Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1091

In the surreal landscape of the dream, Jenkins lowered his gaze to study his captive.

"Since you won't let me leave, can you at least let me go for now? I promise I won't run away. I've learned my lesson, I swear I won't do it again."

The little sprite asked again, looking utterly pitiful. It reminded Jenkins of his cat, who would invariably try to wheedle his way back into favor after making a mistake by rubbing against his hand or weaving around his ankles.

He didn't really want to give the little sprite a hard time. Although she was a Series B Extraordinary item, she didn't seem to bear any real malice toward humanity or the world.

Perhaps it was due to the sprite's inherent nature, or maybe because she possessed so few Sin Coins that their corrupting influence hadn't yet tainted her personality. In any case, Jenkins had no personal grudge against her.

"I can let you go, of course," he said, "but first I need to know—can you pull anyone you want into a dream?"

"I can only pull ordinary people below level six into a dream, but I can enter the dreams of most living creatures and use them as a nexus to connect the dreams of many more."

She looked up, her large, watery eyes and sorrowful expression fixed on Jenkins.

"I really know I was wrong."

"Can't you let me go? I'll never do it again."

She asked again, her voice growing sweeter and more alluring. But because her tone was so childish, the attempt at "seduction" was less tempting and more comical.

"I can let you go, but you have to do something for me... Help me find someone. Find him in a dream, and then tell me where he is."

"Of course! Can you let me go first, then?"

"Hold on. I want to make one thing clear: I never force anyone to do anything. Since I'm asking for your help, it's only natural that I offer you payment."

He held out his empty left hand, and using the power of the dream and his memory, he created a Blasphemy Seed.

"I have a coin just outside the dream. I think you'll like it."

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The little sprite nodded rapidly, her eyes glued to the Sin Coin.

"So the Sin Coins that dream sprites seek are specifically Blasphemy Seeds?"

Jenkins thought to himself as he released his grip on the little sprite. Just as he expected, she didn't flee. Instead, she fluttered her wings and flew even closer to him.

She had intended to land on Jenkins's shoulder, but for some reason, a sudden chill made her subconsciously abandon the idea. In the end, she could only circle around him.

Trading with a sprite using a Sin Coin might seem like a waste, but only a transaction established with a Sin Coin could be trusted. Once she agreed to the deal, it was equivalent to signing a highly binding contract.

Otherwise, Jenkins would have a hard time trusting such a flighty, mischievous little creature. The problem was that Diwo, the Pirate King known as "The Thief," was an expert at hiding; the Church didn't even have a genuine photograph of him. Commissioning the sprite to find him meant she would have to start from Captain Bincy's dreams, since Bincy had actually fought the pirate before.

He had originally considered having her find Femishue, the Pirate King "The Destroyer," as well, but then he remembered that this was a man formidable enough to live underwater for half a year on his own. Rather than waste time searching for the potentially unfindable Femishue, it was better to have the dream sprite focus solely on Diwo. In any case, Femishue's matter wasn't urgent. On the contrary, if he happened to clash with the Gear Artisans' Association, who possessed the Mechanical Heart, that would be ideal.

But before sending the little sprite off to find the pirate, Jenkins wanted to explore this bizarre dream world a bit more. It might be a bad habit, prying into others' privacy , but he promised himself he would only take a peek and would never breathe a word of it to anyone.

In any case, by the time the sixty-four audience members arranged in a grid around Jenkins began to wake up one by one, his face was flushed bright red. He had seen some rather adult things in their dreams. When he tried to cover the little sprite's eyes with his fingers, she retorted rather rudely:

"Hey, I spend all my time in the dream worlds of humans. What haven't I seen? Speaking of which, why are you blushing? Could it be..."

With that, Jenkins flung the dream sprite away and ordered her to find the whereabouts of Diwo, the Pirate King "The Thief," as quickly as possible. After all, the end of the month was drawing near, and Jenkins was leaning toward killing him with his own hands as the hint from the future suggested. The man was no saint, anyway.

The two ladies holding Jenkins's hands also began to stir. Hathaway seemed to sense that something was off, but Briny simply thought she had dozed off for a moment and had a short, rose-tinted dream.

Only Chocolate, who had been excluded from the dream, was sulking by himself. Since he wasn't human, the little sprite hadn't woven him into the vast, shared dream.

The cat hated sprites. Those flitting things were as annoying as mosquitoes.

Even a dream sprite couldn't find two masters of concealment in a single night, so when Jenkins awoke in his own bed on Friday morning, he wasn't surprised to find he still hadn't received a reply.

After the opera last night, he had personally escorted Hathaway and Briny home, so it was past midnight when he finally went to sleep. However, since he had slept through almost the entire performance at the opera house, he didn't feel particularly tired, even though his cat woke him with its racket at six.

Before leaving, he picked up the reading report from his desk. He had to give it to Papa Oliver today as proof that he hadn't been gallivanting about lately.

Once outside, he noticed that although the ground was damp, the rain had stopped. The air was a bit chilly, but it was spring after all. The cool breeze, carrying the earthy scent of the soil, helped to clear his morning head.

Yesterday's downpour had suppressed the city's thick fog, and this morning, in a rare sight, he could see the dawn light and the rising sun.

"Today is Friday, and on Saturday I have to accompany Alexia to the banquet. Can't forget that. Chocolate, do you want to go?"

The cat would never leave Jenkins's side. Besides, a banquet was exactly the sort of place where interesting things were bound to happen.

This morning felt different. Even though it was only seven-thirty, the streets were surprisingly crowded. Everyone had a cheerful look on their face, and some people had even come out in their pajamas.

At first, Jenkins thought it must be some major holiday he had forgotten. But then he saw the newsboys darting through the streets, selling papers, and realized that the big news from breakfast—which he himself hadn't paid much mind to—was indeed good news that could affect the entire city:

[CHURCH FINDS CURE FOR PLAGUE! ALL INFECTED CITIZENS URGED TO SEEK IMMEDIATE TREATMENT!]