Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1170

Judging by the frigid, snow-swept landscape, he was either on some remote, snow-capped mountain or, in all likelihood, in the northern Hamparvo Kingdom. Jenkins had no desire to fly a unicorn in this kind of weather, so he would have to rely on others for directions. Once he neared a city, he was confident he could find a Legacy Sage Church. From there, he could send word back to Nolan and put everyone's minds at ease.

Besides, Jenkins had important matters to attend to back in Nolan. There was Hathaway's reaction to his sudden disappearance to consider, not to mention Miss Stevel and the Doomsday Slate that might be hidden in his home. All of this demanded he return as soon as possible.

Now that he was out of the Mysterious Realm, the one-use-per-ability restriction was gone. Tapping into the remarkable healing power of his [Life Source], Jenkins easily pulled Mr. Stone back from the brink of death.

As for Miss Glasses, whose face and neck were covered in bird feathers, Jenkins didn't have a perfect solution. He could only provide some basic treatment before carefully using his flames to burn away the unnecessary "ornaments."

Fortunately, once the feathers were gone, they didn't leave any overly conspicuous marks on her skin. For a female Benefactor, this was a great stroke of luck.

Mr. Stone remained unconscious, but Miss Glasses came to her senses. Seeing the snowy scenery all around, she immediately understood where they were.

After quietly thanking Jenkins, she answered his most pressing question:

"This is Spa Town, in the Hamparvo Kingdom. I don't know if you've heard of it. Although it's just a town, it's the most important transportation hub and travel nexus in the kingdom's northern regions. No matter where you want to go, heading to Spa Town first is essential. Its railway network covers almost every route in the north."

Miss Glasses enthusiastically invited Jenkins to accompany her to Spa Town, and he was of the same mind. The two of them chopped down some nearby dead trees to fashion a stretcher, and then set off carrying Mr. Stone.

Jenkins's reward from this Mysterious Realm was a painting. He had noticed it when he was vomiting earlier; the cat had started stirring, and only then did he realize there was a rolled-up canvas tucked inside his clothes.

He had already examined the painting's contents before his companions awoke. It was a striking depiction of the Slaughter Angel he had defeated on Monday.

Like his previous rewards, this was a Bestowal, but similar to the resurrection feather, it was a rare, single-use item. According to the information Jenkins received upon mentally touching the canvas, he could summon the creature from the painting by tearing it.

The summoned creature's strength would depend on both the original's power and the summoner's. Of course, while the summon's existence was temporary, it would be under his control.

The entrance to the Mysterious Realm was located in an uninhabited valley about ten miles from Spa Town. What Jenkins had mistaken for a vast, snowy plain was merely his line of sight being obscured by the heavy snowfall.

Once they left the valley, they could find the town by following the railway line.

Although the distance was considerable, Jenkins and Miss Glasses were both Benefactors. What's more, they had the good fortune to encounter a train chugging past with its whistle blowing. After hopping aboard, their progress became much faster.

Just as Miss Glasses had described, Spa Town, despite its designation, held a rather distinguished status. After the train pulled into the station, Jenkins noticed the platform was exceptionally crowded. Stepping outside, he was astonished by the town's prosperity.

He had seen the capital of the Hamparvo Kingdom, so he understood just how remarkable Spa Town's level of steam-powered development and prosperity was, especially for a town in the icy north.

Seeing Jenkins's curious expression, Miss Glasses invited him to be a guest at her home. But Jenkins hesitated for a moment before declining. He needed to go to the Legacy Sage Church in Spa Town, and as unregistered Benefactors, it was best for Miss Glasses and Mr. Stone not to get involved with him.

The woman didn't insist; after all, her main priority was to wake Mr. Stone. After they parted ways, Jenkins stood at the station entrance for a while, gazing at the town. Deciding against wandering around, he headed directly for the church.

As a major town in the northern kingdom, Spa Town was home to seven of the Twelve Orthodox Gods' churches—even more than Nolan.

It was a Saturday, and a steady stream of believers flowed into the church for prayers and worship. When Jenkins entered through the main gate with his inquisitive cat, the guards didn't pay him any special attention. With his youthful appearance and composed demeanor, he hardly looked like a troublemaker.

Other than the church in Shire City, Jenkins had never visited one in another diocese. So, after following the other members into the church, he found himself at a loss as to whom he should approach.

He followed the flow of people into the chapel in the southern part of the complex. By the time he realized where he was, he was already seated on a pew, listening to an elderly priest's sermon.

His luck was good. Judging by his vestments, the old priest before him seemed to be a rather important figure in the church. Jenkins sat and listened for half an hour. When the priest stepped down from the pulpit to rest, Jenkins left his seat early and intercepted him in the corridor outside the chapel.

"Sir, do you have a moment?"

The priest was very polite, a kindly expression on his face. He didn't seem annoyed by Jenkins's discourteous interruption.

Jenkins hesitated as soon as he started to speak. If he just blurted out "I am the Saint Son," he didn't know if the priest would believe him; it was more likely he'd be taken for a madman. And if he tried to explain the day's complicated events, this ordinary man in front of him might not be able to comprehend it all.

"I've run into some trouble, Father."

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He glanced around furtively. Seeing no one else nearby, he reached out and took hold of the priest's arm. The old priest's expression grew wary, likely misinterpreting Jenkins's action.

The young writer placed his right hand against his chest to block any potential line of sight, then activated his only divine art, [Psychography]. He didn't let the ability fully manifest, however, only revealing the nature of his spirit and its faint glow.

The old priest started. Though a mortal, he could still perceive the unique characteristics of a divine art from the Sage. He immediately understood that Jenkins was a Scribe.

The rest was much simpler. Since the man in charge of Benefactor affairs for the Spa Town diocese was currently away, the priest led Jenkins to the diocese's Keeper of Secrets.

The Keeper of Secrets spoke with Jenkins for a few minutes, confirmed the details of his story, and then used a special means to contact the Holy See.