Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 553

Mr. Scotter tried to argue, but his voice was feeble.

"I did some research. Your support group started last winter. After a year of running this Spirit Incident Support Group, your goal is probably to collect fear, isn't it? How fascinating. After all, that cup's effective range isn't very large. Let me take a guess as to where it is now."

As he spoke, he waved a hand, and five or six red fireballs shot from his sleeves, coming to a stop near the theater walls. The glow from the fireballs still wasn't enough to completely illuminate the space, but it was much better than before.

The sudden brightness made everyone's eyes struggle to adjust, and Jenkins could finally see the entire theater. The ordinary people who had come here to share their stories and seek help cried out in shock. Even having experienced supernatural incidents themselves, they still found it difficult to accept that the 'wizards' of stories truly existed in this world.

"I mean, please look behind you."

Mr. Scotter remained seated, his tone utterly calm.

"Do you think I would turn my head?"

The magician scoffed.

Two smooth arms extended from the surface of the mirror hidden in the shadows. They moved very slowly; had the magician turned and noticed them, he certainly could have dodged. But alas, he did not turn. The moment the arms made contact with him, the magician vanished from the spot.

Jenkins glanced toward the mirror. The magician's figure was still visible within its hazy reflection.

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It was the most logical assumption.

"Did he never consider that for the past year, I've been constantly meeting with people who've encountered evil spirits, without any concern for my own safety?"

Ignoring the six ordinary people huddled together, Mr. Scotter stood up, muttering to himself. He straightened his tie, then bent down to pick up the red velvet cloth from the floor and draped it over the mirror's surface.

"If I didn't have a failsafe, why would I do something so dangerous?"

He turned, faced the six masked strangers, and slowly gave a bow.

"I'm truly sorry for inviting all of you to this support group. I originally had no malicious intent. But for things to turn out this way was beyond my expectations. I promise, when I kill you, I will make sure you feel no pain."

As he spoke, his right hand reached behind his back. There was a loud bang. The bullet from Jenkins's pistol struck him in the forehead. Mr. Scotter collapsed to the ground without a chance to offer any last words or opinions.

At such a close range, even Jenkins could make the shot.

He did not immediately go forward to check on the situation, instead looking toward the mirror covered by the red cloth. But the magician did not lift the velvet and reappear. It seemed the owner's death did not affect the mirror's function, which saved Jenkins a lot of trouble.

After the magician was taken by the mirror, the fireballs he had summoned for light vanished. Jenkins, holding a candle, confirmed that Mr. Scotter was truly dead before turning to look at the other five people, who dared not move a muscle.

"Please, don't be afraid..."

They only trembled more violently.

Jenkins shook his head, patted Chocolate on his shoulder, then bent down to pick up the cups of water Mr. Scotter had placed on the floor for everyone.

He sniffed it, and after confirming it was water and not tea, he dipped the fingers of his right hand into the liquid, stirring it while chanting something in a low, indiscernible hum.

A few minutes later, he carried the cup over to the five violently trembling people and flicked water onto each of them in turn.

"I've driven away the evil spirit. If you're still worried, you can visit a church to pray over the next few weeks. Reading religious texts before bed each night wouldn't hurt either. Now go, and remember to call the police as soon as you're outside."

Exasperated, Jenkins raised his gun and aimed it at them. A woman shrieked, and then the five of them scrambled out of the theater's side door, their panicked footsteps echoing down the long corridor.

He rubbed his nose, raised the candle to look at the decorative light fixture overhead, and then asked softly:

"Chocolate, can you make that jump?"

The cat probably meant it was too high, or at least that's what Jenkins guessed.

He had no choice but to drag a chair beneath the light fixture. Grasping the backrest, he swung it a few times before violently flinging the chair upward.

With a loud crash, a shower of fragments rained down from above. Jenkins had already moved a safe distance away. After confirming it was safe, he walked back onto the stage, only to realize he had forgotten to move Mr. Scotter's body, which was now covered in shards of the broken fixture.

He rubbed his nose, then summoned a ball of starlight to search through the pile of debris. It didn't take long to find the wooden goblet filled with a black liquid.

The goblet was not very large, even a bit smaller than a typical wine glass. Its wood grain was clearly visible, and even though the goblet had tipped over, not a single drop of the liquid inside had spilled out.

Chocolate stretched its head out from Jenkins's shoulder to sniff at the goblet. Its eyes lit up, and it was impossible to tell what new scheme it was plotting.

he muttered softly, looking again at the mirror. He really wanted to take it, since it could reveal, repel, and imprison spirits. But the thing was simply too large, and the unique, rune-like patterns on its frame made it highly recognizable. Even if he managed to take it, he risked being discovered.

"I'll just leave this for the Church. I just wonder which one will arrive first... I recall the Church of the Unlit Moon is the closest."

He drew a length of rope out of thin air, used it to securely bind the velvet cloth to the mirror, and then turned to leave. He didn't think it was a sad thing for the magician to be captured by an Orthodox Church. After all, the Church would only make him register. And besides, with the rest of his circus troupe being Level 6 Enchanters, the man was simply too dangerous.

Nolan City did not need so many high-level, unregistered Enchanters.

Carrying Chocolate and holding the wooden goblet, he exited the theater through the back door. From behind a pile of construction materials, he summoned his unicorn, concealed himself in smoke, and once again flew into the sky.

He returned to the church without any issues. After washing up briefly, Jenkins leaned against his headboard, gently lifting Chocolate by the waist and placing him on the dark blue-striped duvet.

"When did you learn to turn invisible?"

He craned his neck, staring at his cat.

The kitten purred softly, licked its paw, and looked back at Jenkins with its exceptionally beautiful feline eyes.

"Chocolate, you wouldn't betray me, would you?"

He didn't know why he had asked such a question.

The cat padded a few steps across the uneven duvet and gently rubbed the side of its face against the back of Jenkins's hand.