Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins tried not to show contempt on his face, and the conversation with the coachman just now has not been forgotten.

　　 "Do you think I am a naive lady."

　　Miss Mihaier stopped and asked, raising her eyebrows.

　　 Jenkins pursed his lips and shook his head.

　　 "Trust me, Mr. William, I can see more things than you. Cats need attention, and people also need attention, but we can only manage our own affairs."

　　 This sentence seems to have a different meaning. Reminiscent of the complicated family story of the Marquis's family that I heard from my father, Jenkins immediately understood.

　　 She is the daughter who cannot inherit the title, but even so, the older brother is still guarding against possible threats. So she can control the cat with her compassion, but she must not try to manage other things.

　　 nodded knowingly, Miss Hesha finally resumed her normal weak performance, chuckled in praise of Jenkins:

　　 "Mr. Williams seems to understand, you should be the kind of genius who knows what the elders call it."

　　 "I'm overwhelmed, overwhelmed."

　　 He waved his hand quickly.

　　 The three of them continued to talk, but tacitly did not mention the slightly sensitive topic just now.

　　 "Is there any plan for Mr. William's next book?"

Chapter 96, Chapter 93, invites a gentleman who occasionally passes by the bookstore to appear

　　 "Still thinking about it."

　　 He shied away, but he was not prepared at all.

　　 "Since you now have some readers, you can try a slightly more mature subject."

Move the umbrella in her hand to cover Miss Hesha’s exposed shoulders in the shadow, Miss Heymir went on to say: “For example, pure friendship, passionate love, or complicated court stories, plus some slightly mysterious Witches and elves are even better. Girls like these topics. I think even if the story of Hindrella is written into a book, it will be very popular. Publishers will appreciate this kind of story because it represents With gold pounds."

　　 Jenkins nodded. Stories like lingering, complicated, disgusting, disgusting and white learning are easy to write. After a lot of learning, his grammar is barely enough to support, but his book is a fairy tale. Is this a big turning point?

　　 "I don't know what kind of story Miss Mikhail and Miss Hesha like."

　　 He decided to ask his readers.

　　 "We..."

　　Britney Mihail looked at her female companion, who had a slightly reddish face, "Innocent, the friendship story of the girls."

"I understand."

　　 Jenkins thoughtfully, combined his abilities, and drew an equation in his mind:

　　Fairy Tale + Lily + Fantasy + Court = Frozen

　　 When this idea appeared, it occupied the whole mind like wild grass growing wild in spring. This theme is completely fine! But there is still a problem. Poor ghost Jenkin has never watched "Frozen" in its entirety.

　　 "Family affection and **** are indeed an excellent story."

　　 He made up his mind, but he has to seriously consider the details after returning.

　　 "Then we are looking forward to Mr. Williams' next book."

　　 The two young ladies boarded their carriage. Jenkins held the cat in one hand and the stick in the other, and said goodbye to them politely.

　　 "Hathaway, your emotions were very wrong just now."

　　 The maids did not follow. Since there are only two people in the carriage now, Brian Michal doesn't have to conceal their intimacy.

　　 She grabbed her partner’s beautiful wrist and licked it on her white jade fingers.

　　 "It's nothing, Britney. I just thought William was deliberately making chance encounters here, just like other idiots in the past."

　　As a gifter, especially an illegal gifter, Miss Hesha's acting skills are naturally top-notch. She withdrew her hand, with a worried expression on her face.

　　 "Is that so? You are worried, that kitten is indeed his pet, and no one else knows about our itinerary today. Then, did you think he was here for you or for me?"

　　 Ms. Mihaier, who was laughing and blowing, gently blew into her companion's ear. Miss Bailing shivered, and a seductive blush appeared on her face.

　　 "Of course it's you, Nini, you are so beautiful, even if you are a goddess, I'm afraid it's not too much."

　　 "Don't say that, this is blasphemy."

　　Miss Mihaier stretched out her finger and put it in front of Hesha's soft red lips, "Go to my place today, for the original reason, review your homework."

　　Miss Hesha clutched the corner of her dress, her red hair resting on Britney Mihail's shoulder.

　　 Bite the upper lip lightly.

"Ok."

　　 By the side of the road, wild lilies bloom in the last days of the summer to their ultimate and most beautiful brilliance.

　　 At noon on the same day, the distant capital of Bel Dylan, Silver Cross Road, Owl Bookstore.

　　 The young Wood and his companions laboriously moved the five cardboard boxes of books that had just arrived today from the warehouse at the back to the store.

　　 He beat his waist, turned his wrists, and whispered, "Really, why are new books suddenly shipped to the store? Didn't Mr. Ou say that there is no book worth reading on the market recently?"

　　 "I heard that this is Nolan's best-selling book. Mr. Ou and Mr. Bro of Nolan cooperated, so I tried to print the first batch of 100 copies locally for sale."

　　 explained the equally young and energetic companion. These two are both students in the National College. As a believer of the sage, Mr. Ou is willing to provide a job to help these young people and earn some pocket money in the process of understanding the society.

　　 "Nolan?"

　　The young Wood curled his lips.

　　 Although Bel Dylan is the royal capital of the kingdom, its economic development is not as good as that of Nolan City, which is located at an important port. This can be compared from the thickness of the smoke surrounding the city. But the royal capital is the royal capital, and the people in the royal capital have reason to despise any "countrymen", including the Norans. This is a common understanding among the residents of Beldiran.

　　 There is a saying in the kingdom: beggars who desire a better life hide in the sewers of Berdylan.

　　 Of course, this sentence can also be understood as a satire on the deportation of beggars by Beldiran City Hall, which is the only city in the kingdom where begging is prohibited.

　　 The two people work together to open the package of the carton, and the first thing that catches the eye is the girl with a peculiar style of painting. She was wearing a blue dress, her skin was white as snowflakes, her lips were rosy as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.

　　 The girl is holding a long skirt in her left hand, bending down slightly, and her right hand picks up the green apple on the ground, with a childlike smile on her face.

　　 "I'm in love."

　　 Wood was awakened by the voice of his companion and waved his hammer to his shoulder at random.

　　 "Don't be kidding, it's a very peculiar style of painting, very groundbreaking. Although it does not pursue realism like most painters now, it also has a different flavor. Is this the work of any major artist?"

　　 He and his companions put a book of "Stories of Foreigners" on the shelf and marked the price with a paper sign.

　　 Hesitate, there are not many customers in the store now, so Wood took a book and stood aside and read it.

　　 "Is it a fairy tale? This style of painting is indeed very suitable. Although the price is a bit expensive, only the novel illustrations of each story are worth the price."

　　Wood's major is not painting, but as the unpopular second son of the Baron, he still has some level of artistic appreciation.

　　 It may be that the story described by the strange style of painting has generated curiosity. The young Wood unconsciously leaned on the bookshelf and turned the first page...

　　 "Sir, sir."

　　 Until he was called by the guests around him, Wood was awakened from the deep-seated story. He took a few breaths and felt his consciousness trance. Looking at the door of the store, the setting sun has already hung in the sky at some point.

　　 "The last time I was so obsessed with reading, was it when the first book of "Detective Knight Biography" was just published?"

　　Wood adjusted his expression, he still remembered his job:

　　 "Hello, can I help you?"

Chapter 97 Chapter 94 Time Conflict

　　 Standing in front of them is a middle-aged man and a little girl. The middle-aged gentleman was dressed in a straight dark suit, his beard was carefully trimmed to a small piece of lip, the bow tie was light blue, and a shiny golden pin was pinned on it.

　　 "Dad, I want that book!"

　　 Childish childish voice came into his ears, and Wood looked down at the cute girl. She stretched out her short index finger curiously, and the hair band on her short brown hair reflected a dazzling light in the setting sun than a gold pin.

　　The girl refers to the book in Wood's hands. Due to the location, Snow White on the cover is right in front of the little girl's eyes.

　　 The middle-aged gentleman asked Wood about the content of the book in a gentle language. Wood was taken aback for a moment, and held out his thumb to face the sunset:

　　 "Sir, I promise to the blazing sun that has not yet fallen from the horizon, this is absolutely, absolutely the most suitable story book for this beautiful lady."

　　 Jenkins naturally did not know that today is the day when "Stories of Foreign Landers" was launched in the capital, nor did he know that he had added a loyal book fan...even though he was a man.

　　 It took a day to travel around the city, living alone requires a lot of documents, some of which can’t be reviewed in a day, so I guess it will take a while. However, the water pipes and steam pipes in the home have been opened, so there is no problem to ensure that the daily needs are no problem.

　　 "Go to the black market or go back to Dad?"

　　 Jenkins struggled for a while, and walked along the Fifth Queen's Avenue in the shopping street.

　　 Ding Dong~

"came back?"

　　 The old man said hello without looking up, flipping through several documents in his hands.

　　 "It's really troublesome to handle those documents."

　　 Jenkins shrugged, ready to find something to do, such as copying out 100 tadpoles today. After a brief experience of becoming a **** that night, I never felt strange when copying those words. Even, he tried secretly, even without looking at the photos, he was already able to remember the first few tadpole letters on the stele.

　　 But the old man stopped him, reached out and took out a silver piece, poured it into the spirit, and threw it on the table.

　　 "I will test you first, and judge what kind of spell it is from the appearance."

　　 Jenkins nodded, leaned his cane against the counter, let the chocolate jump on the fake antique rocking chair aside, took off his coat and set it aside.

　　 "This is a spell of silence used to block sound."

"Yes it is."

　　 The old man nodded with satisfaction. If Jenkins's talent in antique appreciation is 80, then his occult talent can be rated as 95. Dad never praised Jenkins's learning progress, and Jenkins himself never asked whether his learning was normal, so he had no idea how amazing his learning ability was.

　　 Daddy’s evaluation of Jenkins’ emotional intelligence when facing a lady is 20.

　　 "I originally planned to go to your house to inform you. Now that I'm back, let's talk about it here."

　　He handed the pages of paper to Jenkins, and then announced:

"The evil spirits in the hospital have been killed by the black-robed men, but according to the judgment of the [Death and End] church, those capable of possessing evil spirits are still wandering in Nolan City. The five Orthodox churches discussed it yesterday. Decided to take a unified action tomorrow night, that is, Tuesday, to directly destroy the possessed corpse and evil spirits. As a healer, in order to prevent accidents from happening, you should also take part in the action."

　　 The paper in Jenkins's hands is the specific action arrangement.

　　 "Are you in such a hurry?" He asked, "The combat troops only came back yesterday."

　　 "The royal family holds secular power and protects citizens in secular aspects; the Orthodox Church guards the power of gifts and protects mankind from the invasion of mysteries. This is a sacred contract made in the ancient times!"

　　 The old man applied for a solemn announcement, and Jenkins took a deep breath and nodded seriously.

　　 "This is an official polite remark, you don't need to care."

　　The old man waved his hand again, "In fact, the combat troops are returning. The church wants to show its strength to frighten those who think that the church's strength is empty. Use that phrase to describe it, brighten your muscles."

　　 "This is reasonable."

　　 Jenkins thought, but another question arose: "Are the possessed evil spirits found so easily?"

　　 When he first solved the evil spirits in the hospital, he only saw the evil spirits scattered in the city after the birth, so he could not find Mr. Barnard's body.

　　 "Why don't you forget why the main force of the church went to sea?"

　　 The old man smiled reluctantly, "Finally, our church got the trick, and they found the evil spirits through the trick."

Shaking his head, he sighed again after a turn of the voice: "I never believed in tricks. Those things can only be sealed and destroyed, otherwise extremely troublesome things will happen, and I don't know what they are thinking. "

　　 But in the castle incident, a trick on the old man's body saved his life.

　　 "I don't believe in crooks either."

　　 These are the rare words in Jenkins's heart and the words in his mouth are exactly the same. From the fragmented information obtained by whispering at the beginning of the month, it can be known that even gods hate tricks.

　　 That is disgust from the bottom of my heart.

　　 Saying goodbye to the old man, and when he cradled chocolate into the smoke-covered street, Jenkins suddenly realized that Mr. Hood’s legal party was also tomorrow night.

　　 "If you miss this meeting, you won't know the next meeting time."

　　 He stopped, standing on the corner of the street and looking around.

　　 "No, I have to think of a way."