Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 948

Ever since the incident with the young flower seller, Jenkins had resisted making deals with any numbered, humanoid entities. But sometimes, people were bound to break their own rules—much like how he'd been saying he'd put Chocolate on a diet, but never actually did. In the end, he purchased insurance for the ladies' pocket watch he had sent to Alexia. Of course, Jenkins wouldn't spend the lives of his friends and family; he paid directly with a Blasphemy Seed.

He had obtained thirteen of them during the Six Gods' Descent on Nolan, used five to fertilize a flower, spent one in the forest's Mysterious Realm, and the clown mirror image from yesterday had provided one whole coin. That left him with eight. Given that the pocket watch was an ordinary object, the insurance premium and the expected payout combined only cost a single coin.

It was the equivalent of Jenkins buying insurance for himself, then immediately paying out the potential claim in advance. But he simply saw the round, wooden coin as a ticket out of this mirror world. From that perspective, it was money well spent.

The salesman was as good as his word, immediately pointing out the way to leave the mirror world once the transaction was complete. He had most likely been following Jenkins from the very beginning, because he told him directly:

"To get to Mirror 14, you first need to open a passage in this mirror at 3:21 in the afternoon and go to Mirror 7. Then, in Mirror 7, open a passage at 4:59 in the afternoon. That will lead you directly to Mirror 14. You don't need to worry. Believers of the Righteous Gods have already explored that mirror. Once you and your companions cross over, you will be rescued immediately."

After saying this, he didn't follow Jenkins but instead walked slowly away, disappearing into the mist. Jenkins suspected the man had probably returned directly to the material world; he surely possessed such an ability.

It was hard to say what consequences might arise from dealing with the insurance agent, but for now, it seemed entirely beneficial. Jenkins bore the salesman no ill will—it was a fair trade where both parties got what they wanted. He just disliked being followed.

Setting off again, Jenkins encountered no other enemies along the way. Aside from being forced to dodge a stampede of crazed rabbits, which required him and Chocolate to perch on a wall for a while, there were no further incidents.

As man and cat entered the city square, they saw it was strewn with litter, making Jenkins wonder if a festival was being held in the real world. Through the hazy mist, he could make out a figure standing at the base of the clock tower. As he drew closer, he saw it was Miss Capet.

"We can go. Miss Knight left a note saying not to wait for her."

In her hand, she held a tin can, the kind used for small change, which contained the note left by the dragon knight. Jenkins's first thought was that Miss Capet had actually killed Miss Knight and forged the note to cover it up. But then he reconsidered—her record was clean, she had no real combat prowess, and absolutely no reason to do such a thing.

The note was written in a hurried script. The woman stated that she had run into some trouble and had to leave this mirror immediately, telling Jenkins and Miss Capet not to wait for her. Of course, to prevent any suspicion from arising between the two remaining companions, she had also left a code word for each of them on the note, proving she was indeed the author.

The word for Miss Capet was the noun "wash," and for Jenkins, the adjective "holy."

"Yes, it seems it really is from Miss Knight. I hope she's safe."

Jenkins nodded. "Holy" was obviously a reference to "Saint."

"Exactly. The spot where I appeared in this mirror was quite close to here. When I got to the clock tower, I saw this can lying all alone on the ground, propped up on a stone. At the time, I thought it might be some kind of trap..."

Like Jenkins, Miss Capet was surprised by Miss Knight's abrupt departure. In a dangerous world , traveling alone was far more perilous than traveling in a group. But since she was already gone, the remaining two couldn't stop her. They had no choice but to continue their journey.

Jenkins recounted his encounter on the bridge in full detail, adding that the salesman's words probably couldn't be trusted completely.

But compared to wandering around aimlessly, the insurance salesman's advice was clearly more reliable. The time was now 3:01, leaving them half an hour until the first transfer.

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First, they had to find a mirror in a nearby building large enough to pass through. This wasn't easy, as none of the six streets surrounding the city square were commercial districts. In the end, Jenkins had to break into a club to find a full-length mirror.

Seeing they still had time, the two rested in a nearby hotel. There wasn't time to cook, but the kitchen had vegetables that could be eaten raw.

It being early spring, there weren't many good seasonal vegetables available. Jenkins got some leafy greens and tried to feed them to Chocolate, only to nearly get the back of his hand scratched by the cat's claws.

The cat clearly looked down on these wilted leaves, preferring to go hungry rather than compromise.

"Mr. Williams, your cat is very well-raised. I've seen similar supernatural animals at the Church, but none as clever as yours."

Women always have a soft spot for small animals, and Chocolate managed to look adorable even while rejecting the vegetable leaves.

"There are others in Nolan who keep similar animals. For example, Mr. Nicholas, who's also with the Inherited Sage Church, has two hounds with an exceptionally keen sense of smell... But sometimes I feel my cat is a little too smart. I suppose it's just his natural gift."

As he spoke, he stroked his cat, and this time, the feline wasn't so reserved, settling comfortably on Jenkins's lap.

To keep an eye on the time, they both moved chairs to the window, where they could see the clock tower's face through the mist. Below them was the city square.

This was probably the best-located hotel in Nolan City, and Jenkins had never set foot inside before.

"By the way, Mr. Williams, what position do you hold at the Church now?"

Miss Capet asked, holding a cup of black tea. Steam rose from its rim, and she looked quite elegant as she sipped it.

"I'm currently a field clerical officer for the Church... I also teach a night class at the cathedral every Wednesday."

Though he had missed many classes this year.

Miss Capet glanced at Jenkins, recalling his performance against the red-haired clown's mirror image. After determining that he wasn't joking, she gave a silent nod.