Dominate the Treacherous Realm

"Oh!"

　　 Mr. Goodman suddenly realized:

"Do you mean Mrs. Mistral Frante? She moved to this street last week and gave me a piece of cake when she visited me. Did you rarely stay at home last week? She probably didn't have time to visit you."

　　 "Yes, I usually stay away during the day. I understand."

　　 After speaking, he once again declined Mr. Goodman's invitation, and then returned to his home.

　　 He stood in the hall and did not go in, then squinted his eyes to observe his new neighbor. That was definitely not wrong with Miss Yindi. Not long ago, the two of them sold a batch of smuggled arms.

　　 Jenkins doesn't know if she moved here by coincidence or other reasons. But this matter must be clarified immediately, otherwise Jenkins will not be able to sleep soundly.

　　 Thinking like this, he walked into the kitchen, took the red wine he had forgotten in his hand, and walked out of the house again.

　　 tidyed up his clothes, smiled on his face, this time rang the bell of the neighbor on the left.

　　 This place originally belonged to a businessman, and the businessman did not move back after the Cthulhu God Child incident. Because the garden has not been cleaned for a long time, snow and all kinds of weird garbage piled up on the ground. It can be seen that the new owner is working hard to clean up, but she obviously has not completely cleaned the place.

　　 The mailbox in front of the fence gate has been reactivated, and the buildings in the yard have been replaced with new doors. The fence door was originally locked with a thick iron chain with a wrist, but now it has become a small brass-colored lock installed from the inside. Jenkins thought he could kick it open with a kick.

　　 "Sorry, who is it?"

　　 Three minutes after the bell rang, a silver-haired woman opened the door of her room. This is an extremely rare hair color. There are very few whites who are born with almost white hair color, but it is actually a manifestation of blonde hair, more precisely, light blonde. The hair looks white, but it will have a light golden and light golden color in the sun.

　　 "I am your neighbor, Jenkins Williams. Good evening, Mrs. Frante!"

　　 Jenkins replied, then raised the bottle of red wine with one hand and motioned:

　　 "Yes, Williams next door."

　　Miss Yindi, or Mrs. Mistral Frante, is a middle-aged woman, even close to old age. Although the voice of a young girl has been used when attending parties, the true age is probably older than Mr. Goodman.

　　 She slowly walked out of the house and warmly invited Jenkins in to sit for a while, but sorry that she didn't visit in time. Although the house is not as messy as the yard, the woman who has just moved in has not completely cleaned it up.

　　 Even an item that exudes the ultimate purple aura was placed on the box in the corner. It is rare for Jenkins to see special items with such colors and auras.

　　 Mrs. Frante obviously did not see that Jenkins was the mysterious Mr. Candle, which she would never have thought of. But she knew that Jenkins Williams, a celebrity, still had two of his books at home.

　　 This is a successful visit, and Jenkins has been acting like a normal guest during this period. But in fact, he is using the [Lies of the priesthood] to slowly test the purpose of this woman moving here.

　　 From the conversation, Mrs. Frante is also a poor widow, just like Jenkins’s former neighbor, Mrs. Margaret. She lived on a large inheritance and moved here just to change to a new environment.

　　 These are the truth, but they may not be complete. When Jenkins finished the visit and left, he planned to entrust a reliable person to continue the investigation. With such a person by his side, his sense of security will be greatly weakened.

　　 "Oh, Mr. William, I may still teach dance lessons for some lovely girls in the house in the future, and there may be some noise at that time. Would you mind?"

　　 "No, of course not."

　　 said the qualified neighbor Jenkins.

　　 Too many accidents happened this night, but at least after that, Jenkins went to the Church of the Sage to report the foreign duke’s actions without accident. Like reporting the appearance of the pirate king Fermisch to the [Church of Ocean and Exploration] six months ago, he flew the report letter to the door of the church with a paper airplane.

　　 Of course, there is definitely no sneaky cat man involved. But Jenkins swears that, other than that, it's all true.

　　 The accident happened the next day. After Jenkins arrived at the antique shop, he began to ask about the follow-up of the report letter. Dad really knew about it, he was always well informed, but the letter did not play any role:

　　 "The content of that letter is forged, and the church did not believe it."

The old man didn’t notice Jenkins’ expression of tension for a moment. He was examining a crude pottery embryo, which was found in the cemetery where the war broke out yesterday. The church hopes to find new breakthroughs in the funeral objects in the cemetery. .

　　 "Why?"

"You know, since that time when the scribe squad disguised as a unit of the Inquisition, there have been strange rumors among the people. Even the visiting group of the Kingdom of Chessland had to stay in Nolan temporarily for this reason. The city observes the situation."

　　 he said vaguely.

　　 "I know, but what does this mean?"

"Oh, Jenkins, this represents many things. One of the most important points is that our team collided with the team of the visiting team that day, and some people think that there is a conflict between the Church of the Sage and the visiting team of the Kingdom of Chessland. Recently. In a few days, people often write anonymous report letters to report that someone in the delegation is involved in illegal activities. Just the report about that duke is almost a hundred."

　　 Daddy shook his head as he spoke, as if complaining about the trouble.

　　 "But the church shouldn't ignore them all, right?"

　　 "Of course not, even if the manpower is no more, simple investigations will still be carried out. For example, the three reports sent last night..."

　　 "Three seals?"

　　 Jenkins was surprised, and then understood why his letter was not taken seriously.

"Reporting the Duke is related to the sword bearer of the Skeleton Sword, reporting the Duke is related to the pirate king Fermischau, and reporting the Duke is related to the believer of the **** of lies. Oh, sage, if the illegal gifts are really all So leisurely, then why not help the church find clues to the dead?"

Chapter 839 Chapter 822 Inside and Outside the Wardrobe

　　 Daddy mumbled about the letter, and then started complaining about the whistleblower who was troublesome, and at the same time motioned to Jenkins to pass him the smallest brush. But because Jenkins was thinking too seriously, he caught the tail of the chocolate.

　　 "So, these three reports are all slander without evidence?"

　　 Jenkins asked as he healed the scratch on the back of his hand.

　　 "The three letters were sent to the church last night. How can it be investigated now?"

　　 Dad asked rhetorically, and then reminded:

"But there is a high probability that it is slander. Whether it is the Skeleton Sword, the Pirate King or the believers of the God of Lies, the church has been investigating. However, the things mentioned in the letter have no personal or physical evidence to prove... ."

　　 He shrugged his shoulders at Jenkins, which probably meant that the church had determined that the letters were forged.

　　 Jenkins originally wanted to refute, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what to say. All this is a coincidence, but when you think about it, it seems normal for the church to make such a judgment.

　　 "Then I will investigate immediately by myself, the fox will always show its tail!"

　　 He made a decision, but immediately regretted it:

　　 "No, we can't start right away, now we have to deal with the seal under Mr. Pisco's apartment first."

　　 Because these two days are really exhausting, by today, that is, Sunday evening, Jenkins still hasn't finished reading the book that Dad asked to finish. But the old man understood that he had been helping out in the cemetery all day yesterday, so he postponed the submission of the reading notes until next week.

　　 After get off work, I was thinking about finding the keys and gold pound hidden by Mr. Pisco, but it suddenly occurred to him when he had dinner at home that Hathaway invited him to be a guest at home tonight.

　　 "I remember she said she could take you with you, right?"

　　 He reached out and touched the chocolate with his head down, and the chocolate screamed obediently. For some reason, this cat has been extraordinarily well-behaved this week, and it is a bit scary to be well-behaved.

　　 Although Jenkins likes the performance of chocolate, he occasionally guesses whether it is evil.

　　 When I got off the car at the entrance of Hathaway's house, it was completely dark. No street lights have been installed on this street, and the dense fog makes the neighborhood dark. Yesterday’s snow has been cleaned up, and you can only see the dark snowdrifts under the street wall by wearing monocles.

　　 He paid the fare, then tidyed up his clothes, put the cat on his shoulder, and then rang the bell in front of the door.

　　 The bell's echo didn't seem to be over yet, Hathaway rushed out of the house in a hurry.

　　 "Why didn't the servants come to open the door?"

　　 Jenkins asked jokingly.

　　 "Why did you come so late?"

　　 the red-haired girl asked angrily, and then took Jenkins by the hand and dragged him into the room.

　　 The living room has now been cleaned up, and the two maids are busy bringing the dining table, candles and some roses over.

　　 "Would you like a candlelight dinner?"

　　 "I didn't eat with you~"

　　 Hathaway took Jenkins to the second floor without stopping, then entered the familiar room and opened the closet door to signal him to go in.

　　 "This is...what are you going to do?"

　　 Jenkins asked hesitantly.

　　 "Please go in now, Mr. Williams!"

　　 The red-haired girl reached out her finger to the dark closet and ordered like this. Her face was flushed, and she didn't know if it was because the house was too hot.

　　 Hathaway has never spoken to Jenkins in such a tone, and Jenkins did not know what to do for a while. So he took the cat, bent down and walked into the closet.

　　 There are still some clothes in it, but it can be seen that in order to welcome Jenkins, a lot of things in the way have been taken away.

　　 When Jenkins entered, he asked quietly when he could leave tonight, but Hathaway did not answer.

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, do you have abilities like [Darkvision]?"

　　 Before closing the cabinet door, she asked again.

　　 "Yes."

　　 "Hold this, you won't be too bored. Also, please be patient and never make any noise."

　　 said, took out three books from the bookshelf on the side and threw them to Jenkins, and then closed the door forcibly despite his opposition. A few seconds later, Jenkins heard the sound of a chair being pushed against the closet door, and then the sound of women's footsteps moved away from the room.

　　 "What the **** does this mean?"

　　 He wondered, even if he wanted to detain him here, this method was too simple. Hugging the cat on his shoulders, chocolate can't answer Jenkins' questions.

　　 "What time can I leave tonight? Maybe we can take Mr. Pisco's things halfway and go home."

He planned the next thing, and then saw that the three books Hathaway handed over were "Teaching You How to Knit a Sweater", "For Those Careless Owners: Pet Cat Breeding Manual" and "Thirteenth Century Art Appreciation Guide" ".

　　 "What's all this?"

　　 He has no interest in knitting sweaters, he has learned about keeping pets, and the last book is for laymen, and has no professional value at all.

　　 "Then this one, it's better than waiting boringly."

　　 said, he opened "For Those Careless Owners: Pet Cat Breeding Manual", and the chocolate immediately showed anxiety.

　　 waited quietly for nearly an hour and a half before finally hearing the sound of someone going up the stairs again. During this period, when the guests visited, the soft conversation and dance music downstairs were not worth mentioning, but Jenkins at least understood that it was Britney who had dinner with Hathaway.

　　The two people who went upstairs finally entered this room. Jenkins immediately put down the book in his hand, then held the chocolate with it, and put his eyes close to the gap in the cabinet door.

　　 Both girls are now wearing beautiful skirts. This is a summer style, but the temperature in the house is good, so it shouldn’t be cold.

　　 The two held hands, and they sat on the bed and talked for a while, which was probably a trivial matter in life. Then he opened the wine bottle on the head of the bed. As for the goblet, he was already ready.

　　 The wine in the glass was only half drunk. Without warning, Britney got up and closed the curtains and locked the door... Jenkins had a very bad premonition.

　　 He licked his lips, held his breath and widened his eyes, feeling his heart jumping out of his throat. The ears heard the sound of the tuo clothes outside, the girls laugh/raise, kiss/wen, and then the quilt rou/rubbing...

　　 "Sage, am I dreaming!"

　　 He groaned (233) in his heart, trying to restrain his big breath, but his eyes did not leave the gap.

　　......

　　PS: Recently, there has been a severe crackdown, so there is no follow-up, nor in the group.

　　 There are a lot of slashes in the last paragraph, it was me to prevent it from being detected by Zhen. Although there are no sensitive words, safety first, safety first.

Chapter 840 Chapter 823 Escape is shameful but useful

　　 At twelve o'clock at midnight, in the dimly lit room, Britney has fallen asleep deeply. Hathaway picked her up in a princess hug, moved to the next room, and then returned to this bedroom, took the chair away, and released Jenkins and his cat.

　　 The curtains have been opened, and the faint moonlight shone from the sky, making the red-haired girl with reddish skin look like a goddess bathed in moonlight.

　　 The two people inside and outside the closet did not speak, but both eyes looked at each other. Only the cat screamed dissatisfied, but now no one has time to pay attention to it.

　　 "I think you should say something now."

　　 Hathaway reminded softly that she is now wearing a simple pajamas, and Jenkins knows what's under the pajamas.

"I......"

　　 He never thought that one day he would be forced to face such a scene. Due to the stiffness of his head, his mouth was already out of control:

　　 "The watch, the performance is wonderful..."

　　 Now he wants to punch himself.

　　 "Do you still want to see it?"

　　 Jenkins doesn't want to answer this question, he wants to maintain his image.

　　 "Excuse me, tonight, what the hell... uh, is... what's going on?"

　　 He suspected countless times that he was dreaming, but the dreams would not be so real. The room was filled with an unspeakable taste, mixed with the aroma of wine, it seemed a bit intoxicating and weird. Jenkins's back is soaked, and his arms are sore from holding the chocolate for a long time. This is a real feeling, there is nothing wrong with it.

　　Obviously, he is still facing the threat of the undead, and has a headache from the new neighbors and Mr. Pisco's letters, but has to face these things on Sunday night. Jenkins fully realized the malice that life had against him, the joke of the hermit of fate was a bit too much.