Chapter 220: Chapter 220

Jenkins was quite satisfied with the gains from this trip to the Mysterious Realm, and more importantly, he had survived. But weren't the empty bubbles more precious than a learnable ability?

The two women struggled to support him as they hurried through the glowing portal in the wall of fire. There was no longer any reason to stay.

The card dealer sighed, stopping his shuffling.

He carefully placed the deck on the table near his right hand, and then his entire body began to burn. Finally, he transformed into a ghostly face of fire and flew into the boundless sea of flames.

His two emerald eyes first fell onto the chair, then bounced onto the scorched ground, rolling and rolling and rolling...

Until they were stopped by a cat's small paw.

Chocolate was just an illusion now; it wasn't his physical body that had come here. It squinted, looking around, then casually batted at the air with a cute little paw. A wisp of red flame floated out from the sea of fire and flew into the white light.

It meowed with satisfaction and turned to leave. But then it glanced at the two emeralds on the ground. Following the principle of not letting things go to waste, it swallowed them in one gulp. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveI(F)ire.net

The smug cat was now even more satisfied.

Endless white light, bizarre and fantastical illusions. A cold sensation flowed into Jenkins's body from his back. He was still far from level three, but at least he had taken another step forward.

His feet touched the ground, and he heard the soft calls of Miss Audrey and Miss Miller.

He opened his dazed eyes as if waking from a dream and raised a hand to shield them from the sun. This was no longer that alley. This place was much cleaner. Brass-colored steam pipes ran along the base of the wall and the ground, stretching forward. If one listened closely, a gurgling sound could be heard.

In the distance, he could see the black building from the window earlier. They hadn't gone far from it.

"Mr. Williams, how are you?"

Miss Audrey bent over and asked cautiously.

Jenkins shook his head. The cold wind blew against his sweat-drenched body, making him feel awful. He took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and took a few deep breaths before slowly asking, "Did we... win? Are you two alright?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, he let out a long sigh of relief. He glimpsed the wound on Miss Audrey's palm, made by the silver needle, and reached out, activating his ability to heal her.

The whole process seemed perfectly ordinary to Jenkins. His real motive was to create an excuse to check the status of his own abilities.

He released Miss Audrey's hand. Her face was slightly flushed from the pain.

"How do I have a new ability? Knowledge Bestowal? Miss Miller, this seems to be..."

"Don't worry about it."

Miss Miller said softly, her eyes narrowed. "Consider it my gratitude for saving me. In the end, it was a good thing you reacted so quickly. And rest assured, I have no interest whatsoever in the Twin Demons or anything of the sort. Besides, my attitude toward you last Wednesday night was rather poor. Since we're going to be friends now, it's only right that I apologize. Of course, I hope this ability will be of help to you. If you don't need it, I can look for a way to erase abilities..."

"No, I like it very much."

He nodded, his expression conflicted. What was this woman after? The Savior she mentioned earlier?

From their earlier conversation, Jenkins could deduce that [Twin Demons]—an ability of mysterious origin that could manifest a Soul Emblem—was not just a simple ability. Combined with what Miss Audrey had mentioned about "Destiny's Stage" during her first visit, a faint guess began to form in his mind.

But he didn't plan to ask the two of them directly. This wasn't the right time or place.

The three of them agreed not to speak to anyone about their adventure in the Mysterious Realm. After all, each of them had more or less revealed their secrets. It wouldn't be good for any of them if anyone else found out.

Mr. Robinson's relic, that grimy hemp rope, had also been brought out. For now, Miss Audrey would keep it. They would discuss how to divide it after they identified what it was.

Since they were on the topic of rewards, Miss Audrey reminded Jenkins that his prize was in his pocket.

Without hesitation, he pressed the card against the scorched-smelling fabric over his heart and slowly infused his spirit into it. A peculiar sensation swept over him, like being blasted with warm air from a hairdryer. Goosebumps erupted all over his body.

He now understood why this ability was more precious than an empty bubble—it was actually a purple of Destiny: [Favor of the Flames].

He glanced at Miss Audrey and Miss Miller. These two ladies could be trusted for the time being. Though not to the same extent as Papa Oliver and Hathaway, they bore him no ill will.

He decided to befriend these two high-level Enchanters. The more he encountered, the more he felt the weakness of his own power. Having a few more friends couldn't be a bad thing.

So, Jenkins casually mentioned the ability. Surprisingly, Miss Audrey knew of it. It meant that destiny had ordained Jenkins would be highly resistant to harm from fire and that he would exhibit greater luck in situations or matters involving flames.

"That's great! Luck is exactly what I'm lacking!"

Jenkins's body was indeed still feeling unwell. The feigned death ability was quite harsh on the living, and his physical body was still that of a weak mortal.

Miss Miller and Miss Audrey supported Jenkins on his left and right as they left the alley. They stumbled onto the main road, intending to find a carriage at the street corner.

Just then, a familiar carriage appeared from around another corner and sped past the trio. The wind, carrying the smell of coal smoke, happened to blow open the light-blocking curtain on one side of the carriage.

Hathaway Hersha looked out and saw Jenkins in his black coat, looking utterly exhausted while being supported by two beautiful women.

Jenkins looked in and saw Hathaway, dressed as she always was. On her neck, where her necklace lay, was a faint kiss mark.

Both pretended not to have seen the other, not even nodding in acknowledgment.

Hathaway was stunned for a long moment before she turned to the blonde girl sitting beside her.

"Hathaway, did you see something?"

The red-haired girl felt her mood suddenly sour, but she didn't know why. She thought again of the scene just now: Jenkins and those two young women.

She looked down at her new shoes, then looked up at her lover, who was watching her with concern. She felt like she was going mad.