Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 597

For a man of his limited experience, learning about the true lives of the nobility from two ladies was a crucial step in perfecting his script. The three of them worked together happily—at least, for the time being, it appeared that way.

A funeral for one of the church’s members was held on a Sunday morning. The Church’s Enchanters had their own dedicated cemetery. As the first rays of the rising sun broke through, Jenkins and the other friends each took a handful of earth and cast it onto the coffin resting in the deep grave.

The grave was filled, bit by bit, until the coffin disappeared from sight. At that moment, a resolve to avenge the man solidified in Jenkins’s heart.

Whatever the reason, whatever the capacity he was acting in, Jenkins knew he had to kill the two remaining vampires and seize that mirror.

Due to their busy schedules, most of the mourners left without lingering after the funeral. Only someone with time to spare, like Jenkins, remained, wandering near the graveyard. Papa Oliver had just run into an old acquaintance and stepped aside to chat, telling Jenkins to wait for him so they could return to the city together.

The last funeral he’d attended had been for Mr. Augustus, and before that, Mr. Pisco.

Jenkins had always suspected that the merchant peddling lifespans at Mr. Pisco’s funeral had been part of the man’s arrangements before his death. He even wondered if the many coincidences surrounding his [Undying Man] ability were somehow connected to him. Check latest chapters at NovєlFіre.net

But Mr. Pisco was gone, and those questions would likely remain unanswered forever.

The air outside the city was always fresher than within its walls. On a winter morning , birdsong was a rarity, but treading through the snow and gazing at the distant landscape was a pleasant experience all the same.

He didn’t mind. He stepped forward and gently slid his palm, wreathed in a green aura, along the branch’s surface. A few seconds later, the withered wood came back to life. Buds swelled, and a vibrant flower bloomed.

After a moment of hesitation, he plucked the flower, so fresh it looked as if a drop of dew might fall from its petals at any second. He hadn't even had the chance to theatrically raise it to his nose for a sniff when he heard a light, cheerful laugh behind him.

He turned to see a brown-haired girl, who barely reached his waist, studying him from a short distance away. She wore a padded coat so thick it made her look like a little penguin, and her hands were clasped behind her back.

"A Level 0 Enchanter... A child from the Church?"

Though he didn’t recognize the girl, there were over twenty Scribes still nearby; it was impossible that she was a cultist who had snuck in. Besides, Jenkins felt a strange sense of affinity for the girl, making it impossible for him to harbor any ill will.

"Sir, that flower in your hand is beautiful!"

The girl declared with a wide smile. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her smile carried an indescribable air of nobility.

He glanced down at the flower, oblivious to the cat on his shoulder narrowing its eyes ever so slightly.

"If you like it, then it’s yours."

With that, he crunched through the snow and walked over to her. The girl seemed a little surprised but nevertheless reached out a happy hand to accept the flower.

"Thank you, Mr. Williamette."

So she knew his name. She must be one of the Church’s children.

To prepare for the coming Year-End Festival, Papa Oliver had decided to give the shop a proper decoration before the end of the month. While some of the items from the Reading Festival were still usable, he insisted they needed new ornaments.

There was a shop that sold such things right next door, but Papa Oliver had still crossed three blocks to make his purchases. He and Jenkins carried the cardboard boxes into the back warehouse, where he joked that perhaps they wouldn’t need to buy new decorations for the next Reading Festival.

When he left the antique shop around three in the afternoon, snowflakes had begun to drift down from the sky once more. It was Sunday, so Jenkins headed back to Maidenhaven Road to see his family.

The entire family was gathered in the living room, with the exception of his older brother, who was away at university. Jenkins’s surprise visit added another touch of warmth to the household.

John’s year-end exams were scheduled for the following week, and Mary hoped Jenkins would accompany him to school on that day. John was naturally reluctant, protesting that he was long past the age of needing an escort. But until he could move out on his own like Jenkins, he was in no position to refuse his mother’s requests.

Before dinner, John signaled for Jenkins to have a private word with him. The two brothers made their excuses to use the restroom and slipped into the washroom, one after the other.

The mirror in the washroom reflected both their faces. Although Jenkins was the elder, he looked more like the youngest son of the family, a fact that always made John a little uncomfortable.

"Jenkins, I was hoping you could give me some advice."

The boy seemed a little tense.

"Of course. With Robert away, I suppose I should fill that role. As long as it has nothing to do with that Miss Hood, I can offer advice on anything."

He nodded, leaning against the wall, genuinely curious about what John wanted to ask.

"It has nothing to do with Jennifer..."

He mumbled timidly, then looked up and asked with a serious expression:

"Some of my friends told me that if you open an account at the Travelers' Bank and wire Gold Pounds to a specific person, you’ll see a return on it very quickly. Apparently, it’s some kind of investment opportunity from a local mining giant, but Father’s never mentioned it. I wanted to get your advice."

"Are you that short on Gold Pounds?"

"No, but... I’m sixteen now. I feel like I should have my own source of income..."

He said, his face flushing.

The original Jenkins had entertained similar thoughts at sixteen, but unfortunately, his actions never quite caught up with his ambitions.

"My advice is to stay out of it."

With John, there was no need to be ambiguous.

"If Father doesn’t even know about it, then it’s almost certainly a scam. It’s not worth the risk for a few Gold Pounds, and I think you know that."

John nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I get it. The whole thing did seem a bit strange. If it were that easy to make money, there wouldn't be so many poor people in the world."

Jenkins had been having an ominous feeling lately. He’d noticed that more and more people were taking an interest in "Miss Fabry’s" mining venture. While he could just about maintain the balance for now, the increased attention meant a greater risk of exposure.

Fortunately, word had come from Aediran that they were preparing to close the net. Jenkins planned to return the principal investments based on the complex accounts after the cultists were captured, refunding any excess and settling any deficits. It wouldn't be perfectly fair, of course—the bank’s custodial fees alone accounted for a significant loss—but at least, on average, everyone's losses would be minimized.

"I haven't profited from any of this."

It was one of the reasons he could still consider himself on the side of justice.