Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1075

Jenkins had encountered the All-Seeing Cards before—specifically, the "Arsonist" card in Audrey's possession. He had even seen her use it last Sunday at her home.

According to her, the appearance of an All-Seeing Card signified true destiny, a revelation second in authority only to the Millstone of Fate. The catch was that the cards were far more difficult to interpret than the verses within the Millstone.

"Does this card mean I'm destined to run into trouble when I inspect the Shard of Death's Cloak—trouble so severe I'll have to summon an Angel of the Sage to deal with it?"

He wondered, his suspicion growing as he turned the card over and over in his hands.

"Maybe I should come up with a good excuse to get out of inspecting that black cloth," he mused.

He was starting to spook himself. With a slight tremble of his hand, the card dissolved into motes of white light and flowed into his spirit. Even without activating its main function—contacting an angel—simply possessing the card granted him immunity to most malicious curses. Furthermore, any divine arts he used that aligned with his faith would now carry a minor healing effect.

Utterly useless. His status as a Saint, his Inexhaustible Purification Candle, and his Life Source ability all provided far superior protection than the card's passive effects. In truth, the card was practically redundant.

"But why? Why did it have to appear before me now?"

He still couldn't make sense of it. But seeing that his time was nearly up, he slid the book back onto the shelf and headed for the library's exit, his brow furrowed in thought.

As Jenkins straightened up to bid farewell to the Keeper of Secrets, the cat twitched its small nose, sniffing inquisitively at his shoulder as if it had caught a strange scent.

"You just had breakfast. Surely you're not hungry again already?"

He teased, only to receive an indignant flick of a tail against the back of his head.

The Gravediggers from the Church of Death and End arrived at the Sage Church right on time. The escort team for the Cursed Item consisted of five individuals, all clad in their trademark black robes, their faces grim and serious.

Just as Jenkins had anticipated, Miss Bevanna emerged from her office shortly after he arrived. To prevent any unforeseen incidents, she would be personally supervising his examination of the fragment.

In preparation, the Church had set aside a specific room, reinforcing it with a perimeter of ritual blessings to minimize the Cursed Item's influence as much as possible.

As Jenkins stepped into the spacious room, he could have sworn the air was warmer, a result of the dense concentration of divine rituals that had been performed.

The room was sparsely furnished—or more accurately, almost entirely bare. Three large windows lined the wall opposite the door, all obscured by heavy, deep crimson curtains. The walls, painted a warm yellow, were unadorned save for a few gas lamps.

The crystal chandelier that must have once hung from the ceiling had been removed, leaving only a capped gas pipe fitting. The only feature overhead was a mural depicting "The Divine Creation of All Things." The room's sole piece of furniture was a stone table in the center, which, to Jenkins, looked for all the world like a ritual altar.

"It is an altar," Miss Bevanna explained softly. "It's normally kept behind the Hall of All Things to contain sacred items with a danger rating of five. To prevent any mishaps this time, I had the Keeper of Secrets' apprentices move it here."

Miss Bevanna explained softly, then turned to organize who would be allowed inside the room. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelFɪre.net

The Gravediggers, of course, had to enter to determine the Cursed Item's purpose. Beyond them, only Miss Bevanna and Smith, the Keeper of Secrets, were permitted inside. Everyone else was to remain outside, waiting for good news... or ready to storm in at a moment's notice should trouble arise.

To prevent any incidents during transport, A-12-4-6701, the Shard of Death's Cloak, had been sealed within a box carved from bone, which was itself bound by multiple layers of security.

The box, which bore the raised holy emblem of the Church of Death and End on its face, was not carved from a single piece of bone. Instead, it was a disposable container, molded from specially treated bone dust that had been fused back together.

Simply unsealing and opening the box took nearly an hour. Throughout the process, Jenkins and Chocolate watched with bated breath as seal after seal, each pulsing with the power of Death, was painstakingly broken. While he couldn't learn any new techniques from the procedure, it gave him a deeper appreciation for the very essence of death's power.

When the lid was finally lifted, the Cursed Item hadn't vanished, much to everyone's relief. A slightly tattered piece of black cloth lay neatly folded at the bottom. The instant the box was opened, however, a bone-chilling wind inexplicably swept through the sealed room.

Jenkins was still preoccupied with the All-Seeing Card, so when Miss Bevanna motioned for him to step forward, his reaction was a beat too slow.

"Oh, right. My turn."

He said, his tone a bit clumsy as he worried that some strange phenomenon might occur the moment he approached the box. But even as the others retreated to the walls, leaving him to stand alone before the altar, everything remained quiet and uneventful.

A-12-4-6701, the Shard of Death's Cloak, looked like nothing more than an unremarkable piece of tattered, jet-black cloth. Its edges were frayed with loose threads, and its surface was marred by dark stains.

Jenkins was certain the cloth hadn't been washed in a very long time. Then again, he couldn't imagine anyone would ever dare try.

The function of A-12-4-6701, the Shard of Death's Cloak, was to kill any target creature—guaranteed—in exchange for a specific price. In other words, it was a terrifying object that could unleash a curse of certain death. The only reason its danger rating was a relatively low "4" was that it had no effect on its surroundings or any living thing, so long as no one made physical contact with it.

"So, what am I supposed to do now?"

Jenkins had already learned how to cure the Corpse Plague back when he destroyed that female corpse. He had merely used it as a pretext to borrow this Cursed Item, hoping to uncover the secrets of the ancient god of death. The problem was, he had no idea how to actually do that. Simply staring blankly at the cloth was obviously a foolish move.

Chocolate let out a lazy meow, and Jenkins realized with a start that his cat was still on his shoulder.

"No, it's too dangerous here," Jenkins whispered. "Go wait for me by the wall."

He gently shooed the cat off his shoulder. Chocolate, though clearly displeased, complied.