Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 922

The metal block felt heavy in his hand, its surface a complex tapestry of runes and vine-like protrusions that made it look like a perfect work of art. Each of its six faces bore a different symbol, each representing a unique sealing method, but all six were now blurry and indistinct.

This meant the seal was broken. Jenkins only needed to infuse his spirit into the block to activate and use it. Follow current novels on novel-fire.net

"A metal block sealing a godhead?"

Jenkins never imagined he'd be lucky enough to have a godhead practically fall from the sky.

The cat in the tree wore a smug expression. It licked its paws, clearly pleased to be sharing its find with Jenkins.

It turned, took the letter that had been resting in a bird's nest into its mouth, then scurried down the tree right into Jenkins's waiting arms.

Jenkins reached for the envelope, and Chocolate put on a show of playful resistance before finally releasing it. As Jenkins opened the letter, the cat draped itself over his shoulder, eyes half-closed, its tail twitching contentedly. Jenkins took pleasure in sharing these moments—these 'finds'—with his cat, and the little feline felt the same way.

He examined the envelope. Other than a few bird prints, it was blank. Inside, there was only a single sheet of paper:

[This is an additional reward. You have done well. Music shall shelter you, heretic.]

He chuckled and shook his head, tucking the envelope and the metal block into his coat pocket. A quick glance confirmed no one was watching, and he reached up to stroke the cat on his shoulder.

"We've had a great haul today," Jenkins murmured. "I'll get you a special treat tonight after we get back from the opera."

Chocolate sat obediently, bobbing its head enthusiastically, and then nuzzled its furry cheek against Jenkins's finger in a show of affection.

Jenkins had expected to find nothing more than a few remnants from the forging of the White Bone Holy Sword. To receive a new godhead was a wonderful surprise. Possessing it meant he was practically invincible in the material world. Not even the strangest sealed artifacts or malevolent entities from other dimensions could stand against him in a divine state.

His mood, already bright, lifted even higher at the thought. On the way back to St. George Avenue, he even had the coachman pull over so he could pluck a stalk of Pomfox grass from the edge of a field to play with Chocolate.

Pomfox grass resembled the foxtail grass from Jenkins's memories, but it only grew in the spring. Most cats adored it, but Chocolate merely gave it a curious sniff before losing all interest. No matter how Jenkins dangled it, the cat remained impassive, even letting out a delicate yawn.

He spent the afternoon reading, preparing for Papa Oliver to quiz him on his studies at the shop the next day. After lunch, he went to his bedroom to lay out his evening attire. Though it was only an opera, he recalled his conversation with the bishop that morning. For certain reasons, many of Nolan City's most prominent figures would be in attendance. It would be best for Jenkins to dress sharply.

The unspoken message was clear: enough influential people had been invited to this premiere that Jenkins, as a representative of the Sage Church in the public eye, needed to look the part.

Hathaway and Briny arrived at St. George Avenue around seven, one after the other. They hadn't traveled together, and the blonde, Briny, was the first to arrive. When she knocked, Jenkins was in the middle of a futile attempt to adorn his cat with a bow tie, but the clever feline was proving far too elusive.

"Are you planning to take Chocolate with you?"

"Yes, it feels too cruel to leave him all alone."

Jenkins stroked Chocolate's head as he spoke, and the cat narrowed its eyes in contentment.

His original plan hadn't included Chocolate, but after the cat's masterstroke in finding the godhead, Jenkins had changed his mind. Aside from its aversion to being dressed up, the cat was remarkably well-behaved. It wouldn't run amok or cause a fuss during the performance, which was the biggest reason Jenkins felt comfortable bringing it along.

"That's true, Chocolate is very well-behaved," Briny agreed with a smile. "I can't imagine there would be any trouble." She extended a hand clad in a white lace glove to pet the cat, but Chocolate instantly darted away from Jenkins's side.

Jenkins wasn't surprised. To this day, Chocolate had never let anyone else touch him.

Today, Briny wore a formal gown similar in style to one Princess Dolores Stuart had worn. It was a design straight from the illustrations of princesses in the "Stranger's Story Collection"—and, bizarrely, an outfit Papa Oliver had sported in one of Jenkins's dreams.

Her golden hair was a perfect complement to the pale green dress. She wore no hoop skirt, as she would be seated for the performance, but the gown still accentuated her slender waist.

"What do you think of this dress?"

"It's very beautiful," Jenkins answered honestly, adding, "...and so are you." At his words, her smile became even more radiant.

He and Briny had shared an awkward night on the train during their winter holiday. As if that incident had been a starting gun, his relationship with Hathaway had advanced by leaps and bounds afterward.

Jenkins was certain that Briny knew nothing of Enchanters, much less about his relationship with Hathaway. He had no idea how the blonde girl would react if she were to learn of either.

From what Jenkins knew of Briny, she wasn't the "generous" type who would compromise or be willing to share. Her upbringing in a marquis's household had forged a fiercely independent and self-reliant personality. If she ever found out what had transpired between him and Hathaway, their friendship would, at the very least, be shattered.

Some people say it's easy to get caught when you're thinking of one woman while talking to another. Jenkins now knew this was false. Briny had no idea what was on his mind; she even invited him to her cottage on the outskirts of the city after the premiere.

"It'll be too late after the performance," Jenkins said, attempting a polite refusal. "If I were to head back to the city from your place, I don't think I'd get home until midnight."

A single young man visiting the home of a young woman at night was a dangerous proposition. Jenkins knew this for a fact, and his expression suddenly grew guarded.

"Hathaway will be there too," Briny said softly. Then, quite suddenly, she rose onto her tiptoes to straighten his bow tie—a surprisingly difficult maneuver, considering she was wearing high heels.

"Hathaway is going too?"

A single young man visiting two young women at night... that sounded marginally safer.