Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 After entering the wharf area from the small road, he did not continue to walk towards the seaside and the trestle bridge, but continued to walk southward against the wall. Turning into the alley at the third alley, passing [Mr. Will’s Port Station], [Seafood Specialty Store], [Fishing Gear Rental Supplies Shop], and finally [Fonks Inn].

　　 Due to the convenient shipping conditions, there are a large number of such small hotels in the dock area. Among them, the closer to the road, the more formal, and the hotel in the depths of the alley is cheap, but it is difficult to ensure safety.

　　 relied on the lie again and convinced the owner that he was the guest in Room 4 on the third floor. Jenkins took the spare key and took his cat up the creaking wooden stairs.

　　 There is a rotten smell in the inn, which is the smell of years that have not been completely cleaned. When Jenkins frowned and came to the second floor, he almost ran into an old woman who was also holding a cat.

　　 It's just that the black cat she was holding was not as pretty as Jenkins's white cat. The cat even snarled at the chocolate with its teeth and claws, but after a few seconds, she was so scared to move by the noise of chocolate.

　　 The floor of this building is a poor quality wooden floor, and wooden boards that have been curled due to dampness and decay can be seen everywhere. Room No. 4 on the third floor is easy to find, but when I stabbed the key into the keyhole, I ran into trouble. The keyhole seemed to be blocked and couldn’t get in. Jenkins could only use a violent force to get rusty. The key is inserted.

　　 Accompanied by the harsh rubbing sound of the door and the floor, the small room without windows came into view. The rancid smell in the room has become more serious, and the perennial lack of ventilation, coupled with the fact that the owner here does not care about sanitary problems, makes it difficult for people to breathe.

　　 closed the door with his backhand. He wanted to let the chocolate fall off his shoulder, but the cat didn't want to touch the dirty floor. He could only put the cat back into the inner pocket of his coat, then walked to the rotten wooden bookshelf in the room, and picked up the enamel bottle that was randomly placed at the eye level.

　　 The bottle is only the thickness of Jenkins' thumb, and the bottle is white with spots. The cork is stuffed on it, and the cork is obviously not the original stopper of the bottle.

　　 This is B-04-3-7292 [Soul Box]. Although there is the word [Box] in the name, it is actually a bottle. It was named because it was originally the soul box of the ancient lich in the 13th period, and it had nothing to do with the specific appearance.

"this is very simple."

　　 He opened the cork and took a look, making sure that the key keeper's soul was no longer there. Then he threw the bottle twice before taking it back into his pocket.

　　 turned and looked at the somewhat messy room, bowed his head and threw the pile of old clothes against the wall. He knelt down and violently lifted the bed close to the ground, exposing a large hole in the floor.

　　 The entrance of the hole was covered by a dirty yellow linen. After opening it, it contained some identification documents and a lot of banknotes.

　　 This is actually a safe house prepared by the old killer for himself, but unfortunately he was killed by Jenkins without the opportunity to use it. Jenkins didn't touch the identity documents, but the gold pound had to be taken away.

　　 In addition to these, the only valuable things left in the room are the materials on the bookshelf. In order to be safe, the original owner here hid the important information he had obtained about the gifter in the gaps of a thick book called "A Playwright's Guide", which was thicker than the stone bricks used for construction. . Jenkins also bought this book to write the script, knowing that there is a lot of information in it.

　　 But the value of these things is very small. In the memory that hurriedly passed by last night, except for the two abilities learning rituals, the other things were ordinary things.

　　 He is just an ordinary person, and it is already very powerful to be able to get this.

　　 There was a suitcase in the room. After Jenkins packed the things he was going to take away, he took a novel with an interesting name from the bookshelf, and then opened the door and prepared to open it.

When 　　 opened the door, a short fat man who also wore a black hat happened to pass by in the corridor. Because the wide brim covers his face, Jenkins can only see the scum on his face. The chunky man was also a little surprised at the sudden opening of the door, but the two of them just nodded slightly as a greeting, and then passed by.

　　 "The Gifter..."

　　 Jenkins muttered in his heart, and continued walking downstairs with his suitcase without hesitation. He must pay careful attention to the wooden steps under his feet, because there are a few steps that make a harsh sound.

　　 "I knew that all kinds of strange people would appear in this kind of place."

　　 He thought, when he came to the corner of the second floor, turned the corner and continued downstairs. At this time, holding the hat and raising his head, it happened to be in the direction of the third floor, and the movement observed with the real eye was not abrupt at all.

　　 "There are five gifters in room 7 on the third floor. Wait, I seem to know two of them..."

　　 His movement of going downstairs stopped immediately, but soon he continued to step down again. After walking out of the hotel, I bought two towels at the grocery store outside, and asked for some hot water from the counter downstairs, before I walked back to Room 4 on the third floor again.

　　 Two acquaintances in Room 7, one is the young duke from the Kingdom of Chessland, and the other is Provence Lucar, who has been traced by the church for a long time but has no clue, that is, the suspect behind the recovery of the dead.

　　 The two of them appeared in a remote hotel in Nolan, and it was definitely not because of love. Although Jenkins usually doesn't want to get into trouble, he never escapes from things related to him.

Chapter 818 Chapter 801 Eavesdropping

　　 Jenkins is very curious whether these two people who have nothing to do with each other are going to make some conspiracy, and now it is too late to turn around to find the church. You can only obtain information by yourself, but it is not easy.

　　 The guest rooms of this hotel are distributed on the opposite side. Among them, rooms with even-numbered rooms, such as Room 4 where Jenkins is located, have no windows on the inside, while odd-numbered rooms have windows on the outside. Opposite room 4 is room 3, while room 7 is flanked by numbers 9 and 5.

　　 If Jenkins wants to eavesdrop, the best way besides swaggering in is to enter these two rooms.

　　 As for eavesdropping from an outside window, it’s impossible. He looked up when he was out just now. There is a newspaper’s window directly across from Room 7. If Jenkins dared to climb up. It will be discovered the first time.

　　 It is even more impossible to break in and arrest everyone. The dangerous Provence Lucar is an expert in necromancy. If he turns everyone in this hotel into an undead, Jenkins will never be able to deal with it.

　　 After all, he has no divinity in his hands.

　　 "Chocolate, look at the suitcase here."

　　 The man ordered that the next thing to do is not to bring the cat, otherwise it will be very dangerous. Chocolate probably understood Jenkins' meaning, so he screamed obediently and jumped off his shoulder, lying on the suitcase and wagging his tail.

　　 "I will be back soon."

　　 said, leaving a real phantom in the room, and then went downstairs and called a very reluctant waiter. The reason Jenkins used was that the room was leaking, but it seemed that the waiter didn't believe it very much. After all, the water supply was stopped on the third floor and above because of insufficient water pressure.

　　 "My books are soaked, **** it, you have to compensate."

　　 Talking, Jenkins took out the key to open the door of Room 4, and then pushed in the waiter who was caught off guard.

　　 The door was closed immediately, and two minutes later, Jenkins, dressed as a waiter, walked out.

　　 He coughed fiercely to make his voice more familiar, and then knocked on the door of Room 5 on the third floor with his fingers.

　　 "Who!"

　　 Someone shouted inside the door, and then the door was pushed open a gap, but the anti-theft chain was not removed.

　　 "Well, what's the matter?"

　　 asked the fat man dressed as a businessman in the door, he did not wear a hat, so Jenkins could see the sparse brown hair on the top of his head.

　　 "Your guest downstairs said that the ceiling above his head is leaking. Excuse me, are you using the bathroom?"

"Ok?"

　　 The fat businessman was taken aback, "No...No way, there is no washing in my room...You have to do..."

　　 Jenkins's burning hand broke the anti-theft chain, and then he squeezed into the room and knocked out the man. He turned around and closed the door carefully, then looked back at the structure of the room, and focused his attention on the wall adjacent to Room 7.

　　 An old bookshelf was erected on the wall, two old towels hung with metal hooks, and a gas lamp with the appearance of a white dove spreading its wings was at a higher level. There was nothing else.

　　 Jenkins does not expect to find a small hole in the wall for eavesdropping, nor does he expect the people in the next room to not use anti-eavesdropping spells, so all he can use is the most primitive tool-his ears.

　　 Becoming a Level 4 bestower greatly strengthened his physical fitness, and the opening of [Cat's Elegance] also greatly enhanced the hearing. In addition, the walls of this cheap hotel are not very thick. After putting your ears on the wall, you can indeed hear some scattered sentences.

　　 Although there are many people next door, only the young duke from a foreign country and the wanted criminal from Nolan Church are talking. But the name of the wanted man at this time is no longer Provence Lucar, but "Mr. Wilkawan". This is probably also a pseudonym, and these people never use the same name.

　　 Since they didn't listen from the beginning of the conversation, Jenkins didn't fully understand what they were talking about. It is generally understood that there is a deal between the two. The duke of the foreign country will provide the necromantic experts with four-figure living persons that meet the requirements as experimental materials, and the latter will trade him a treasured ability learning ritual.

　　 This is definitely an evil conspiracy. In this era, any individual or organization except the Orthodox Church is forbidden to use living people as experimental materials. Based on this alone, everyone in the next room is eligible to be sentenced to hanging, but it is not a good time to arrest them.

　　 Jenkins is eager for more information, but the two seem to be talking while pacing. The voice of speaking was faint, and the **** crow outside the window called from time to time, so Jenkins missed a lot of important information.

But he understood that the duke did not come to this country purely for visits or his own purposes. He occasionally revealed a name: Duke Quaker, which made Jenkins feel that he suspected that the bereaved lunatic wanted Make a traitorous act.

　　 Ga~

　　 The crow outside the window called again, completely covering the time and place where the two were preparing to trade. Jenkins turned his head angrily and looked out the window. The crow standing on the window sill of the opposite house also happened to look at him.

　　 One person and one bird looked at each other for a moment, and then the flying animal seemed to be greatly frightened, flapping its wings and yelling and flew into the distance.

　　 "Count you...not good!"

　　 As the **** crow quacked and flew away, the voice next door suddenly stopped. Jenkins' eyes widened, wishing to throw out the cat who was not around, catch the crow and beat him up.

　　 But it was too late. He hurriedly got up from the wall and threw the unconscious fat businessman onto the bed and covered it with a quilt. Then he heard the door of this room knocked. The knock on the door was slow, as if someone was going to visit here.

　　 "Who is knocking on the door?"

　　 The rough voice came from Jenkins's throat, and his figure changed rapidly like a jammed film, and the image when he finally stopped was a fat middle-aged man.

　　 quickly messed up the clothes with his hands, then picked up the hat on the ground and put it on his head, reaching out with his right hand to grasp the broken and rusty anti-theft chain. Reading and writing quickly fills and reconstructs the part melted by the flame, so when the door is opened from the inside, the man who appears in front of the dark-skinned man in a black suit is a man who does not seem to be awake, but still works hard. Fat man opening the door.

　　PS: Regarding the knowledge after absorbing the divinity, since the most recent divinity comes from the same god, there is no additional clue about becoming a god, only a pile of knowledge with repetitiveness, so I didn't mention it.

Chapter 819 Chapter 802

　　 "Hello, what's the matter?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "I live in the next room, just now... Is there any sound in your place?"

　　 The tall man asked hesitantly, and looked slantingly into the room, but of course he found no abnormalities.

　　 "Voice? Oh, sorry, I just fell asleep at the desk..."

　　 Jenkins muttered vaguely, smoothing the wrinkles of his clothes while talking. The knocking man nodded, whispered sorry, then turned and knocked on room 6 behind him.

　　 There are also guests in Room 6, which is a fat woman with a headscarf covering her hair. After checking, the man knocked on the door of room 4 further away for insurance.

　　 Long after the knock on the door, the man with the white cat opened the door. He looked impatient, carrying a black suitcase, as if about to go out.

　　 "Damn, what are you going to do? I don't know you!"

　　 The owner of Room 4 is not as polite as the two just now. In fact, judging from his appearance and clothes, it can be seen that this is an extremely rude person. But the tall man knocking on the door didn't mind. He asked the question politely before turning to leave.

　　 "This unlucky place, **** it!"

　　 Using [real phantom] Jenkins, who returned from room 5 to room 4, made a vulgar curse, turned around and closed the door, and then walked down the stairs with the box and cat.

When 　　 stepped out of the hotel, he looked up thoughtfully. At this moment, room 7 on the third floor also happened to stick out a head and look down, it was the young duke.

　　 Jenkins raised his hand and took off his hat and waved at him, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then turned and walked to the other side of the alley.

　　 "Catch him!"

　　 The foreign noble was stunned, and then shouted. But when the crowd came downstairs and scattered to the alley to look around, the man with the cat had already disappeared.

　　 They can't make too much movement, otherwise the **** guy may not only know this. But the situation is still not good, because no one knows how many things he has heard.

　　 Provence Lucar, whose current name is "Mr. Wilkawan", was the last one to manipulate the undead from the hotel.

　　 He wore a black suit like a guest going to the funeral, thoughtfully walked to the alley where Jenkins was standing, and then looked up with the same motion as him.

　　 Wilkawang suddenly stretched out his slightly rough right hand and broke the neck of the Duke’s guard who was standing by. The left hand drew a complicated symbol in the air, and then the soul floated out of the corpse.

　　 He was chanting a whisper that no one could understand, and at the same time a biting yin wind was blowing from the location of the alley. Everyone, including the gifter, couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously moved away from the young man who was playing with the soul.

　　 He opened his right hand and rubbed the soul into a small ball, and then suddenly pressed it to his forehead. The gust of wind immediately began to swirl around him, flying the dust on the ground, and surrounding him like a tornado.

　　 It is clear that the weather has not changed, but the light around it suddenly becomes weak. The young duke of foreign country greeted his subordinates to step back, squinted, and weighed in his heart whether dealing with such a dangerous guy was the right choice.

　　 But even with such a complicated set of actions, the final result of "Mr. Wilkawang" was only a squirt of blood.

　　 His face is very ugly, but it is not because of his own injury, but because of the result of the evil divination just now:

　　 "I can't see the past nor the future, the twisted fate of the man just now...Oh, a believer in the **** of lies! He really knows..."

　　 "You mean those lunatics?"

　　 The face of the duke of a foreign country changed drastically. Even if he was not a native of the country, he had heard of those illegal people who had been active since the end of summer last year. It was a group of unknown but cruel people, both wisdom and force. Last year's Fabry scam was one of their conspiracies.

　　Some people believe that the true purpose of the scam is actually related to the change of the position of the **** of lies...

　　 "How can you provoke that kind of madman!"

　　 he immediately accused.

　　 "Am I provoke?"

　　 Wilkawang turned and looked at him viciously:

　　 "You didn't tell me the truth, what exactly is the [Performer (Red Fight)] you want from me?"

　　 "It's just a rare ability!"

　　 The Duke bit on this point firmly, then leaned his neck and tightened his neckline, so that the guards surrounded him.

"Remember our transaction, I don’t want such an accident again! Remember, those believers in the **** of lies must not provoke them. According to my investigation, they seem to have the ability to appear in critical situations. There are superb fortunetellers."

"Of course I know."

　　 Wilkawang snorted without admitting defeat, even though the opponent's power is indeed amazing. But this is the Kingdom of Fiddicelli, not the Kingdom of Chessland. Those powers in this city are just beautiful symbols.

　　 "When we meet next time, we still have to follow our agreement."

　　 "No problem, but you have to prepare a ‘deposit’."

　　 The two groups hurriedly passed by in front of the hotel, unwilling to stay in this exposed place again. They don't know how the believers of the God of Lies found here, but this does not require thinking at all. After all, it is understandable that those people appear anywhere in this city.

　　The Duke and his party chose the East. Although Wilkawan wanted to go there too, he could not accept to follow others, especially behind the arrogant nobleman. So he pulled down the brim of his hat and walked towards the west of the alley against the wall. After walking out from here, he could leave the dock area directly. It seemed that this direction was also good.

　　 The alleys are not too narrow, with various shops or hostels on both sides. But in fact, each of them runs some gray businesses, which is also the norm in the wharf area. It seems that the smugglers have already discussed with the Nolan City Hall. After they are far away from the dock area, it is difficult to find a way for smuggled goods to be shipped smoothly within Nolan City.

　　 I saw a boy wearing rag shoes from a distance, playing with a hoop with a branch he had picked up in front of him in the direction he was walking. This reminds Wilkawang of his childhood, when he was still a carefree boy. He never thought that in 20 years, he would embark on the current path...