Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins regretted it as soon as he said it. Obviously, this is something that cannot be said casually.

　　 But Miss Stewart hesitated and told him the answer. A woman certainly doesn't know the identity of Jenkins' son. She did this only because they were both apprentice fathers-and Jenkins didn't seem to be a talkative person.

　　 "You have to swear in the name of a sage, not to tell anyone what you hear!"

　　 The woman said solemnly.

　　 Jenkins immediately raised his hand and drew the holy emblem on his chest, and then swore as she said. The woman was satisfied and said in a very faint voice:

　　 "I'm working undercover."

　　 Jenkins suddenly realized that it is true that such a task most needs to cut everything from the past, which makes sense.

　　 "I was undercover in the church of the God of Music, and now I have achieved the position of high priest."

　　 The woman added in a low voice, and then lowered her head to pray for the sage's understanding. She just took the initiative to reveal the secret of the church.

　　 Jenkins nodded subconsciously again, without thinking about what he heard, but simply jot it down. Because he was looking down at the contact information Miss Stevier had given him in Turin, and the two could use this address to communicate in the future.

　　 After reading it, she realized what she just said, and then remembered the conclusion she had obtained from the divine knowledge, and instinctively questioned:

"Ok?"

　　 He was dumbfounded.

　　 The scene of "God incarnation of God" seen from the divine nature is definitely not wrong, but he is not sure whether anyone in the Church of the Sage knows the complicated relationship between these two gods.

　　Although the Church of the Sage is extremely friendly to the believers of the God of Music (Chapter 808), there is absolutely no open communication between the two, and because of the different beliefs, it is impossible to develop a relationship outside of friendship. So Jenkins didn't know if the church sent Miss Stewart to undercover the false gods, and she happened to be the undercover among the believers of the [God of Music], whether it was a coincidence or something he didn't know.

　　 He only knows that this incident sounds too funny, even more funny than arranging his followers in the Church of the Sage.

　　 It is very sad that I know such an interesting thing but cannot share it with others. That's Miss Stewart's secret mission, and it's not appropriate to share it with anyone.

　　 So after returning to Roon’s manor, Jenkins only told Chocolate. Chocolate was not very cooperative at the beginning, and it was still angry about yesterday's bathing. It wasn't until Jenkins got some supper from the kitchen that he was willing to lie down on the table obediently, receiving food while listening to Jenkins's foreword.

　　 It is late at night, but the owners of the manor have not rested yet. Alexia was reading in the study, and Dolores seemed to be taking a bath, so Jenkins didn't dare to inquire carefully.

I checked the time and planned to go to rest now. I will return to Nolan tomorrow morning to deal with the invitation promised by Mr. Hood’s party. In the afternoon, I will return to Ruen and Alexia to find the place provided by the fairy in the book, and then participate in the evening. Mr. Hood's party.

　　 It seems that tomorrow will be very busy.

　　 But as soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw the cat running over in advance, lying in front of the model-like ice and snow palace, both eyes widened and I didn't know what it was doing.

　　 "I warn you, this is not for you, and eating ice will ruin your stomach."

　　 He said to his cat like this, and he planned to find time in his heart to find a suitable location near Luen to restore the ice and snow palace to its original size.

　　 Anyway, this thing can't be used outside Northland. It's better to let it settle down nearby. This will be good for the future, and you don't need to pay attention to chocolate.

　　 "It is best to find a piece of land that is not found in the church, and is close to the city, and the area is large enough...Of course, it is best to be free. Will there be such a place?"

　　 Of course there will be, because he found it the next day.

Section 1269 Chapter 1248 The Ambush of Underground Pipelines (5/10)

　　 When Jenkins showed up at the dining table the next morning, the girls all got up earlier than him.

　　 Seeing him holding a stack of paper in his left hand when he came downstairs, Alexia asked what it was.

"The letter I took out from my mailbox seems to be Mr. Nellie of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company who wants to discuss with me about the troupe's dividends. If he doesn't say that I will forget it, and he agreed to help create the opera to save the troupe from bankruptcy. Remuneration is based on shares of the theater company."

　　 He explained, and then put the cat on the table with the letter.

　　 took the letter from the mailbox, but didn't worry that Dad would find out that he had asked Hathaway yesterday to help her cover up some possible loopholes.

　　 "Oh, by the way, Dolores, this is yours. I forgot to return it to you."

　　 patted his forehead, then took the ice archer's chess piece from his clothes pocket and returned it to Dolores. The latter nodded and accepted it. She woke up very early, so she looked sleepy now, as if she was not awake.

　　 "Jenkins, do you have time for the weekend?"

　　 Alexia asked from the side.

　　 Jenkins thought about it, "It's okay," he replied, thinking that Alexia wanted to ask him on a date.

　　 "Mind to give a speech? It doesn't matter what you say, mainly you have to appear in front of the public."

"Ok?"

　　 He looked at the short lady in confusion.

　　 "You finally came to Luen, and the church agreed to let you show up in public. I think it would be a shame not to do anything?"

　　 Alexia probably has her own plan. Jenkins heard that anything can be said, and no pressure in his heart, he naturally agreed.

　　 After breakfast, Dolores is going to have a class with her literature teacher, Mrs. Sarris, in the study, Alexia goes to the city to buy some things on the black market, and Jenkins returns to Nolan again.

　　 Of course, this time the cat followed him too, using a spiritual magnet projection.

　　 When Mr. Hood had a party last week, everyone proposed to summon people to do something. Although Jenkins felt it was a coincidence, he was willing to join it.

Among them, Mr. Hood’s raid on the strange tobacco factory is too reckless to consider; Miss Magic’s attack on the Pirate King will have to wait for a special sweater magazine to appear; Mr. White Cat’s alien attack plan will be released next Monday’s "Cousin Seeking Notice". "Decision; Miss Silver Flute's treacherous exploration, Jenkins has advised her to sell the information about the treacherous to the church.

　　 So now he, Mr. Candle, wants to tell Hathaway that he can participate in [Story in the Story], and not tell her as Jenkins.

　　 "Maybe I should find a chance and tell her I am Mr. Candle."

　　While walking down the street, I was still thinking about it. As a result, when turning the corner of the street, he ran into a thin man, who murmured apologize and walked away quickly. Jenkins frowned and touched his wallet. After confirming that he was still there, he turned around and glanced at the man's back in confusion, and didn't care about it.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat on the shoulders shrugged his nose and sniffed, and then scratched Jenkins's face with his paws, but Jenkins didn't understand the hint.

　　 all the way to the bar, and then into the black market from the bar. He just didn't buy anything, but walked along the sewer pipe until he completely left the black market area.

　　 Nolan’s underground pipelines are intricate. Because of historical problems and connections with underground mines, even the municipal department could not find a complete underground pipeline drawing. Many homeless people or strange organizations will make their homes in remote pipelines, especially in the cold winter.

　　 murmured words in his mouth, and according to Hathaway’s prompts at the party, he quickly walked into a channel that had passed from the future. The end of this section of the pipe was blocked by a rusty barbed wire, and the blue light of the miner's lamp in Jenkins's hand could not illuminate the darkness at the end.

A small blackboard was hung on one side of the pipe wall. When Jenkins stepped on the stagnant water to endure his nausea and walked over, he saw that a bird, a funny cat's head and a pentagram were already drawn with chalk on the blackboard. star.

　　 The bird represents that this blackboard is Hathaway, which is placed by Miss Bailing. The other two patterns represent that Mr. White Cat and Miss Magic have already come and can participate in Hathaway's action. So Jenkins also took out the ceremonial chalk from his pocket, and a few strokes sketched a candle.

He frowned and looked at it. He felt that his painting was much simpler than the other two, so he added a happy fire to the position of the candle's heart, and pulled out five lines in the upper, middle and lower directions beside the flame. It means that the candle is burning and glowing.

　　 "That's it."

　　 He is very satisfied with his painting, and after a while, he wants to leave here, after all, the taste is a bit big.

　　 Turning his head faintly felt something wrong, and when his eyes blinked, he saw someone sticking to the corner. It was a level 2 gifter, who seemed to want to launch a surprise attack when Jenkins turned his head back.

　　 "Why is luck so bad."

　　 As he thought, he took off his gloves and knocked on the sticky pipe wall, and the white frost spread immediately in the damp place.

　　 He pretended not to see anything and walked back. Because he didn't deliberately suppress his steps, the sound of his boots stepping on the puddle was particularly clear. Every step he took, a piece of hoarfrost would appear on the soles of his feet. If the lights were now brightly lit, anyone could see that the white frost had almost covered everything behind Jenkins.

　　【Ice freezing】, the already wet underground pipeline can easily cool down and freeze. His plan was to pretend to go back, but in fact let the chill rush to the ambushers first, and freeze him in place at the moment the ambushers attacked, which would also facilitate the interrogation.

But the development of things was unexpected. Jenkins only walked two-thirds. When he was more than ten feet away from the corner, he suddenly heard a loud shout of "Ha" from further away from the pipe, and then it was dazzling. White light erupted from the corner.

　　 While closing his eyes subconsciously, he heard the sound of a heavy body being knocked into the wall. When he opened his eyes again, the strange ambusher had fallen onto the ice and was unconscious, and Mr. Hood walked out from the other side with a pistol.

　　 "Oh, it turns out he was ambushing you, Mr. Candle."

　　 Mr. Hood looked at the cat and said in surprise. Seeing Jenkins looking at his gun, he pulled the trigger again, and the dazzling white light once again filled the narrow space.

　　 "Isn't it interesting? I bought this when I was a guest at a friend's house the night before. It will shine when I pull the trigger. It seems to be a numbered item, but I didn't find the information."

Chapter 1270 Chapter 1249 The Hair Collector (6/10)

　　 Mr. Hood came here also for Hathaway’s invitation, and it was just a coincidence that Jenkins was met.

　　 When he went to the small blackboard to think about how to draw the hood, Jenkins **** the man who was ambushing himself with a rope. When dragging him to the side of Mr. Hood, he happened to see Mr. Hood trying to draw a robe with a hood with chalk.

　　 "I am not very good at drawing."

　　 Mr. Hood said bitterly, because Jenkins had seen his face before, so now he doesn't hide his identity anymore.

　　 "Thank you for your help, Mr. Hood."

　　 greeted him and wanted to leave, find a quieter place to ask the ambusher what he wanted to do. But after hesitating, he still asked:

　　 "Mr. Hood, I know that it is inappropriate to ask, but I still want to make sure, have you sold the information about the tobacco factory to the church?"

　　 Last time the middle-aged man in front of him was investigating the human trafficking incident alone, and he was almost suffocated in the coffin. Jenkins felt he had to ask something.

　　 "Of course, after the party that day, I went to the black market to find brokers. Oh, damn, there is ice everywhere, why did Miss Bailing choose such a ghost place."

　　 Mr. Hood muttered and continued to finish his "masterpiece".

　　 "It's not a lie."

　　 Jenkins judged based on the response of the priest, and then he was relieved.

　　 pulled his captive around in the sewer pipe, and stopped after calculating the distance. The middle-aged man who was knocked out by Mr. Hood hadn't woken up yet. He probably hit his head just now, so Jenkins had to treat him first.

　　 The process of interrogation was very simple. Jenkins just said a few ruthless words, and the man said everything. He is not a member of any illegal organization, but an ordinary unregistered benefactor in Nolan. Came to attack Jenkins only because he received a mission from the black market to get a hair of Jenkins.

"I met that mysterious man half a year ago. He often posted me missions to get the hair of certain people. Most of them were gifters or people who were suspected of gifters. He chose me because My ability is very suitable for this kind of task, and the price he paid is very high..."

　　 This is not an action specifically directed at Jenkins, Jenkins can only be considered bad luck. From the man's mouth, he learned that the group used a special spice to mark the target. This spice can only be smelled after applying some special potions.

　　 "That's why I was able to find here all the way, and I almost got lost underground."

　　 The **** man said innocently, and Jenkins also understood that what he was telling was the truth.

　　 "Then what the mysterious man you said wants so much hair for?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "How do I know, I just collect money and do things."

　　 "Then do you know who he is?"

　　 "How do I know, I just collect money and do things."

　　 "Then where do you connect and trade?"

　　 "How do I know. I just collect..."

"Ok?"

　　 Hearing Jenkins’ threatening tone, the man realized what he had said, so he hurriedly changed his words:

"We hand over once a week. Every Tuesday at 11 o'clock in the morning, I will take the hair I collected in the week to a certain alley in the east of the city, throw the bag in the trash can in the alley, and go back at midnight that day to find it. My own remuneration. I actually rarely see that man. He only shows up every few months to tell me what new needs are. But at least he is very happy to pay."

　　 These are also true, which means that the people involved in this matter, in addition to the hands-on man in front of him, at least the one who smeared spices everywhere and paid for it.

　　 Of course, there is a possibility that the two people are the same person, but this is not important.

　　The important thing is that hair is an excellent material for cursing both for ordinary people and for gifters. For example, Jenkins's [Curse of Disease] requires name, appearance and hair as materials for cursing.

　　 "Tuesday at eleven o'clock in the morning... isn't it half an hour later?"

　　 Jenkins glanced at his pocket watch and thought, then looked at the man **** by him, and made a decision in his heart.

　　 "The last question, have you killed innocent people? Or, have you killed innocent people because of your own desires?"

　　 "No, absolutely nothing."

　　 The man shook his head hurriedly, because the head shaking was too big, the bag that hit his head on the pipe when he was knocked into the air just now felt painful, and he took a breath of cold air.

　　 "My ability is to get the target's hair in a very concealed situation. I just need to look straight and close. I don't need to kill for the hair."

　　 "That's good, I will let you go this time."

　　 Jenkins nodded and glanced at the rope on his body:

　　 "I won't untie the rope for you, I know you have a way. Don't do this kind of thing again in the future, otherwise I will kill you next time I meet you again."

　　 He turned around threateningly, then put his back to the man behind him with his hands in his pockets.

　　 "This kind of thing is not a social survey, it is definitely an ulterior conspiracy, working for this kind of people..."

　　 Jenkins continued to say, the sound of wind suddenly heard in his ear, and then he hid to the side without turning his head, the blue wind blade flew to the deeper part of the passage against his face.

　　 The sound of the wind behind him became more frantic, and Jenkins turned around to see dense cyan compressed air coming towards him. His right hand swirled in the air to condense water into ice, and then he held the thick piece of ice, leaped forward against the manic wind, and put his hand directly on the forehead of the man who had just broken away from the rope.

　　 "Profane production!"