Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 910

As for the items Pompey had left behind, most were destroyed by the force of Jenkins’s final sword strike. This meant he had lost both the Corpse-Wrapping Nun's Habit and the bone whistle. Considering how much he had invested in this affair, it was a significant loss.

Papa Oliver didn't elaborate on the "Saint's Blessing," saying only that Miss Bevanna would speak with Jenkins personally once she had finished her current tasks.

The demigods were currently busy throughout the city; in fact, most uninjured Enchanters were. Only an idler like Jenkins could afford to rest in a small cabin in the Evergreen Forest, having already eliminated the greatest threat.

With Pompey dead and the Skull Sword gone once more, the undead crisis that had plagued the city for so long was finally over. But the end was merely a new beginning. The shadow of the plague still hung over the city, and its effects would linger in Nolan for a long time to come.

Papa Oliver spoke with Jenkins for a short while before leaving; he had his own matters to attend to. Relieved to see Jenkins was safe, he instructed him to take a walk in the forest after sunrise but not to wander off, as Miss Bevanna would be coming to see him soon.

Holding a black oilcloth umbrella, Papa Oliver and Captain Bincy, who had been waiting outside, disappeared down the forest path. Jenkins watched the rain from his open window for a few more moments, but a sense of boredom crept in. He closed the window, deciding to visit the Astral Plane to speak with the Star Spirit Rakul and thank her in person.

Jenkins had just lain down when the cat beside him began to paw at his neck with its soft little claws.

"Oh, right. I haven't thanked you yet."

"Chocolate, thank you so much for your help this time. By the way, how did you get back? I don't remember you knowing how to use a spiritual lodestone."

The cat extended its right paw and swiped playfully at the air, looking quite proud of itself. It was only then that Jenkins noticed the last golden hair on its body was gone.

How could he have possibly overlooked such a crucial detail?

"Oh, you used the last golden hair, didn't you? That's how you were able to bring the sword back. Well, that's good. It saved my life after all. Alright, alright, let's get some rest. It's very late."

As he spoke, he started to lie back down, but Chocolate once again extended a paw in protest.

"What is it you want?"

The cat put on a dazed and silly act, pacing back and forth in front of Jenkins before suddenly snapping back to normal with a start. It glanced around as if confused, then leaped deftly from the bed to the floor. It stood on the doormat by the cabin door and looked back at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jenkins suspected his cat had been possessed by something unclean.

"Do you want me to follow you?"

The cat nodded in agreement.

"But it's raining outside. Can't we go out after the weather clears?"

Chocolate had always hated the rain, which would mat its beautiful fur.

The cat began to scratch at the door. Get full chapters from novｅlfire.net

Resigned, Jenkins changed his clothes, grabbed his umbrella, and opened the cabin door. With most of the Enchanters busy and the ordinary folk still sound asleep, there was no one outside.

It was a clearing in the woods, where seven or eight small houses were scattered in a pleasing arrangement. A small path at the edge of the clearing connected to the main road leading to the giant central tree of the Evergreen Forest.

The cat sat obediently in the night rain. Jenkins opened his umbrella and reached down to pick it up, but it immediately darted away, heading into the dense woods.

Jenkins called out as he followed the cat into the jungle. Though there was no path, the sprawling branches and uneven ground didn't hinder him.

Chocolate deliberately maintained a pace that Jenkins could match, occasionally pausing to glance back and ensure he hadn't gotten lost. Soaked by the rain, its short fur was plastered to its skin, giving it a rather comical appearance.

But Jenkins didn't dare show any amusement; the petty cat would surely find a way to get revenge.

Man and cat ran one after the other for ten minutes until the dense forest finally opened up. Ahead was not a clearing or any unexpected buildings, but merely a small pond in the woods.

Before the forest had appeared in the gorge because of Jenkins, a small stream had run through here, connecting to the water systems near Nolan. When the forest grew, the stream integrated seamlessly into its ecosystem, so the presence of a pond was perfectly natural.

What wasn't natural, however, were the countless wild animals lying prostrate on the ground around the pond, just as they had been during the day. In the very center of the pond, a small patch of earth seemed to rise above the water. A pale green fluorescence pulsed outward from it, dotting the sky near the pond with motes of light.

But this scene was only visible after stepping out of the dense forest. While moving through the trees, Jenkins hadn't noticed anything unusual here, even with his Eye of Reality.

Seeing that Jenkins had emerged from the woods, Chocolate immediately turned and ran back to his feet to take shelter from the rain. It then resumed its dazed and silly act, only to snap out of it with a sudden start, looking around in confusion as if it had no idea how it had gotten there.

It shook its body vigorously, flinging off the water, then meowed, begging Jenkins to pick it up. The sopping wet cat finally settled down on his shoulder, and together they gazed toward the center of the pond.

Jenkins reached out, trying to touch the dancing motes of light, but they passed right through his hand. The faint fluorescent specks drifted on the night breeze amidst the rain, mingling with the moonlight to illuminate the prostrate animals.

The night was deep, and the pond's shallow surface reflected everything around it. Once settled, the little cat again began to shake violently, trying to fling the water from its fur. Jenkins’s face was half-soaked in the process.

He took two steps forward, and the animals surrounding the pond automatically parted, creating a path for him. The closer he got, the clearer the object in the center of the water became. There, thrust into the patch of earth, was a horrifying longsword.

Black currents swirled around the blade as a howling wind lashed out, trying to attack the world beyond. The skull on the hilt wore a vicious grin, its eye sockets burning with eerie blue flames.

But all of this was constrained by nine green chains. As he drew nearer to the pond, it was as if an illusion had shattered, and the full scene was finally revealed before Jenkins's eyes.