Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 843

Jenkins leaned back against the sofa, a troubled look on his face.

"I don't exactly have access to any special channels for information."

"No, you do, Jenkins. You just haven't realized it yet. Everything is happening around you. You're like the main character on a stage..."

Alexia's words were heavy with meaning.

"I found some information in the Stuart royal library. Did you know that while the so-called 'Savior's Emblems' are mostly acquired after mastering specific abilities, it's not the only way?"

"Then what else is there?"

Jenkins asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes, but fate always favors those who don't deliberately seek it. Jenkins, I can't tell you too much, but in the time you're not dealing with that sword, think carefully about what you're about to face. It might be crucial to defeating it."

Because of what Alexia said, Jenkins had an extremely bizarre dream that night.

The dream began, as usual, with him being startled by a giant black cat. But in the next instant, the cat vanished, and the Skull Sword descended from the heavens, destroying his house. His neighbors, the Goodman family, and Silver Flute Miss had all turned into undead and tried to attack him, only to be swiped out of existence by a single paw from Chocolate, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"What in the world is going on? How is Chocolate so powerful?"

Exhausted from the past few days, he didn't even realize he was dreaming.

"This is a circus performance. Have you forgotten?"

Papa Oliver, dressed as a clown, leaped out from some nearby bushes. Bizarrely, he was wearing Miss Stuart's blue formal dress.

Startled by the sight of Papa Oliver in a dress, Jenkins snapped awake, his eyes wide as he stared at the holy emblem on the side of his desk, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Oh, God, I forgot about the circus! There are a lot of high-level Enchanters there!"

It is said that you dream of what you think about during the day, but for someone with Jenkins's immense spiritual strength, a dream was very likely a kind of premonition. He had always been waiting to see how the black cat from his dreams would manifest in his life, and this last dream was clearly a prophetic one.

"Does this count as my introduction to divination?"

he wondered, his eyes wide.

Chocolate, by his pillow, let out a sleepy murmur. It was time for sleeping, and a young cat needed its rest.

Miss Audrey had mentioned prophetic dreams in her divination lessons, but Jenkins had never before had one with such a clear omen.

"Could it be that Wilkawang is hiding in the circus right now?"

Jenkins was already starting to plan his day.

He had been jolted awake by the image of Papa Oliver in a dress at only two in the morning, and after that, he couldn't get back to sleep. It wasn't that he was replaying the comical sight in his mind; he was just thinking about all the possible scenarios involving the circus.

The place was clearly unusual; Jenkins had realized that from their very first encounter in Bel Diran. It was just that various other matters had kept him from dealing with the circus folk. But now that he had a premonition, there was definitely something wrong with that place.

He lay with his eyes wide open, staring impatiently at the ceiling. As soon as his pocket watch showed six o'clock, he scrambled out of bed, changed out of his pajamas, and hurried into the hallway.

Chocolate was curled up into a ball of fur by the pillow. The cat had no intention of following him; after all, there wouldn't be any danger.

At six o'clock, the church was quiet, but not empty. Morning prayers were generally held at six-thirty, and the clergy participating were already beginning their preparations.

The choir children were also up early. As Jenkins crossed the courtyard, he saw Fini. She was crouching by a flowerbed in the garden, doing something or other. Jenkins was in too much of a hurry to greet the girl; he had urgent business.

He reached the building where Miss Bevanna's office was located, only to suddenly realize he had no idea where she actually lived. He hesitated for a moment by a white, jade-like pillar at the base of the stairs, then looked up to see Keeper Corinshir directing apprentices as they carried a massive wooden crate down from the upper floor.

The surface of the crate was covered in the holy emblems of the Sage, and the empty spaces were filled with quotes from religious texts written in deep blue ink. Such a solemn seal made Jenkins suspect it might contain the offspring of some void creature. The group also looked extremely tense, as if they were carrying a steam bomb that was about to explode.

The Keeper waved a greeting to Jenkins, but his eyes remained fixed on the crate.

"Be careful, now! It's alright to go slow, but you must be careful!"

"Mr. Corinshir, do you know where Miss Bevanna is right now?"

"It's Wednesday... She should be doing her morning exercises behind the Gate of All Things. I heard they're serving her favorite red bean paste pastries for breakfast today, so you should be able to find her in Dining Hall 9 at seven. Excuse me, please make way."

"Oh, of course. Thank you... What is this?"

He couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. The Keeper answered immediately; the object was dangerous, but not so important that it had to be kept secret from Jenkins.

"A few days ago, the Church discovered a new room in the ancient ruins near where that dragon was found. We didn't expect to find this thing still there. It hasn't been seen for many epochs. A-06-1-6269, 'Goodnight, My Child'."

Jenkins muttered under his breath and immediately took another step back, then watched as the group headed down the second-floor corridor. This update ıs available on novᴇlfire.net

This Gizmo had the appearance of a rusty, rectangular iron box, which, judging by its weight, was probably hollow. Its surface was devoid of any patterns, bearing only the words 'Goodnight, My Child' carved in an ancient human language. Its special property was that if it remained within a certain area for more than twenty-four hours, or if it suffered a major impact, all ordinary people within a 700-square-mile radius (approximately 1,813 square kilometers) would fall into a deep sleep.

In other words, if A-06-1-6269 were to activate inside the church right now, the entire city, including parts of the suburbs and the sea, would fall into a deep slumber.

There was no known way to resist this dangerous Gizmo. Once triggered, the sleepers could never awaken unless the object was moved again. It had been active during the 13th Epoch, after which the Church had lost track of it. Papa Oliver had even mentioned that some had proposed revoking its designation, but no one had expected it to be contained in some deserted underground ruins all this time.