night.

　　 "There is no problem with the record in the book, it should be a special item was used, which is also pointed out in the report."

　　 Daddy guessed uncertainly, but Jenkins was sure it was definitely not, because he didn't see anything related to the disguise through his own eyes that night.

　　 Towards the evening, Jenkins was attacked by the cat's claws for making a false statement requesting chocolate to lose weight. Dad thinks that chocolate is very healthy when viewed as a kitten. Although it usually eats a lot, a considerable part of it is used for its own growth, so there is no need to lose weight.

　　 Jenkins apparently agrees with his father's views, but still retains his own opinions in his heart. After all, this cat seems to have developed the habit of eating at will. This must be corrected.

　　While fighting with chocolate, the antique shop came today's first customer, which surprised the old man who was about to close the shop early.

　　The guest is an old woman, wearing a purple old-fashioned gown and a straw hat that will only be used in summer. It is hard to imagine how this dressing taste is developed.

　　 There are many wrinkles on her face, her mouth is also wrinkled together, and she has a pair of round glasses on her face, but judging from the style of the handbag she is carrying and the cane that is suspected to be embedded with gold wire, this lady should be of extraordinary origin.

　　 Jenkins looked outside through the window, and he saw a private carriage parked across the street. A sturdy coachman who looked like a bodyguard was looking vigilantly on both sides of Fifth Queen's Road.

Section 556 Chapter 547 Clues to Thrift Store (6/10)

　　 "Hello, guest, can I help you?"

　　 Seeing a visitor, Jenkins took the initiative to greet him. Chocolate also temporarily gave up the fight with Jenkins, planning to wait for him to rest before continuing.

　　 "Hello, I want to ask you to help me find something."

　　 Her voice was unexpectedly clean, without the dullness and adhesions characteristic of old people, which seemed a little inconsistent with the appearance of age.

　　 walked to the counter with a cane, fumbled in the purse for a while, and found a small red box on the counter. After opening it with a slap, lying on the flannel lining is a shield-shaped silver product.

　　 This is not a badge, but only a scaled shield. But it is indeed an antique, because the family crest on the surface of the shield belongs to the famous ducal family of the ancient Xicali Empire. If it is identified as genuine, the value may exceed 100 pounds.

　　 "I bought this from a small store half a year ago. The owner said that it was originally a pair and promised to help me find another one, but I went to the store last month and it was closed."

　　 She explained her intentions and hoped that the old antique shop could help find the other pair.

　　 Although this kind of commission is rare, but it is also within the scope of the antique shop, the old man will naturally agree:

　　 "Okay lady, then what is the name of that store, maybe I can inquire about his purchase channel among my colleagues."

　　 "Oh, of course. The name of the store is the name of the owner-Carmel thrift store!"

　　 Jenkins and Dad were taken aback at the same time, isn’t this...

　　 He blinked his eyes and looked at the small shield lying on the flannel, and he saw a strong red aura.

　　 How many special items were sold in the Carmel thrift store, and to whom they were sold? Because the church did not find the account books, it was unable to give a definite number. But there must be a lot of people living in the hands of ordinary people, so the old man received a notice a few days ago to be more cautious about those items of unknown origin... I didn't expect to encounter one.

　　 "Is it a thrift store? Sorry, ma'am, then I have to appraise this item first to determine if it is really an antique we think."

　　 After obtaining the guest's consent, the old man took out his monocle. Putting on his gloves and watching for a few minutes, from his expression, Jenkins was sure he had discovered what it was.

　　 "Well, yes, there are obvious traces, it's true."

　　 The old man nodded cautiously, took the small shield and put it back in the box, and then said respectfully:

　　 "Madam, this is indeed an item passed down from the Drummer family in the late Guxicali Kingdom. Your luck is really good!"

　　 "Then can you accept the commission?"

　　 asked the elderly lady.

"of course!"

　　 He reclosed the box and pushed it back to the guest:

　　 "You can take this back. You can come here again in a week. I think one week is enough time for me to determine if I can find another item."

　　 "That's great."

　　 She put her hand into her handbag, took out two five-pound notes as a deposit, then nodded to the old man and Jenkins, then turned and left.

　　 "Don't you recycle it now?"

　　 Seeing the carriage on the opposite side of the street slowly drive away, Jenkins couldn't wait to ask.

　　 "No, it's too eye-catching to recycle now. You can't do such a thing in this special period."

　　He took out a piece of paper from the counter, checked the front and back with only shallow cat paw prints, and then handed it to Jenkins:

　　 "Draw it down."

　　 "Huh? Oh."

　　 Jenkins nodded, concentrated, and bet on the paper the appearance of the front of the silver shield that he had just observed.

　　 "Just let the church send someone to recycle it, hoping to find some new clues."

　　 Even though I said that, neither Dad nor Jenkins had great hopes of being able to rely on these tracing thrift shops.

　　 The meeting time of the mutual assistance team for the supernatural incident is at 8 o'clock on Friday night in a new theater that is under maintenance in the west of the city.

　　 This thing is very strange. After all, Jenkins can't find a reason to explain that a group of **** people will run to such a remote place to meet at such a late hour.

　　 But thinking of Mr. Nellie's request, participants must wear masks to prevent their privacy from being leaked. Jenkins guessed the time and place of the concealment, also to protect those who are in misfortune.

　　 After dinner, he was still not determined whether he should go. But thinking about the shield incident this afternoon, I guessed in my heart that the mirrors held by the mutual aid group might have flowed from that second-hand shop, so I tended to find out.

　　 "Chocolate, do you think I should go?"

　　 He sat on the edge of the bed and asked the kitten bathed in moonlight.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate responded lazily.

　　 "Well, there is nothing tonight anyway."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Cat did not actually make any comments.

　　 After making up his mind, he still avoided the church guards through the roof of the library. In order to prevent missing time, he chose to ride a unicorn and flew directly.

　　 Flying objects shrouded in black smoke under the night sky are difficult to spot on the ground. As long as you choose a remote place when landing, there is no safety problem.

　　 In the city of Nolan, the next largest Opera House in the suburbs is the La Scala Opera House, the destination tonight. Jenkins has not heard of the reason for the decoration here, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

　　 He landed from the night sky and walked out behind the thick logs piled up behind the theater. I tidyed up my collar, and then put on the prepared mask with great effort.

　　 felt a little boring, only then realized that this mask can only show the eyes.

"Ok......"

　　 After thinking about it, he took off the mask again, first put on a black robe, and then burned the entire mask with flaming fingers to only cover the upper half of his face. Since Jenkins has never done anything like this, Jenkins's craftsmanship is very poor, the lower edge of the mask is uneven and there are burnt black marks.

　　 But if you look at it as a whole, the black mask complements the traces on the lower edge, but it has a weird beauty.

　　 "That's it."

　　 He put on the mask again, took out the small mirror he was carrying and looked at it, and then walked towards the shadowed building.

　　Since the agreed location is here, of course the host has opened the small door at the back. Jenkins guessed that the owner of the theater may have something to do with someone in the mutual aid group.

Some candles and matches were placed behind the iron door that opened a gap. This was also prepared by the organizer for the participants. Jenkins bent down and picked up the one with the longest candle heart. After lighting it, he walked into the dark passage. Inside.

Section 557 Chapter 548 Transparent Cat (7/10)

　　 After entering from the back door of the Opera House, he did not encounter a fork in the road. After walking for less than two minutes, he could hear the whispered conversation coming from the front.

　　 Jenkins quickly walked forward holding the candle, and found these sounds coming from behind a closed black wooden door. Take a step back and hold a candle to illuminate the house number. The general text written on it is:

　　【Theatre-3】

　　 "Yes, this is the address given by Mr. Nellie."

　　 He nodded, then tapped on the door with his fingers twice.

　　 The sound inside the door stopped immediately. When I counted silently from 1 to 16, the door was opened. Standing in front of Jenkins were people of medium-sized heads, thin bodies, and also wearing masks. But what he held in his hand was not a candle, but an old-fashioned oil lamp.

　　 He nodded and motioned for Jenkins to go in. The latter held the candle high, and the yellowish light illuminated the small space in the backstage of the theater. The two went through the curtain one after the other, and saw that on the large stage, there were already five masked people sitting together in a circle.

　　 Seeing some chairs stacked on the side of the stage, Jenkins wanted to go over and pull one, but the man who led him in reached out and stopped him.

　　 "Sorry..."

　　 This is a delicate man’s voice, but he can’t tell his age. His pause was to distinguish Jenkins' gender, to choose an appropriate title, and he quickly reached the correct conclusion.

"Sorry, sir. Before you become one of us, we must make sure that you are also troubled and come here to ask for help. I'm really sorry, we must prevent those annoying Reporters or other idlers participate in fake identities, everyone here has their own difficulties, and they don’t want others to know their identities."

　　 "I understand, how do I confirm?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice.