Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1085

While Jenkins was conversing with the old elf, the sleeping cat let out a dreamy little meow from nearby. It shifted its body on the sofa, as if trying to find a softer spot. Even in sleep, the cat was restless.

"Jenkins, if you want to prevent this disaster, the most viable method is to find the high-level source of power the cultists are using to build their bridge. After all, the blood sacrifices can't be stopped, and deciphering those tattoos is far too difficult."

"I've already found it."

Since meeting the old elf, he had never once lied and had always shown Jenkins genuine kindness. Building on the confidential conversation they just had, Jenkins decided to trust him.

"It's the God's Child Umbilical Cord. The one that was split into four pieces."

With that, he stood up and walked toward the basement. A moment later, he returned carrying a small glass jar filled with a murky, yellowish-gray liquid.

Inside the fluid, streaks of blood swam around like tapeworms, and a pitch-black object floated in the center. A single glance was enough to stir a feeling of revulsion, but it was not a physical discomfort—it was a spiritual one. The umbilical cord radiated a harmful energy, like an out-of-control contaminant. Jenkins sometimes thought of it as a piece of radioactive metal.

"The God's Child Umbilical Cord?"

It took him a moment to recover.

"It is indeed the God's Child Umbilical Cord. And even if it weren't, this thing would be more than enough to serve as the power source and bridge for an angel's descent."

He picked up his teacup and took a large gulp. Jenkins noticed a vein bulging and throbbing at his temple.

"I only have two of the four pieces here. If this jar doesn't fall into the cultists' hands, does that mean the angel absolutely cannot descend?"

"No. I have never seen a God's Child Umbilical Cord before, but back in my homeland, I've witnessed things far more terrifying. By my estimation, it doesn't need to be whole. A quarter of it, combined with the ritual, is perfectly sufficient to summon an angel. The fact that they prepared four pieces is likely out of caution... or perhaps they intend to summon more than one."

The old elf's expression was incredibly solemn. Orıginal content can be found at Nove1Fire.net

"Williamette, if you wish to save Nolan, you must find the remaining two small pieces of the cord. Otherwise, the Slaughter Angel will descend, sooner or later."

"Why are you so certain I want to save Nolan?"

Jenkins posed an interesting question.

"Because you are destined to be the Savior."

The old elf clearly knew far more than Jenkins had assumed. That single sentence was a blatant indication that he knew about the "Savior's Emblem."

But just as he was unwilling to discuss Jenkins's elven bloodline, the old elf refused to elaborate on the topic of the Savior.

He merely told Jenkins that he had come to the material world from his homeland by accident and had expected to die here, but now he had found a glimmer of hope for returning home.

"If it's possible, I still hope to be buried by the shores of Drinking Horse Lake in my homeland, to sleep peacefully beside the ever-green Wood Forest."

He said with a sigh, then prepared to stand and take his leave. But Jenkins stopped him, not to force the old elf to reveal things he was unwilling to share, but because he had heard an interesting place name.

"Drinking Horse Lake?"

"Why? Is there a problem?"

"Please, wait a moment."

Without explaining, Jenkins turned and headed back to the basement, returning with the note the elf Saramanda had left for him.

The note contained a complete potion recipe and a secret phrase. The phrase, which had to be deciphered using the elven language, read:

"The sunset by Drinking Horse Lake is the love of my life."

"You've met another elf?"

The old elf asked this after just a single glance at the note, his tone more an exclamation than a question.

"Yes. Do you recognize this potion recipe? And what does this secret phrase mean?"

"I cannot answer that question, but please, remember the name 'Drinking Horse Lake'."

he said, the first half of his sentence a lie.

"This potion, are you still missing any ingredients?"

After a moment's thought, the old elf asked.

"I still need a thousand-year-old wood heart."

Jenkins answered honestly, his mind racing as he stared down at the note.

"Come to my place on the weekend to pick it up. I happen to have one. The next full moon is approaching, and you might be able to brew the potion then... And please, rest assured. The young elf who gave you the recipe likely has no ill intentions."

With that, he added that Mr. Halama Rynsarm was a devoted reader of Jenkins's "Stranger's Story Collection" and hoped to get a signed copy. Then, without looking back, he left.

Jenkins stood at the window, watching the old elf's departing figure in silence, the confusion about his own bloodline growing ever deeper in his heart.

Before bed, he dealt with the round bead he had recovered from Magic Miss, the one that could grant a new ability. After much consideration, Jenkins decided not to use it. Wielding the White Bone Holy Sword, he wasn't lacking in necromantic abilities. So, the bead was ultimately placed in a box in the basement, alongside the gift box from Professor Burns (Chapter 702). Jenkins planned to sell it on the black market when he had the time.

Severely sleep-deprived, Jenkins found himself utterly unable to get up when Chocolate woke him on Thursday morning. The cat made a fuss for a while but then surprisingly settled down, letting Jenkins snatch another half-hour of sleep before reminding him again that it was time to get up.

He yawned his way through breakfast, listening to the sound of the rain, and was startled by a clap of thunder as he headed out the door. Today's rain was much heavier than last week's drizzle. The wind whipped the downpour sideways, making an umbrella largely useless.

So, for a change, Jenkins chose to take a carriage to Pops Antique Shop. But when he stepped out, he found the shop locked, with no one inside.

"Oh, Jenkins! Pops left a message for you."

Next door to the antique shop was Sally's general store. Sally was a kind old woman, and Jenkins had even asked her for advice on raising cats when he first became an apprentice. Hearing a noise next door, Sally came out and saw Jenkins. According to her, Pops had left the shop half an hour ago, looking like he was in a great hurry for some urgent matter.

He had only left a verbal message, asking Sally to tell Jenkins he had the day off and reminding him not to forget his studies.

Since he didn't have to work, Jenkins got back into a carriage and headed for the church. He requested a quiet office, claiming he needed to organize his methods for treating the plague.