Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 995

"Hmm... maybe not a pirate after all."

Gazing at the distinctly unusual room, Jenkins came to this conclusion. He eagerly hoped to find something like a journal, which would make it easier to uncover the owner's identity. Since the room was so tidy, it was far more likely its resident could write.

But Jenkins found no such thing. Instead, he made an unexpected discovery under a floorboard near the southeast corner of the room: some ritual materials only an Enchanter would use.

"I knew it," he mused. "The owner of this room is an Enchanter, too. But why hide their identity from the pirates? Could they be an undercover agent?"

He ventured bold hypotheses, and after inspecting the clothes draped over the desk chair and hanging on the rack, he called over Magic Miss, who had approached from the other side, to tell her something was wrong with the room.

But even with Magic Miss's help, they still couldn't find any valuable clues. They only learned the owner's name, "Edward Legris," from the first page of a notebook on the desk. A name alone, however, was far from enough.

Jenkins was troubled by the message from the future that had pointed him to this address, while Magic Miss worried that her plan had just become more complicated. She had been completely unaware that two Enchanters were here.

"The woman who sold me the intel swore up and down there would be no problems."

Magic Miss grew angry just thinking about it, but even if she went to confront the information broker tomorrow, it wouldn't help them learn who the room's owner was or where he had gone.

Jenkins and Magic Miss had no choice but to leave. They split the coins they had scrounged up, and Jenkins didn't take any of the remaining junk. These pirates, it seemed, were the type who lived entirely in the moment, with nothing of value to their names.

The solitary Enchanter was even more pitifully poor. Having no numbered items was understandable, but he didn't even have ten talismans on him in total. It made Jenkins seriously doubt whether piracy was a profession that could even support them.

After parting with Magic Miss in the rain, Jenkins walked home, his mind heavy with worry. In his free hand, he twirled a short strand of hair he had found in the room. No matter how tidy a place was, it was impossible for it to be completely devoid of hair.

He had found similar short hairs on the collar of a sweater in the wardrobe and under the desk, so it definitely belonged to the owner of room three on the second floor.

The only problem was that the Disease Curse required not only a strand of hair but also knowledge of the target's appearance or general build. The ritual could still succeed without that information, but its effects would be drastically weakened.

"Should I really try to curse him? That message from the future could be a trap. But it was definitely written in Pinyin... It should be fine..."

He muttered to himself, his voice easily swallowed by the sound of the rain. Only he and his cat could hear it.

By the time he got home, he still hadn't made up his mind. But since the Disease Curse was unlikely to be fatal, there probably wasn't any harm in trying.

Letting the sleepy cat go to bed first, Jenkins went to the basement and performed the necessary ritual for the Disease Curse by himself. It was a simple procedure, and the illness he chose to inflict was, as usual, the flu—the one he was most familiar with.

He hoped this curse would be just right—enough to make the target gravely ill but not kill them. That would buy him time to investigate the hair's owner before delivering the final blow.

After finishing the ritual and tidying up, Jenkins glanced at the fruit platter on his workbench. He hadn't used it yet today, so after a moment's thought, he reached out and touched it. Infusing it with a tiny bit of spirit, he watched as three plump, round fruits appeared on the platter.

The first was an orange, though it looked a bit small—he wondered if it would be sour. The second was a cherry with a rich, rosy hue, one of Chocolate's favorite fruits. The third was an oval-shaped, purplish-black fruit. A chain-like pattern was spread evenly across its skin, and tiny bumps protruded from the gaps in the pattern.

It was a fruit Jenkins didn't recognize. Given that he hadn't been in this world for long, and the original owner of his body hadn't been particularly knowledgeable either, he guessed it was some kind of rare fruit from a land far from Nolan.

When you have something good, you share it with your cat. By the time Jenkins carried the three fruits up to his second-floor bedroom, Chocolate was already asleep, curled up beside the pillow. Thɪs chapter is updated by Nove1Fire.net

It had tucked its front paws under its head, its whole body curled into a ball of fur. He could see the brass-colored ring peeking out from under its paws—the calamitous black stone sealed by divine power. After losing the Life Pearl as a toy, the cat had quickly taken an interest in this new object.

Seeing that Chocolate was sound asleep, Jenkins carefully placed the fruit on the nightstand, then climbed into bed himself. A new week would begin tomorrow, and he had many lessons to face, so he needed to maintain his good habit of sleeping and waking early.

He closed his eyes and quickly drifted off, the patter of the rain outside having no effect on his slumber. Man and cat breathed evenly in the quiet, dim bedroom. A few minutes after Jenkins was fully asleep, the cat's little nose suddenly twitched.

It let out a sleepy, dream-like cry, rubbed its head against its body, and went on sleeping with its eyes narrowed to slits. But a few dozen seconds later, its nose twitched again, then twice more in quick succession. Chocolate was wide awake.

It suddenly lifted its head, its wide eyes looking up and over Jenkins's body toward the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Its amber pupils glowed faintly in the bedroom.

It stared motionlessly at the fruit on the nightstand. Knowing Jenkins was always a light sleeper, it was still trying to figure out how to get over there.

Chocolate usually slept to the left of Jenkins's pillow, as Jenkins often slept on his left side. The right side was closer to the door, so naturally, when Jenkins came in, he had placed the fruit on the nightstand to his right.

The cat knew perfectly well that if it tried to leap over Jenkins to the other side of the bed, there was a high risk of waking the man. If it jumped down to the floor on the left and circled around the bed, the risk was smaller, but Jenkins might still be startled awake by the shift in the bed's weight.