Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1101

"Your speculation yesterday was spot-on. We followed that line of thinking and, sure enough, uncovered some unusual traces. When we analyze the Quake family's blood sacrifice ritual for summoning a Cursed Item alongside the blood sacrifice of the Dead Man's Whip, it's clear the latter is also trying to summon some powerful entity. Considering the source of the Exotic Tide, it must be an angel of a heretical god!"

Bevanna explained this while setting up a ritual in a subterranean plaza with the Keeper of Secrets. Jenkins was the only one with nothing to do, and he felt like he was just getting in the way when he tried to join the conversation.

"So, what's the Church's plan? Are we going to summon an angel as well?"

"Summoning an angel is a complex and lengthy process. We can only begin our own ritual once we've confirmed the exact time the heretical god's angel is to be summoned, otherwise we risk missing the optimal window. However, parts of the ritual can be prepared in advance, which is what we're doing now..."

She finally seemed to realize Jenkins was no longer the Level 0 Enchanter he'd been half a year ago, so she had him join in the preparations for the ritual.

While it was rare for the Orthodox Churches to summon an angel, the ritual itself was perfectly preserved in the libraries of every major diocese, and the churches kept all the necessary materials on hand. Therefore, the summoning itself posed no issue. Even Jenkins could quickly grasp what each step required. Still, a five-part ritual that needed at least three hundred participants was certainly on the complex side.

"All the Orthodox Churches in Nolan are now preparing the summoning ritual. As soon as we see signs of the heretical god's angel, we'll perform our own rituals at staggered times. This will give our angels the greatest chance of intercepting it."

It was a solid plan, at least Jenkins couldn't see any flaws in it. He had a feeling the heretical god's angel wouldn't cause too much damage, and the anxiety that had been weighing on him for a week finally lifted.

A faint smile touched his lips as he lowered his head again, infusing his spirit into the chalk and sketching divine runes on the ground. The Keeper of Secrets' apprentices were doing the same work around him, but only Jenkins was qualified to draw the core runes symbolizing concepts like [God], [Sacred], and [Communion].

Helping prepare the ritual ahead of time wasn't particularly demanding. Chocolate, full and bored, had been trailing Jenkins, watching him go about his work.

Suddenly, he heard the cat let out a threatening hiss, and then felt a faint tug on his sleeve.

He glanced down and saw the tiny dream sprite hiding in his sleeve, trembling with fear. It was pulling at his clothes while cautiously peering at its surroundings.

Jenkins's heart leaped. He bent down to quiet the cat, whose eyes held a fierce glint, then excused himself to take a break, feigning a stomachache. With the little sprite in his sleeve and Chocolate in tow, he made his way to a quiet public restroom.

Everyone was busy with their work, so the restroom was empty.

"Well? Did you find him?"

He placed the little sprite on the washstand and noticed that the mirror behind it didn't show her reflection.

"I found him... Sir, could you please control your cat? I'm a bit afraid."

Compared to the imperious attitude she'd had when she first appeared in his dream, the little creature was now exceedingly polite.

"Of course. You don't need to worry. It might look fierce, but it's really just an ordinary cat."

He said, patting his cat to soothe it. The dream sprite's mouth fell open in surprise, as if to protest, but she instantly caught the profound look in Chocolate's large, amber eyes.

She clapped a hand over her mouth, understanding the cat's silent message.

"Sir, I've found the location of the target you were looking for. He's very good at hiding. The night before last, I connected to the dreams of half the city and still couldn't find him. If he hadn't fallen into a deep sleep last night from his grave injuries and sickness, I would never have been able to enter the dream of an Enchanter of his caliber."

With that, she told Jenkins Diwo's current location. The pirate king hadn't fled Nolan despite the city-wide manhunt; he was hiding in the hold of a docked freighter in the Docklands. According to the dream sprite, his condition was nearing collapse due to his lingering illness and the injuries he'd sustained yesterday. He was so weak, she said, that even she could have easily killed him in his dream.

"That's excellent. Thank you for your help."

Jenkins nodded his thanks to the little sprite. Blushing slightly, she took his finger and shook it, as if to say there was no need for such formality. Then she shuffled a little farther to the left on the washstand, putting more distance between herself and the terrifying cat.

It was clear that despite their less-than-harmonious first meeting, the little sprite had grown quite fond of Jenkins. She seemed to entertain the idea of staying by his side, but for some unknown reason, she never voiced it.

Before she left, however, she told Jenkins that if he ever needed her in the future, he could call her true name in a dream. If she heard him, she promised, she would come.

"Sprites, and creatures like them, all seem to be exceptionally beautiful. I wonder why that is?"

Jenkins muttered to himself as he watched the dream sprite vanish. The treasure sprites, festival sprites, and dream sprites he'd encountered were all smaller than his palm and wore very little, but they were unquestionably exquisite beauties, far beyond any human comparison.

Chocolate expressed its sincere concern over Jenkins's tastes.

Now that he knew Diwo's location, Jenkins had no intention of letting him go. The prophecy had demanded he kill Diwo personally. And while Jenkins still didn't entirely trust that prophecy, Diwo was just a pirate. Killing him wasn't a great loss.

To ensure he could handle the kill himself, Jenkins didn't inform the Church. Instead, once the morning's ritual preparations were mostly complete, he made an excuse to leave the cathedral, donned a black robe, and headed for the Docklands.

With spring in full swing, bustling trade by land and sea had returned to Nolan. Compared to the desolate quiet of winter, the docks during the day were as lively as a festival. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelꞁire.net

An endless stream of dockworkers, sailors, brokers, and all sorts of other motley characters filled the streets. In theory, anything one could buy in the city proper could also be bought here.

Diwo had indeed found an excellent hiding spot. The freighter he'd chosen was undergoing repairs after some trouble docking. It lay among the other ships at the pier, and trying to pick out one suspicious individual from the crowd would be like finding a needle in a haystack.