Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　Queen Windsor asked.

　　 "Yes, ma'am."

　　 said Miss Magic, looking at her curiously, as if looking at some cherished animals. The red-eyed Queen Windsor didn't care about this offensive look. She looked at Miss Windsor and asked:

　　 "Then this lady, may I know who you are? I don't want to avenge you, I just want to know who you are."

　　 Miss Windsor, who was still pale, looked at Jenkins. After seeing Jenkins nodding, she temporarily took out the charms given by Miss Magic from her pocket and put it on the table. Immediately, her face changed back to her original appearance.

　　 Queen Windsor looked at her, and Miss Windsor also looked at her. The two looked at each other for half a minute, and no one spoke.

"I am not an illegitimate child, nor your sister. I come from another world, a slightly different world. With me, I live well, and your Majesty has found the true successor of Middleton. I am now Help that person become a king. I am free. I have even become a gifter and can follow my friends to see the world. Yes, he is the heir of Middleton."

　　Miss Windsor pointed to Jenkins, Jenkins nodded seriously when seeing everyone watching over, although he didn't know what nod could mean at this time.

　　 "We should go now."

　　 He whispered to the two ladies.

　　 After this, the world will disappear. The three-handed bald old man who guards the paradox once said that the timeline of the material world is extremely stable, and there is no possibility of splitting. Everything here is fake. It is just an illusion based on possibility. Without the observer, it is natural. Will collapse.

"I know."

　　Miss Windsor walked towards Jenkins and Miss Magic, who had already walked to the door. When she was about to meet the two, she heard the person behind the desk whisper, as if sighing:

　　 "Are you satisfied with all this?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Then, we must be happy."

　　 Miss Windsor's footsteps stopped for a while, instead of turning her head, she continued to move forward. After meeting the two, the three opened the door together and walked out.

　　 Jenkins turned his head immediately after leaving the house, and at this time he had returned to the corridor full of doors. The door the three had just walked out was closed again after they all returned.

　　 But he saw a very faint light, which flew out before the crack in the door closed, and went straight into Miss Windsor's body. I wanted to make some comments, but Miss Magic spoke faster than him:

　　 "It's so ridiculous, why did you become like that?"

　　 She helped Miss Windsor and asked Jenkins.

　　 "I am also very curious. There are still traces of Miss Windsor's changes, but my changes are really big."

　　 He said jokingly, Miss Magic looked at him up and down:

　　 "When you were dealing with yourself just now, the iron-grey book you used was very interesting. Why do I feel that the power of that book and..."

　　 "Don't worry, I really stand on the side of justice."

　　 He said so, without giving Miss Magic a chance to ask questions, he looked at Miss Windsor again. Probably because of the words after confessing his identity to Queen Windsor, his face looked better at this time.

　　 He appeared soberly and left the road in time, and didn't let the conversation go deeper, otherwise nothing might happen.

　　 "Does your chest still hurt?"

　　 he asked caringly.

　　 "There are some more, but it's okay."

　　Miss Windsor smiled reluctantly. Jenkins could not stare at her chest for a long time, because it was very impolite, so she looked at her face and said:

　　 "Everything that happened here is fake. After that, if we encounter a similar situation again, we should communicate more with Miss Magic and me. You and friends are still there. A few more words will always help."

Chapter 1912 Chapter 1883 The Second Possibility

　　 Regarding Jenkins's opinion, Miss Windsor just nodded and said nothing. Miss Magic didn't want to continue the topic just now. She also nodded to Jenkins, so Jenkins looked at the three-handed bald old man who was shrinking on the high stool:

　　 "Open the second door."

　　 "Before this, we must make a summary."

　　 said the old man, his voice is still that weird.

　　 This corridor is windless and completely closed. The dry and bitter air makes the mood extremely depressing. Even if it is not affected by the treacherous environment, normal people may suffer from mental problems after a long period of time.

　　 The work of communicating with the elderly has always been done by Jenkins. Miss Magic guarded Miss Windsor from the back, so that she would try to avoid the aboriginal people who perceive the treacherous realm with any senses.

　　 "The possibilities are interesting, aren't they?"

　　 the old man asked, but there was no answer.

　　 So the dark hand behind his back pointed to Jenkins first:

"Killing yourself without hesitation is like killing a stranger. Your knowledge of self-independence is very good. Kill yourself, then you will gain a share of your own power, which is very common. Reason, this is a gift from killing."

　　 A bubble floated from the black palm, and after entering Jenkins' forehead, he added a blank bubble.

　　 "Unexpected joy, books...no, the uncrowned king has fallen."

　　 "You can't recognize yourself or others, you are simply lucky. Among the thousands of possibilities, few people can come across the best one."

　　 He pointed to Miss Windsor, this sentence probably implies something, Miss Windsor has not had time to think more in the dizziness, while closing her eyes, she feels that someone has stuffed something into her hand.

　　 That can't be Jenkins, Jenkins is still far away, and it can't be Miss Magic. Miss Magic's hand is not so cold, so it can only be the black hand.

　　 She opened her eyes and saw a magnifying glass with a round polished crystal on the wooden handle painted blood red.

　　 Miss Magic was not given anything by the black hand, because there was no such thing in the previous world.

　　 Next, the old man did not give the three people time to communicate. The black hand opened the door on the left side diagonally across from the door just now. Behind the door is still the familiar Fifth Queen's Road:

"Wish all of you a pleasant trip."

　　 said the penetrating voice.

　　 "Okay, let's go."

　　 Jenkins looked at his companions, and still came to the forefront, and then Miss Magic and Miss Windsor crossed the threshold and followed. The door closed behind them, and the street surrounded by light gray mist was more like the real world than the last raining Nolan.

　　 "This time it looks normal than the last time."

　　 Miss Magic commented, and then asked Jenkins:

　　 "Are you still going there?"

　　 She pointed to the old antique shop.

　　 Jenkins is not sure why the two entrances to the world of possibility are not far from the old antique shop. But since I'm already here, I naturally want to check it out.

　　 Pushed open the door of the antique shop with the sound of the bell. The old man was still reading the newspaper behind the counter, and there was still no Jenkins Williams in the antique shop.

　　 After the usual welcoming statement, the old man raised his head and looked at the three young men with disguised faces. Jenkins looked at the front entrance of the store behind him, and saw that no one followed them into the antique shop this time, and then officially started talking with his father:

　　 "Do you have any newspapers here? We need some newspapers."

　　 "Is it an old newspaper? There are indeed, but because it is difficult to preserve, so the entire set of old newspapers, only the Nolan Evening News and the Kingdom..."

　　 "No, we want this."

　　 Jenkins pointed to the newspaper in his father's hand, and his father looked at him suspiciously, then hesitantly nodded:

　　 "Yes, just take it away, no money."

　　 He stuffed the newspaper into Jenkins, and Jenkins flipped it roughly twice, leaving behind a one-shilling note and then went out with his friends.

　　 "Since you did not stay to talk to that old Oliver, then you must have found a clue in the newspaper. Then, let's talk about the news that surprised you the most."

　　 On the street, Miss Magic said to Jenkins.

　　 "I'm still a wanted criminal, and the reward is the same as last time."

　　 Jenkins shook his head and said, handing the version with the wanted order to Miss Magic, and Miss Windsor came over. There was a black and white photo of Jenkins on the reward order, and when describing the crime, it was similar to what the last world had heard from the old man.

　　 "It's the same again? It seems that you really have the potential to become a criminal."

　　 Miss Magic said jokingly, seeing that Jenkins was still reading the newspaper, she continued:

　　 "Since you are still here, and I was not in the last possibility, then there must be no Miss Windsor this time. Is there any information about me in the newspaper?"

"I haven't seen you for the time being, nor have I seen any news related to the Three Kings talks, but Queen Isabella still came to Nolan to visit. It seems that no matter what, at this point in time, the Queen of Fedictelli will be there. Nolan appears. Oh?"

"what's happenin?"

　　 Seeing Jenkins suddenly stopped, Miss Magic asked.

"I saw a very strange thing that has nothing to do with the royal family and politics. There is a news about the sale of a house here. The address is St. George Street, which is my home. The waiting time for the sale has been a long time. It seems that I have never owned it. It’s not unusual to have passed that house..."

　　 This time there is no conspicuous information at the hands of the three people. There is no Miss Windsor's world. If you want to find information, you can only find information from the other two people. But the other two people are not the kind of people with fixed schedules, and it is not easy to find their whereabouts.

　　 But relatively speaking, Miss Magic’s whereabouts may be easier to spot than the wanted criminal cultist Jenkins Williams. So the three of them discussed it, and decided to try to find Miss Magic here first. This was an act of total luck, and Miss Magic couldn't tell where she should be at this time.

　　 But luck was not bad. After investigating the third possible location, which was the barren hill outside the Civic Cemetery on the outskirts of Nolan, the trace of Miss Magic was finally found in the forest hut.

　　 did not see her directly, but found traces of life here. Miss Magic went to check the basement of the hut in the woods. Jenkins and Miss Windsor rummaged in the small room.

　　 He was forbidden to look at the closet directly, so he could only search through the bookshelf. Miss Magic has a lot of books. His eyes were on the spine of the book to observe the title. Before he found any clues, he heard Miss Magic's cry from the basement.

Chapter 1913 Chapter 1884

　　 asked Miss Windsor to stay in the hut on the ground not to go down, while Jenkins quickly jumped out of the basement. No lamps were installed in the basement, only candlesticks placed on the table top provided light.

　　 Miss Magic stood by the wall in a little panic. She had her back to the candle, so the shadow covered the still fresh corpse in front of her. The corpse was so fresh that Jenkins thought it might not take more than an hour to die.

　　 At least from the face, it was Miss Magic's corpse. There were no scars on the outside, but the heart had stopped beating. Although the auras in the treacherous realm are mixed and the real eye is severely restricted, it is still possible to judge whether the gifter is dead at close range.

　　 "It is indeed dead."

　　 squatting down, Jenkins checked and said, putting his hand on the opponent's neck:

　　 "I didn't feel the toxin, it was like... a curse?"

　　 "Mr. Candle, avoid it first, I want to confirm that this is really the corpse of'my'."

　　Miss Magic said very hard, she looked only surprised, and did not panic. This was in sharp contrast with the Miss Windsor just now.

　　 "Well then, call me if you have anything."

　　 said, he returned from the basement to the ground again, and talked about the following situation with Miss Windsor. Miss Windsor looked worried, but Jenkins had confidence in his friends.

　　 It's just that the time it took for Miss Magic to check was a bit too long. Halfway through, Jenkins even asked about the following two times, and Miss Magic asked him to be patient.

　　 After finally being allowed to enter the basement again, Jenkins noticed that the corpse was disheveled at a glance.

"Oh?"

　　 "Oh what?"

　　 Miss Magic asked rhetorically, seeing Jenkins tilting her head and not speaking, she said:

　　 "Confirmed, it is definitely my corpse. I checked the cause of death and indeed found traces of the curse. But it is not a regular curse. Have you heard of [Seven Days Rebirth]?"

　　 "Of course I have heard of it."

　　 The old elves encountered this kind of curse some time ago, but this kind of curse can be broken as long as you persist in not sleeping for 24 hours. Therefore, Jenkins had an idea:

"I think of one thing, in the real world we live in, at the current point in time, the curse of seven-day rebirth is indeed in Nolan, but it was encountered by one of my elders not long ago. Since this possibility, My destiny has changed, so maybe the elder who should have encountered this kind of curse did not meet, so I was met by'you'."

　　 The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was reasonable. Without foreign visitors, the probability that Jenkins could meet the old elves became very low. Moreover, once the two had never met, then the old elves should have passed away a few months ago, and have not been able to live to the present point in time.

　　 "But how could you die from this curse? Don't you know what it is? No, the way to die for seven days' rebirth does not seem to be the case. You should be occupied by evil spirits."

　　 "So rebirth on the 7th is only part of the cause of my death. I think there must be a reason for my death here. If we find out the reason, we will probably be able to leave this story."

　　 said Miss Magic, she looked a little angry, angry that she died so easily.

　　 Jenkins wanted to bury "Miss Magic" and then leave here and return to the city. It was not troublesome, but Miss Magic rejected the "friendly" offer. She asked Jenkins to help move the corpse to the ground, get some dry firewood in the nearby forest, and burn the corpse with her own hands.

　　 "Okay, let's continue to investigate."

　　 She watched her face being engulfed by the blazing fire, which made Jenkins and Miss Windsor admire very much.

　　 The dead Miss Magic did not leave a diary or letter next to the body. Although this is a good habit, it is a bit bad for the three of them now.

　　 Fortunately, there are no clues, Miss Magic knows herself very well. She used a special method to deal with the fire to ensure that the body was completely burnt to ashes, and in the ashes, she found a copper pipe.

　　 "Can I ask, where are you hiding this in your body?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't help but asked curiously, and then Miss Windsor who was standing beside him couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder. This time, the world of possibility has little to do with Miss Windsor. Her spirit looks much better. If it weren't for the environmental impact of the moment in the treacherous world, maybe even her complexion could be completely normal.

"Here."