Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 976

"Who's the employer?"

On the deserted street, Jenkins asked again, flipping the gold coin he'd just received into the air. In the end, however, he tossed a Blasphemy Seed to the coachman. Different Cursed Items seemed to crave different Sin Coins, making it essential to have a variety on hand. After this transaction, he was left with six Blasphemy Seeds and one Soul Gold.

"A noble family, the Quakes. They received help from another, the Antaks. Together, they summoned me and struck a bargain."

It took Jenkins a moment to recall the name "Quake." They were the true culprits behind the winter trip incident, and old Quake, having lost his only son, had sworn to make the survivors pay.

"They found me that precisely? Does Earl Quake know I'm the one who killed his son?"

Jenkins had been muttering to himself, so he was surprised when the coachman actually answered. It seemed the Sin Coin was worth more than he had thought.

"He couldn't afford my fee alone, and the Antaks only wanted revenge on you. So for now, you were the target."

"Oh, so my enemies have joined forces, it seems."

"I'd like to hire you to deliver A-12-2-4099, the Ancient God's Dream, to the people you made the deal with. What's the price?"

"Three Soul Golds, or two Blasphemy Seeds."

The coachman's hat still obscured most of his face, but he could clearly see what Jenkins was holding.

"Oh, that's too expensive. I'll just solve this problem with mortal means. Still, I am curious—what exactly do you people do with Sin Coins?"

The information revealed by the boy, Peter, had once again piqued Jenkins's interest in Cursed Items and Sin Coins. But the coachman simply shook his head, gave Jenkins a slight bow, and slowly climbed back onto his carriage. As Jenkins watched, the vehicle disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

After that, he returned home, changed into more suitable attire, and found another carriage. After confirming that this coachman was just an ordinary man, he loaded the two women aboard. The act made the driver suspect Jenkins was some sort of human trafficker, but fortunately, his destination was the Sage's Church and the fare was generous. Otherwise, the coachman might have taken him straight to KalFax Field.

The church was still lit by candlelight at night. As Jenkins stepped down from the carriage, he happened to see the church's own carriage approaching from the other end of the street, with Papa Oliver inside.

That carriage stopped at the intersection, and Papa Oliver spotted Jenkins hopping down from his own vehicle. He looked up, shielding his eyes with a hand as he glanced at the streetlamp and the insects fluttering around it, before hurrying over.

Seeing Papa Oliver, Jenkins immediately raised both hands and announced, then pointed to the carriage behind him.

"But I think they're not. Can you help me, Papa Oliver? To be honest, even slender women can be surprisingly heavy. It's like Chocolate—he looks light, but in reality..." Chapters fırst released on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

He was suddenly struck by an inexplicable chill and shivered, suspecting he might have caught a cold from the low temperature in the room earlier.

"He looks light, but actually, the cat is even lighter than he seems. Chocolate probably doesn't even weigh two pounds."

The two of them helped Miss Audrey and Miss Brolignans into the church, then notified a Keeper of Secrets to come and take a look.

Jenkins reported the specific details to the special items processing office and then, in coordination with the containment department for event-type Cursed Items, looked up the files on A-04-1-6671.

Aside from attributing the boy Peter's departure to a Sage, Jenkins concealed nothing about the incident. He also presented the Clown's Red Nose Bomb. The office director, a Mr. Coppola Bellini, merely gave it a brief inspection before returning it to Jenkins with a warning to store it far away from water.

The church quickly figured out what had happened. However, the diocese's only demigod was currently away from the cathedral, and without authorization, the more effective healing-type B-class Extraordinary items could not be retrieved from behind the Gate of All Things. Therefore, the diviners were to remain at the church under care while the others contacted the Nolan-based members of the Church of Destiny and Equilibrium and reached out to the Church of the Myriad Phenomena of the Starry Sky for help.

The sects dedicated to the God of Destiny, the Hidden One, and the God of the Starry Sky, Myriad Phenomena, had always been on excellent terms—a relationship evident in the use of astronomy in divination.

Seeking help from the astrologers would therefore be beneficial for the next stage of treatment. Now that it was confirmed the women's souls were still intact, healing them shouldn't be too difficult.

Jenkins still felt uneasy leaving the two women in the church's care, so he decided to stay the night. Two young nuns led him to his room. Although he insisted he could carry the candlestick and fresh linens himself, the others were adamant that he shouldn't have to.

Passing through the temple's central courtyard, he found Papa Oliver waiting for him. The courtyard was unused at night, so the gas lamps were unlit. Papa Oliver leaned against a wall, holding a candlestick up to a new oil painting on the wall. It was another depiction of Jenkins's final battle with Pompey, different from the one near Miss Bevanna's office.

"They're going to be all right, aren't they?"

"It's fine. They can be saved."

Waving the nuns ahead, Jenkins stood beside Papa Oliver, cradling his cat. The older man stared grimly at the massive oil painting. Before long, the Sage's Church would announce a revision of some of its religious texts, adding the story of the Evergreen Forest as a new epic.

The Holy See had sent Jenkins a draft to see if it was suitable or needed changes, but Jenkins felt an inexplicable sense of shame. Any living person would feel embarrassed seeing a story about themselves written into an epic, especially one embellished with such flowery language.

"Good that they're fine. Nolan can't afford to be short on diviners right now. Those two heretics are very important."

Even as Papa Oliver raised his arm as high as he could, the candlelight couldn't illuminate the entire painting. On the contrary, being so close to the wall, the expanding cone of shadow nearly obscured a third of the canvas, making the face of the man raising his sword to the stars seem strangely distorted.