Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 884

As fellow Enchanters, Magic Miss and her two companions were just as vigilant, and Jenkins hadn't made any effort to conceal his footsteps. It only took them a few minutes to realize they were being followed. After a series of cautious probes, they spotted two unfamiliar figures standing across the street, though the cat perched on one's shoulder was anything but unfamiliar.

White Cat Mr ventured, his voice tentative.

Jenkins nodded, releasing his purple Spirit Emblem to confirm his identity. Beside him, Julia's eye twitched. She remembered clearly that Jenkins Williams's Spirit Emblem was a small, growing tree. In fact, the four of them had just been discussing the tree's unusual changes last Tuesday night.

Magic Miss trusted Jenkins completely, but she didn't extend that same trust to the stranger at his side.

"A friend of mine. We happened to be out for a walk with the cat and saw you all rushing through the streets. Did something happen? Speaking of which, it's been a long time since Mr. Hood held a gathering."

"I was actually just wondering if you were going to suddenly pop out from some dark corner and surprise us,"

"We are in trouble. Something has happened to Mr. Hood. He sent me a distress signal, but I couldn't find anyone else on short notice. I had to grab Silver Flute Miss and White Cat Mr, who I happened to run into at the black market, to help... Care to join us?"

There was no pressure in her question, but Jenkins was going to get involved regardless. Whether this had anything to do with the Skull Sword or not, he didn't want Mr. Hood to actually die.

"Of course. I suppose my cat-walking time is over. You can go back now."

He suddenly turned to Julia. The maid simply nodded, showing no offense at his commanding tone.

"Very well, Mr. Candle. I look forward to seeing you again."

As she spoke, her figure began to fade, slowly dissolving into the mist until she vanished completely.

"Excellent. Let's go."

He stroked his cat, then addressed his three friends.

Chocolate was still a little miffed, but since the evening's company had been Julia and not some other woman—and since she was still the one by Jenkins's side in the end—the matter was more or less resolved to her satisfaction.

With that thought, the cat's mood returned to normal. She even stood on his shoulder and playfully tapped the back of his neck with her tail.

And so, with the exception of the temporary "victim," Mr. Hood, and Hathaway—Skylark Miss—who was genuinely out of Nolan, the entire little group had miraculously come together.

Magic Miss was the only one who knew the full story. As they moved, she recounted the details she had already shared with Silver Flute Miss and White Cat Mr.

"Mr. Hood is trapped in a cemetery on the outskirts. Not one of the graveyards under the protection of the Church of Death and End, but the burial ground in the Black Forest, out on the great plains southwest of the city. Oh, you're not a Nolan native, so you might not know, but that place is..."

Jenkins knew exactly which place she meant; the body's original owner had been born and raised in Nolan. More than half of the horror stories told to Nolan children featured that eerie Black Forest.

The forest owed its name to the unique quality of its soil, which caused most of the trees to grow with a dark, almost black hue. The thick canopy of branches and leaves blocked out the sun, making the tree trunks appear unnaturally black in the deep shadows.

The great cemetery within the Black Forest had come into being for more complicated reasons. To put it simply, not everyone could afford the gold pounds or shillings required to purchase a proper burial plot. No matter how cheap the city's public cemeteries were, they remained out of reach for the poor living in the slums and for the unfortunate souls who died far from home.

Simply discarding a body was illegal and a violation of the doctrines of the Church of Death and End. So, people began carrying their deceased loved ones out to the distant Black Forest to bury them. Over time, that practice gave rise to the massive burial ground.

Yet, there had never been a single rumor of the place being haunted. Though adults often used scary stories about the cemetery to discipline unruly children, it was genuinely devoid of any supernatural phenomena. This was because a terrifying evil, the Light-Devouring Beast, had been sealed deep in the earth beneath the forest since the 13th Epoch.

It was one of the few fearsome entities that the Nolan church had on record as being sealed within the local area, and it was rumored to have ties to the heretical god, the Lord of Myriad Brilliance.

The accumulation of corpses actually helped to reinforce the seal on the creature. For that reason, the formation of the cemetery had, in fact, received the tacit approval of the Church of Death and End.

Logically, raising the dead in such a place should have been far more difficult, but Jenkins still felt it was possible he would run into the Skull Sword there.

"A cemetery... You three go on ahead. I'll be right there."

With that thought, he abruptly broke away from the group and vanished into the thick fog.

The others didn't seem to mind. Mr. Candle had always been eccentric. If he said he would be back, he would be back.

And sure enough, less than ten minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from behind. A man with his cat, carrying a flowerpot in one arm, caught up to them.

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None of the three understood why a potted plant would be considered a "weapon," but it hardly mattered. As long as the powerful Mr. Candle was with them, that was all that mattered.

Once they were clear of the dense fog surrounding the city, they no longer had to worry about drawing public attention when using their supernatural abilities. Both Magic Miss and Silver Flute Miss could summon clouds that wrapped around their feet, allowing them to glide forward at high speed—an ability known as Cloud Step. White Cat Mr, meanwhile, simply transformed into a white cat.

This certainly caught Chocolate's attention. She let out a soft meow, which Jenkins assumed was a greeting to a fellow feline, but in reality, Chocolate was just expressing her boredom.

Summoning the unicorn was out of the question; only Magic Miss knew he was a "follower of the God of Lies." Instead, he brought forth his long-unused skeletal horse. While the Church was aware of the bone whistle artifact, summoning a skeletal steed was a perfectly ordinary method of travel.

The four of them reached the edge of the Black Forest at ten-forty. Magic Miss concealed their forms, and they pressed deeper, discovering signs of human presence not far from the large cemetery.