Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Near the evening, Captain Binxi also came and gave a black briefcase to the old man. He informed Jenkins that Miss Bevana's fighting class was available tonight, and asked him not to be late.

Chapter 726 Chapter 712

　　 "Miss Bevanna's injury is completely healed?"

　　 The flames of the fireplace reflected his young profile, and Jenkins took care of him by the way.

　　 "I don't know, maybe you can ask yourself."

　　 Captain Bincy replied.

　　 said goodbye to my father after get off work, and instead of going home for dinner, I found a restaurant nearby. After eating, we rode in a carriage to Sophisto Avenue, where the Neisser Bros United Bookstore is located.

　　 He was worried about being recognized, so he put on a black robe before entering the bookstore.

　　 Just as Mr. Bro said, Jenkins's book is placed in the most conspicuous position, which can be seen from the window outside the store. There were more people in the bookstore near the evening, and Jenkins observed that most people would stop for a while before "Frozen".

　　 He is not sure if this is because of the well-composed cover or because his name is in the most obvious place, maybe both factors.

　　 "Oh, William's new book."

　　 When Jenkins was standing there looking at the cover of the book, the passing guests whispered, sounding a bit sarcasm. Jenkins is now a well-known person, and it is no surprise that this happened.

　　 Of course, a passing guest would not know who the fat middle-aged man beside him was, but he also stopped and looked at the row of books being displayed. Jenkins squinted at him. At first glance, he felt a little familiar. After a few seconds, he remembered that the two had met once a few months ago.

　　 That seems to be a memory from a long time ago. Miss Mikhail invited him to attend the reading salon organized by the devil, and there were many other writers besides Jenkins.

　　 Because of female companions and other reasons, a small number of people are quite unkind to the fledgling him. This includes a man with a mustache. Although the two moustaches are gone now, Jenkins still remembers him. His masterpiece is "The Romance of the Palace."

　　 It is worth mentioning that Jenkins only later learned that this is an **** novel. At that time, Miss Mihaier and Miss Hesha, who were not familiar with each other, advised him not to associate with such people.

　　 "Since he can appear here, it means that although he participated in that reading salon, the church still believes that he has nothing to do with the twin devil."

　　 He made an inference in his mind and planned to leave now, but now that he meets an interesting person, it is better to stop and listen to his opinion.

　　 "Williamt?"

　　 Jenkins repeated the tone of the man just now: "Huh, but a lucky guy. I don't want to criticize the church, but anyone who gets the knowledge and support of the church, I think it will be so successful."

　　 In order to avoid making the mistake of making shallow words, he deliberately spoke in a very low voice. And he stepped forward, pretending that he didn't see anyone at the back and right of his body.

　　 Sure enough, the person behind him took the bait:

　　 "You are right, Williams' success is not his own success."

　　 Jenkins immediately turned his head in surprise, as if only then discovered that there was someone behind him. But his expression quickly became calm again, because the person behind him had the same opinion as himself.

　　 "Do you think so too?

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "Of course, to be honest, sir, I even know this famous young writer."

　　 "Dingding and famous" should be ironic here.

"You can't imagine the reason for his success? Maybe everyone won't believe it, but before last summer, this was just a gangster running around on the street, he~ later somehow became an antique shop. The apprentices also tricked the two noble ladies with fancy words. Only then did they climb into the relationship with the church and gained the current reputation."

　　 Jenkins doesn't know where he heard these things, the logical sequence is completely wrong.

　　 "Miss Noble?"

　　 He asked a rhetorical question again, and then asked and replied: "If it is true, that would be too enviable, and William's luck is indeed good."

While talking, 　　 exaggeratedly raised his right hand:

　　 "Poor boy and noble lady, interesting topic."

　　 "Huh~ lucky."

　　 The man next to him said with a chuckle. He still wanted to say something ironic, but he saw a middle-aged fat man who was talking together and bent over and picked up one of the books.

　　 "Don't you also like Williams?"

　　 "Of course. But I am really interested in this person now, I want to buy this one, maybe I can research the source of his luck."

　　 After speaking, regardless of the reaction of the person behind him, he went straight to the counter to check out.

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　Miss Bevanna’s injury is probably completely healed, at least Jenkins could not observe the bruises on her arm caused by divine power with the naked eye.

　　 When they met in her office, the woman was working on some documents with her head down, making Jenkins wait for a while.

　　 She also told Jenkins that what happened in Blizzard Mountain Villa has now been processed. Among them, the Kingdom of Cheslan was ready to pay the bounty after receiving the key keeper buried by the snowstorm, that is, the body of the serial killer, and the investigation of the mountain village doctor was at a deadlock.

On the one hand, the information submitted by Jenkins is not uncommon necromantic information, which has greatly hindered the tracing using this as a clue; on the other hand, the apartment that Mr. Decker rented two years ago has been affected by the fact that last summer. The entire land collapsed due to the torrential rain. The landlord’s family was unfortunately killed because of this accident. Worse still, the apartment’s accommodation records were missing. Now no one knows who left those things inside the wall.

　　 In addition, because Jenkins did not report anything about Quik and his body was missing, the police directly judged him to be dead.

But Quirk’s father, the old Count who is now far away in Bel Dylan, said that he would not accept this result at all, because Franklin Quirk was the only son of the fifty-year-old man and the only one of the entire Quirk family. Heir.

　　 "Wait, you dirty people, you despicable murderers, wait, wait for the Quirk family's revenge!"

　　 This is what Miss Bevanna said, the original words of Earl Quick.

　　 "Then what does he want to do?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"The church doesn't care about what he wants to do. You don't have to worry. Even if he wants revenge, he won't find you. After all, you are not the organizer and venue provider of that trip. The kingdom will appease Earl Quirk. Emotions, I hope he will not do irrational things."

　　Miss Bevana did not go on, but since she has indicated that the kingdom is paying attention to him continuously, it means that the kingdom also knows that the old earl may do irrational things.

　　PS: The point of intermission is not what Jenkins experienced, but what happened to Jenkins. Please remember the three murderers in the intermission: the doctor who accidentally obtained the necromantic information in the Shire, the key keeper of the murderer half a century ago, and the nobleman Quik who knew the demon and the bloodsucking species at the same time.

　　 These three people will all have an influence on the story of this volume.

　　 The next slyland is probably arranged after Chapter 30.

Chapter 727 Chapter 713 Skeletons in the Cemetery

　　 Everyone involved in Blizzard Mountain Villa's affairs is more or less powerful. And once Earl Quick wants to do something, everyone will respond strongly.

"I don’t know the chance of Quick becoming a gifter, but as far as the situation is concerned, it has nothing to do with the Quick family. It’s really interesting. Now the perpetrator has become a victim, and I can’t tell the only truth. Perhaps the relatives of the perpetrators will retaliate against the victims for this, and the victims may even think that this is justified revenge."

　　 Jenkins was thinking about this funny thing, and couldn't help but want to express an exclamation. But now is definitely not a good opportunity, because Miss Bevanna is right in front of her.

　　The prank in front of the hot spring is still fresh in his memory, so when the fighting class started, he still had doubts.

　　 The two definitely can't wear thick cotton clothes for sports. When Chi/Guo’s arms touched, he hesitated. But seeing that Miss Bevanna looked normal, she blamed herself for thinking too much.

　　 After returning from the trip, it seems that the strange people active in Nolan City disappeared. Tuesday’s day was also a calm day. Except for hearing about the gangsters in the dock area from the old man, and the sudden high-profile operation since yesterday, nothing worthy of Jenkins’s attention has happened.

　　Those gangsters actually don't need to worry, they are just a group of ordinary people. The information obtained by the old man showed that due to the aftermath of the blood-sucking incident, one of their important umbrellas was captured and seized by the Orthodox Church, which caused other forces coveting the profits of the wharf to move around. Without even taking action at Stilwell Field, those who stared at the sweet buns would solve their troubles.

　　 In the afternoon, Aunt Sally from the shop next door came to the antique shop and exchanged some cash for the old man, and talked about the tax issue on Fifth Queen's Avenue. Aunt Sally’s shop has existed for a shorter period of time than the old antique shop, but compared with other shops, it is definitely an aboriginal on this street.

　　 A few decades ago, taxation was not so complicated, but nowadays various taxes make these small shop owners often complain. Even people like the old man who do not live on the operating income of the antique shop often talk to Jenkins about the heavier taxation every year.

As for the whereabouts of taxes, it is very interesting. On the one hand, the three kingdoms are not as peaceful as Jenkins imagined, and military expenditures account for a huge proportion; on the other hand, the kingdom’s corruption situation is worrying, even if the queen and parliament regularly New administrative orders are issued for governance, but the effectiveness of those administrative orders is not much different from last year's air protection bill, and there is no effect at all.

　　 Because he was going to the city hall to report and register for the store's new year's business, and at the same time inquired about the store's tax refund, he left work today an hour earlier. Jenkins still remembered that he had not found a gift in the abandoned cemetery, so after bidding farewell to his father, he went straight to the outskirts of Nolan.

　　 Compared with coming here last month, the scenery seems to be fixed at that point in time and has not changed. Stepping on the deep snow and pushing open the only decorative broken fence gate of the cemetery, the parts of Mr. Clark and the first corpse of the dagger are still lying there in the corner.

　　 After confirming this, he felt more relieved, turned around and wanted to go to the underground secret room again, but found that another person came in the distance.

　　 No, it was not a human being, at least after approaching Jenkins, he realized that it was not a human being. It was just the skeleton of a human corpse, with worn-out cloth hanging on its body. It stepped on the snow and walked into the abandoned cemetery, as if not paying attention to Jenkins, walking back and forth in the park.

　　 "Meow~"

　　Chocolate means that it doesn't like this thing.

　　After coming to this fantasy world, Jenkins saw this "common" undead creature for the first time.

　　 It's strange that the one in front of you appears here, because there is no corpse in the cemetery that is enough to revive the undead, except for the corpse that was born there first. It is even less likely to be a member of the Augustus family cemetery on the other side of the mountain. That old cemetery has the blessing of death. Unless the corpse is transported out of the cemetery and is interfered with by the powerful spirit of life, the corpse will be permanently asleep.

　　 Jenkins and the cat looked at the skeleton walking in the cemetery without anyone else, as if they wanted to measure the land. The bones that make up it appear a tough ancient gray, and the bones in every part are intact and clean. On the surface of the bones, there are looming runes wandering around like water droplets, and its skull is wrapped with a light gray thing, which is the fragment of the soul that drives the action of the body.

　　 In Jenkins's eyes, this skeleton appears extremely thin black, and it is difficult to tell where it came from. Although knowing that investigating this thing in depth would cause trouble, this time he was willing to take the initiative:

　　 "This land belongs to me!"

　　A stingy apprentice in an antique shop, not allowing any strange things to appear on his own land.

　　 He originally wanted to hide his figure and follow the skeleton, but it didn't seem to have eyesight, and he didn't stop even if he passed by Jenkins.

　　 After making a round in the cemetery, the skeleton stopped by the mound where the first corpse of the dagger was buried. But only stayed for less than half a minute, then turned and left to continue walking.

　　 Judging by the footprints on the snow, it has almost set foot on every corner here, and then left the fence gate and walked far away along the way it came.

"let's go!"

　　 This sentence is for chocolate, but in fact chocolate has always been on Jenkins's shoulder, so this sentence is not necessary at all.

　　 One person, one cat, with a camouflage image and fur color, is far behind the skeleton, watching it walk away from Nolan. Almost half an hour later, I arrived at a dead wood where Jenkins had never been in the future.

　　 It is winter now, and the branches without branches and leaves stretch out in all directions like the withered fingers of a witch. Jenkins was relatively tall and had to lower his head and use his hands to poke away those dead branches. This would also cause the snow on the branches to fall to his hair and neck, but fortunately his fingers did not hurt as a result.

　　 There is a small clearing in the middle of this dry forest, and the skeleton will not move when he walks there. Jenkins leaned on the trunk of the tree and looked sideways to observe from a distance, but saw the skeleton suddenly turned around, and the black hole was aimed at him.

　　 "I... don't care... who you are..."

　　 Its voice is intermittent, like a dead old man. But the sound is more like rubbing the glass with your nails, and the goose bumps on Jenkins' arms are all up.

Chapter 728 Chapter 714 Death and Life

　　The afterglow of the setting sun filled the woods on the outskirts of the city. One person and one skeleton looked at each other, and the man's heart was full of questions:

　　 "Does the skeleton speak too? Which part of it vibrates to make a sound?"

　　 The common sense of the gifter and the ordinary person is the same on this point: the skeleton can't speak.

　　 "No... don't be nosy, you can't find me."

　　 The creepy voice continued, Jenkins stood there silently, not understanding what it meant.

　　 "Today is just to teach you a lesson. If you dare to intervene in my affairs, it won't be that simple next time."

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins still doesn't know what the situation is now, but he also knows that he has been threatened. Watching the skeleton vigilantly, the flame was attached to his right hand. But after the skeleton finally gave a nasty sneer, he scattered ashes, and disappeared in the forest as the evening breeze.

　　 Chocolate got into the man's coat because of the snow falling from the branches when Jenkins stepped into the dry woods. At this time, it was even more quiet as if it did not exist, which allowed Jenkins to better judge the situation nearby.

　　 The pocket watch chain did not tremble, and at least it was not life-threatening. Thinking of this, he hesitantly walked out from behind the tree, and at this time the skeleton had almost completely shattered into pieces and disappeared.

　　 "What do you mean...oh, I see."

　　 Suddenly dozens of small bags of soil appeared on the land in front of him. The new soil that was turned over broke through the snow cover, and there were even traces of dark wetness.

　　 turned his head back, the situation also appeared behind him, and he seemed to be surrounded unconsciously.

　　 "Interesting."

　　 The man said softly, and as his words were uttered, the small earthen bag was continuously arched by things under the ground, finally forming a new grave-like mound. The hands and body with rotten flesh broke through the shackles of snow and soil, but more often only bare skeletons.

　　 glanced slightly, the number of these undead creatures was about 15 to 20. In each hand there is a simple metal weapon. Those weapons are mostly rusty swords, but they don't match the clothes remaining on the corpse. From this point of view, the corpses should have been transported here from elsewhere.

"Let me think about it. The skeleton just now can't share vision, but can let the maker know the general situation of the neighborhood through a special method. So the timid guy led me to this already arranged corpse warehouse or trap. , That's why the current situation appears."

　　 The general guess is that, but the truth is not far off. The black hand behind this incident may not be found for a while, and the most important thing in front of us is to solve these dirty things. Today, without a cane, he can only fight with his bare hands. Although he has no cleanliness, he is also Feeling uncomfortable in my heart.

　　In the traditional sense, items with magical power have a destructive effect on all forces that conflict with the priesthood of the gods. And fortunately, all righteous gods, including the end of death, have a priesthood similar to [Protecting the Living].

　　 Jenkins was holding a pistol in his left hand with a blessed bullet in the gun, his right fist was burning with flames, sniffing the smell of rotting corpses in the air, and looking at the group of corpses that were gradually surrounding him. Their speed is very fast, and they can faintly see the action trajectory that cooperates with each other to block the way out, which means that these undead are not simple cannon fodder.

　　嘭~

With the sound of the first gunshot, the terrifying undead surrounded in a circle rushed towards Jenkins at the same time. His bullet worked, and his body dexterously jumped up and turned 360 degrees in the air for the last time. In place.

　　 The flame on the right fist followed the rotation of the body, pulling out a bright line of fire in the cold evening breeze. With Jenkins's control, the flame flew out like a spreading ripple, directly igniting the circle of undead closest to Jenkins.

　　 The nemesis of undead creatures is light and fire, which even ordinary people know. The flame of Jenkins is not a common fire, and it works easily with a single blow.

　　 Relying on this method, he solved most of the remaining undead within the next five minutes. The scorched remnants of bones were covered with snow, and the air seemed to be warmed by flames.