Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 932

The next day was Monday. When Jenkins woke up, his mind was still reeling from the extraordinary events of the previous night—extraordinary even for his life. But the two ladies seemed perfectly normal, chatting and laughing over breakfast.

Jenkins was reminded, once again, of how formidable women could be.

After bidding the two ladies farewell, he didn't head home but went straight to Pops Antique Shop. He hadn't worked there in earnest since the Skull Sword incident, and returning now after so long stirred an indescribable sense of nostalgia within him.

Pops was sitting in his usual rocking chair before the hearth, though no fire burned within it. As spring arrived, certain habits were slowly changing, much like how Jenkins was already planning to move from sleeping by the fireplace back to his upstairs bedroom.

Of course, Pops was well aware of the major incident at the Royal Opera House the night before. In fact, the newspaper in his hands was open to a report on that very event.

Nearly half the page was taken up by a black-and-white photograph taken outside the opera house. The picture had been expertly framed to capture the entrance, showing a crowd of people rushing out as if fleeing a catastrophe.

In the background were all manner of luxurious carriages and uniformed police detectives. The image alone was enough to guarantee that morning's paper would be a bestseller.

“You did well. Very decisive.”

No one, not even Pops, had asked Jenkins how the miraculous explosion had occurred. The public now believed it to be a divine miracle, a sign that Williams was blessed by the gods and destined to be the next archbishop. Those within the Church, however, knew it was a sign of the Saint Son being favored by his deity.

Pops seemed deeply worried. He flipped the newspaper to the next page, which featured a side profile of Jenkins. Judging by the background and his attire, it must have been a photograph taken during his first ennoblement ceremony.

“Bevanna caught an unrecorded demigod on the second floor of the opera house last night. He's from a very troublesome organization. All sorts of strange people are crawling out of the woodwork now. An unfamiliar demigod appearing in Nolan... that’s no small matter, just as significant as you killing Antak.”

He sighed as he spoke. Noticing Jenkins peeking at the newspaper from behind him, he stood up and handed it over.

“It's a story about you. The Church instructed the paper to run a special feature on you. You're going to be truly famous now.”

There was a second newspaper next to Pops, which he unfolded and continued to read.

“Does the Church want me in the public eye?”

“I wouldn't know about that. You should ask Bevanna or Bishop Parrold. Speaking of which, didn't Bevanna ask you to see her this morning? Have you gone yet?”

Jenkins couldn't help but slap his own forehead. “Sorry, I forgot. Last night’s events really took a lot out of me.” Official source ıs novel_fіre.net

“Then you should get going. Come back as soon as you can. The shop hasn't had any business for days. We need to sort out the back warehouse and bring out the stock suitable for spring.”

As he left, Jenkins grabbed Pops's newspaper as well. In the carriage, he read the latest news about the plague.

City Hall had officially disclosed the appearance of the Corpse Plague to the public. Curiously, they hadn't pinned the blame on Duke Antak, but continued to discuss it in conjunction with the winter flu.

The situation had reached a critical point. Most of the cemeteries on the outskirts of the city were temporarily closed. At the same time, any corpse or case of acute fever found within the city limits had to be reported to the police or the Church immediately.

Because news of a coming plague had been circulating for over half a month, the residents of Nolan City were mentally prepared. Still, no one could truly adapt to such a disaster striking in early spring. The streets were less crowded on Monday morning, and most people walked with their heads down, their pace hurried.

If someone suddenly coughed, everyone else on the street would scatter. This was the new normal. People were beginning to avoid going out unless absolutely necessary, but for the sake of survival and family, only a very few could arrange their outings according to their own wishes.

After Skryu Pompey's defeat at Jenkins's hands, the bizarre gray fog that had advanced on the city with the undead had retreated to the outskirts. But the air within the city had not returned to its former state. The retreating mist was not the entirety of it; compared to the days before, the daytime fog felt noticeably thicker.

Jenkins discussed the matter with his carriage driver on the way. The elderly man had witnessed the city's long history of development and knew precisely how the fog had come to be.

“When I was young like you, we could still see the blue sky, though not often. But this kind of thick fog only appeared at the start of winter and the end of summer. Now, it’s just how things are. I honestly don't know which will die first—this city, or the fog.”

At the church, Jenkins made a point to ask Miss Bevanna about the investigation into the fog, but the progress was not promising. It wasn't that they couldn't find the source—the fog clearly originated from the factories and mines in and around Nolan. That much was the cause.

But how it had evolved into its current state was simply inexplicable. The fog was ordinary fog, and the city was an ordinary city. But ordinary fog, having lingered in this ordinary city for so long, had become what it was now.

“It is the result of a combination of factors: the sins of mortals, nature's retribution, the machinations of Enchanters, and the influence of supernatural items. It is fate's punishment for humanity...”

Her explanation sounded almost identical to something Professor Burns would say. In this metaphysical world, the formation of a disaster was often just that irrational.

Miss Bevanna had invited Jenkins to the church to discuss the events that had transpired at the opera house the previous night.

They began by reviewing every encounter between Jenkins and Duke Antak, focusing particularly on the incident from the last day of the previous month. On his way to find companions for a banquet, the duke had inexplicably ambushed him with the intent to kill. They analyzed that event thoroughly.

Throughout their discussion, Miss Bevanna didn't elaborate on the Tree House or the demigod, only mentioning that Duke Antak's actions had been supported by an evil organization.

This was an incredibly dangerous signal, because in the annals of history, the Tree House organization was clearly linked with the term "Savior's Emblem." Their support for Duke Antak directly implied that he, too, was a contender for the emblem.