Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 933

For now, it seemed Antak's quest to claim the status of Savior had yet to drag Jenkins into the mess—after all, he truly hadn't done anything. But if the Church were to uncover any documents about the [Destiny's Stage] from the Antak family in the Cheslan Kingdom, his performance last night would immediately be cast in a suspicious light.

The only way to distance himself from the [Destiny's Stage] affair was to relocate the Doomsday Document, potentially hidden within the opera house, as soon as possible.

If the Doomsday Document were to surface in a location Jenkins could not have possibly reached, any suspicion against him would evaporate.

Having come to this realization, acting as soon as the Church and police withdrew from the opera house became paramount. But for today, at least, Jenkins had no opportunity. The theater was still completely locked down.

His conversation with Miss Bevanna continued until lunchtime. She dismissed him only after she was confident she had gathered every possible clue from the previous night. The entire discussion seemed to revolve around that single topic. If Jenkins's suspicions were correct, the Church was hoping to glean clues from Duke Antak's actions on how to construct the [Destiny's Stage].

Such an effort was undoubtedly useful, but the opportunity it represented was already gone.

"Speaking of which, what's the latest on the Mirror World?"

The cat, having dozed on Jenkins's lap all morning, finally stirred as lunchtime drew near. It had assumed Jenkins was about to stand and head off to eat, but the man merely adjusted his posture with no intention of getting up.

"It's a complicated situation. The entrance to the Mirror World remains unstable, and the investigators we sent in have found no trace of the circus performers. The five major churches in Nolan have all appealed to their higher-ups for assistance, as we have no Enchanters in the diocese with significant knowledge of the Mirror World. No new demigods will be arriving for the time being—after all, the incident in the desert is likely an even greater mess."

As she spoke, she casually retrieved a manila folder from her desk and handed it to Jenkins.

"Have a look if you're interested. It's all about the Mirror World. Frankly, even if we make no further headway, our current findings are enough to revolutionize our understanding of it. I simply can't fathom how that circus obtained a fixed entrance. We're currently tracing their movements over the past ten years..."

Last night's opera had been cut short midway by the sudden incident. Though Duke Antak's "descent from the heavens" nearly obliterated the stage, it was fortunate that the interruption occurred during a scene change. Only two actors, singing a duet at the very edge of the stage, were present, and thus no one was harmed.

The performance would be rescheduled, but given the current plague, the new date would likely be pushed to late spring. Fortunately, the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe had no immediate plans to leave Nolan.

The troupe had been held up in Nolan since last autumn due to unforeseen circumstances and had been performing locally ever since. Half a year was long enough to change the minds of some staff members. A considerable number now supported the idea of putting down roots rather than continuing their traditionally nomadic lifestyle.

According to Mr. Nelly's letter, the matter was still in the discussion phase, but at the very least, they wouldn't be leaving the city before summer arrived.

After leaving the church, Jenkins stopped by his home to collect his mail. He read through the letters as he made his way to Pops Antique Shop. Among them were notes from acquaintances, inquiring after his well-being following the city-wide mass fainting incident on Friday. Content orıginally comes from NoveIＦire.net

Grant, the old painter, had sent a letter as well. In addition to the usual pleasantries, he mentioned that the art exhibition he was part of had been postponed until this weekend due to the plague. He renewed his invitation for Jenkins to attend, while tactfully adding that it was perfectly fine if he was unable to make it.

The cat trotted ahead of Jenkins, leading the way. Despite its lazy tendencies, it still possessed a feline's love for activity, and there were always stretches of time when it preferred to walk on its own four paws.

The barks of a stray dog echoed from an alley corner just ahead. The cat instantly spun around and scurried back to Jenkins. Jenkins had no choice but to put the letter away for the time being and hoist his pet onto his shoulder.

The city's strays were notoriously fierce; years of fending for themselves had sharpened their skills for hunting and fighting. Compared to them, Chocolate, who was thoroughly pampered at home, was like a soft, delectable marshmallow in need of Jenkins's protection to ensure its safety.

Robert and Mary, who were traveling, had learned of the great disaster in Nolan from the newspapers. They had both sent letters to Jenkins, asking if he had been affected by the incident.

They had been terrified upon hearing the news, but fortunately, Jenkins was the only member of the Williams family currently in Nolan.

The Williams family's spring trip wasn't scheduled to end until this weekend. In truth, Jenkins wished they could stay away longer, given how unsafe Nolan had become. But Robert's work could not be postponed. His career at the Smiths United Mining Company was at its zenith, and a week-long vacation was the absolute maximum he could afford.

Back at Pops Antique Shop, the store was as empty of customers as ever. Jenkins shut the door, sealing the thick fog outside, and saw Papa Oliver engrossed in a new newspaper.

He didn't so much as look up when he heard Jenkins enter. After learning that Jenkins had already eaten lunch at the church, he told him to sort out the recent accounts, as they had important business to attend to in the afternoon.

"What important business? Weren't we supposed to be cleaning out the warehouse?"

"Have you forgotten? You're a level four Enchanter now. That's a significant transition. It's not just about being able to learn new abilities and rituals—more importantly, the method of transcribing from photographs has become ineffective for you!"

Jenkins had, in fact, forgotten all about it. He'd become a level four Enchanter quite some time ago.

In truth, there were hardly any accounts to sort through, as the antique shop hadn't been open for normal business for several days. Jenkins spent a short while resolving a few lingering issues from last year's collections and quickly found himself with nothing left to do.

Papa Oliver set down his newspaper and stood up to fetch something from the warehouse out back, telling Jenkins to wait a moment. Jenkins took the opportunity to open the file folder containing the documents on the Mirror World, curious to see if it held any interesting revelations.

Chocolate padded over from the other side of the counter, craning her neck to sniff inquisitively at the folder. She didn't budge, even when Jenkins placed a hand on her head and gently pushed down.

"Come to think of it, the Mirror World can pull objects or living beings from the material world at any moment. That must be why legends about it circulate even among ordinary people."

He mused to himself as he unwound the string from the folder's clasp, completely missing the way his cat suddenly snapped its head up, its gaze darting around the room with alarm.