Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 980

Climbing down a drainpipe in a dark alley wasn't exactly a conspicuous act. Jenkins was focused on finding handholds on the pipe, so he didn't notice someone passing directly below. As he dropped from the second-story level, he and Mr. White Cat, who was passing by right at that moment, both jumped in surprise.

"Oh, my God! What a surprise. I ought to be grateful I don't have a heart condition, or I'd have to regrettably miss tonight's gathering."

Mr. White Cat recognized the cat on Jenkins's shoulder and realized it was Candle Mr. After Jenkins offered a quiet apology, they walked toward their destination together. They made small talk about the city's recent disease-control measures before the conversation drifted to their mutual friend, Mr. Black Cat.

Mr. Black Cat was the one who had introduced Mr. White Cat to this gathering.

"I received a letter from him," Mr. White Cat said. "He's settled down in Turin now and has found a steady job. I really envy the guy. It seems his decision to leave Nolan was the right one."

"I've been in touch with Mr. Black Cat as well," Jenkins replied. "Even though he's left, he's always keeping an eye on the news from here. I get the feeling he has some regrets about leaving. In Turin, the word among Enchanters is that Nolan is like a treasure chamber full of hidden traps. Some people want in..."

"And some people want out."

After they knocked, Mr. Hood opened the door for them. They were the first to arrive. Mr. Hood had prepared food and drinks for his companions in the living room. The three men chatted for a while about the weather, and then the topic shifted to the Orthodox Church killing the wielder of the Skull Sword.

Mr. Hood said mysteriously, then pulled out a large, square mahogany box from beside the sofa and placed it on the coffee table.

It wasn't his imagination; Jenkins caught the distinct smell of embalming fluid.

Hathaway arrived soon after. She had run into Jenkins's neighbor, Silver Flute Miss, on the way. The last to arrive was Magic Miss. She had a damp smell about her, as if she had just fallen into water and then been rapidly dried. Thɪs chapter is updated by N0veI.Fiɾe.net

But the woman only apologized quietly for her lateness and didn't explain what she had just encountered.

It had been over a month since their last gathering. Everyone except Hathaway knew that Mr. Hood had spent that time busy fighting international human traffickers, and had nearly lost his life in the process.

He explained again why it had been so long since their last meeting and then loudly thanked the other four who had taken part in the rescue mission that day.

"I know that if they had been able to find you, you would have come to save me too, Mr. Skylark."

Mr. Hood said, looking at Hathaway, and raised his glass to her. The red-haired girl in the hood responded in a disguised voice, something she was good at:

"But of course. We've known each other for a long time. It's a shame I wasn't in Nolan that day."

"So, you managed to avoid the unrest in the city the next day?"

Silver Flute Miss asked.

"Yes. By the time I returned to Nolan, it was all over. Thank the Orthodox Church, and thank the Saint who intervened..."

"What a lucky person."

Jenkins commented. Everyone else assumed Candle Mr was referring to Miss Skylark, but he was actually talking about himself as well.

This was the first time since Jenkins had started attending Mr. Hood's gatherings that everyone was able to sit and talk; previously, they had always stood. Before anyone arrived, Mr. Hood had arranged four long sofas around the coffee table. He and Jenkins sat together, opposite Magic Miss and Silver Flute Miss. Mr. White Cat and Hathaway each took one of the smaller sofas, with the latter observing Candle Mr's cat.

When Chocolate changed his fur color, his face and body shape would usually alter slightly as well. But the one thing that never changed was his kitten-like form. And so, as Hathaway became more familiar with both Jenkins and Candle Mr, she would occasionally connect the two cats in her mind.

But Chocolate, in his vanilla form, was very well-behaved. Even with fruit and snacks for the guests on the table, he showed no desire to eat any of it. He sat obediently on Jenkins's lap, accepting his pets, completely different from the lazy Chocolate who loved to lounge or sprawl out.

Mr. Hood's house was well-decorated, which suggested he was financially well-off. The decor was quaint, leaning toward a conservative and traditional style—the kind Jenkins appreciated.

The sharing of information began with Mr. Hood, who kicked things off with a statement that stunned everyone:

"I know who killed the wielder of the Skull Sword!"

Jenkins was startled, but he quickly remembered that he hadn't been the one to kill Skryu Pompey. He secretly pinched his leg to stay calm and keep his expression from giving anything away.

"Are you saying you know the true identity of the Orthodox Church's Saint?"

Magic Miss questioned.

The final battle in the Evergreen Forest was witnessed by more than twenty Enchanters from the Church. After the event, to protect Jenkins's safety, everyone signed an additional confidentiality pact, swearing an oath to their god that they would keep the secret for the rest of their lives.

Afterward, the Church released some ambiguous information to explain the defeat of the Skull Sword. The most truthful part of it was that "a certain Saint killed the wielder of the Skull Sword, Skryu Pompey," and this piece of news was now known by most people.

"No, the Orthodox Church only defeated him. They didn't kill him."

Mr. Hood emphasized this point, then gestured for everyone to look at the mahogany box on the coffee table.

"I killed him. It was part of my revenge."

As he spoke, he stood up and pulled the box in front of him. With a click, he unfastened the four metal clasps on the bottom, then lifted the main body of the box away, revealing the base and, resting upon it, the preserved head of Pompey.

Jenkins made the sound, leaning back. Although he had killed his fair share of people, staring directly at a severed head still made him uncomfortable.

No one else spoke, unsure of what Mr. Hood meant by this. Now that the Church had announced Pompey's death, all bounties and warrants for him had been revoked. Even if he took this head to the Church, he wouldn't get any reward.

"This is my gift to all of you, as thanks for rescuing me."

He said cheerfully. Seeing that still no one was speaking, he took a small notepad from his pocket and placed it on the table. It was glowing with a red light.