The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins desperately hoped that in the dim light, the count would not find himself showing a panic expression for less than a second.

"Hathaway belongs to herself and I don't want you to use her as a trading tool."

He finally said the line from the third-rate novel that he hated the most.

"I also said this when I was young, but it was not on such a dignified occasion, but in the granary of a small farm. The content of our transaction was the right to lease cattle for one year."

Jenkins' curiosity made him want to know the continuation of the count's story, but now was not a good time to ask.

"The commitment I made above is still valid. At the same time, I can promise to open some of my information channels for your use."

This is equivalent to a promise to cooperate with the church, and the target of his open information channels is naturally the church.

"I appreciate your offer, but I hate your attitude."

Jenkins said bluntly, seeing that the count still had that formulaic smile on his face.

"Only this sentence makes me feel that you are really a young man. But you will definitely agree, won't you? This will be beneficial to both parties, and we..."

"I think the noble Earl Hesha must know that the Galvin family was investigated a few days ago and was related to the cult."

Jenkins suddenly interrupted him very rudely.

"certainly."

He was surprised and did not understand the meaning of Jenkins bringing up this topic:

"What, are you trying to say that I will end up like that idiot who provoked you, and eventually lead to self-destruction?"

"No no no."

Jenkins shook his head, he would not do such a boring thing:

"Some banned arms were also found in the Galvin family. In this sensitive period, anyone involved with those arms will be in bad luck. You should also agree with this view."

"I think so."

The earl nodded slightly.

"Well, I have some interesting letters in my hand. No, no, no, don't look like that, Count Hesha. I knew you would understand immediately what I was referring to. This is really interesting, isn't it? ? But I understand that if a military person like you does not engage in the business of reselling arms, then you will be sorry for your position. "

Chapter 533 Chapter 524 The Earl and the Baron

"letter......"

The earl groaned, "I'm sorry, Baron Williamt, I don't know what you are talking about."

The frequency of his ringed hand tapping on the table changed, and Jenkins noticed this keenly.

"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. What matters is whether I know the contents of the letter."

Jenkins' expression became serious, he stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back. Tonight is another cloudy day, and in the dim city, I don’t know how many crimes will happen.

The Count held on to the armrests of the chair and wanted to stand up, but his instinct stopped him from doing so:

"Do you even know what you got?"

He spoke in a very stern voice.

"I know, of course I know, that this is something that can destabilize the kingdom. I grew up in this great country and have witnessed the madness and progress of this era. Of course I don't want it to be destroyed."

As he spoke, he turned around, with sharp eyes under his frown... This was also taught by Miss Stuart. It belonged to negotiation etiquette. God knows how she defined this term.

"you!"

The Earl finally stood up, his cheeks flushed red, and his hair seemed to stand up:

"Where did you get those letters and what exactly are you going to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to know what I have... Of course, at some point in the future, when I need your help, I think you will be very generous. I can also Guarantee, only I know those letters, not the church or the kingdom."

After saying that, he sneered inexpertly, and then drew a circle in the air with his finger:

"At least a few hundred people know that I'm here to visit you tonight. I think you won't do anything stupid, right?"

"certainly."

The earl was obviously leaning forward, wanting to rush out like a mad old lion, but he smiled to himself, sat down, and leaned on the seat again.

Jenkins didn't know whether his performance just now was qualified, but his goal should have been achieved. He now urgently needs a safe information channel in the secular world, otherwise it would be too dangerous to have to investigate everything by himself.

"Perhaps, the you I'm investigating is not you at all. I just want to remind you that those letters involve a wide range of things. If you don't want to die unexpectedly, it's best to stay away from them. Young people who don't know the heights of the world, you will never think of yourself What you hold in your hands is something more dangerous than a steam bomb."

The Earl obviously knew something about the witches, but he probably hadn't guessed that Jenkins was one of those weird supernatural beings.

"I understand, but only the two of us know about this matter. If it is leaked, it will only be your responsibility."

He insisted on this.

"So, who are you working for?"

"It's just me."

The earl shook his head slightly, obviously not believing it. Being able to get those fatal things, the power behind Williamt obviously cannot be underestimated. Looking at that young and handsome face, he suddenly thought of something that happened a few months ago. It was at Marquis Michael's dinner party. The Marquis and Duke Douglas Jerrod, who came unexpectedly, had said some puzzling words, and Marquis Michael had also hinted at some things in private that he had not understood. .....

Somehow, I immediately thought of the Queen, the royal family, and a certain photo I saw at Cold Spring Palace when I was young. His head seemed to explode with a bang, and a series of things were strung together, pointing to the most impossible possibility.

He stared at the blond hair and the overly young face with wide eyes, and then thought of the seemingly innate nobility at the dinner table:

"Oh, my God~"

If Jenkins could read minds, he would definitely be able to hear the middle-aged man's moans.

Mr. Writer was a little surprised by the way the count looked at him, but he thought it was his threat that worked, so he coughed and waved his right hand in the air:

"I like the current atmosphere of the conversation. Let's continue talking... I agree with your proposal."

"Hmm...huh? Hmm~"

The count showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream. He opened his mouth to blurt out something, but then he shook his head and sighed: "I should say this is your proposal, right? What kind of hidden content do you want to add to the agreement?"

"No, I don't need to hide anything. As you know, I'm just a devout believer who occasionally gets involved in some little trouble."

He subconsciously wanted to touch the chocolate, but then realized that his cat was left at home. I miss it a little and worry about whether my kitchen will suffer.

He has hidden the dessert in an easy-to-find cupboard, where the cat should be able to find it easily.

"Don't tell me that those threats just now were just to relieve Hathaway."

Earl Hesha asked mockingly, his tone a little weak.

"Why not?"

Jenkins shrugged.

Judging from the count's expression, he didn't believe it at all.

In fact, Jenkins didn't believe it. Recent events made him understand that he needed additional information channels. Today's conversation with the earl was just an introduction. He should still be able to use the earl in the days to come.

"Then let's end our visit here tonight. The professionals from the church will discuss the rest of the matter with you. Whether you can get what you want depends on your own attitude."

The Earl nodded and glanced at Jenkins again, his cloudy eyes full of meaning:

"You're really like a shadow."

"I do not understand what you mean."

The slightly old middle-aged man stood up, his calm and intimidating look was really shocking: "You are clearly standing in front of me, and I know your information very well, but I feel that you are so... Unreal, as if standing in front of me is a fake person.”

He was probably sarcastic. The image of a pure and kind writer created by Jenkins was inconsistent with the scheming displayed in the conversation just now.

But what does it matter, the shadow doesn't matter, after all, Jenkins himself often reminds himself who he is "now" to prevent those secrets from being exposed to the sun.

"Like a...real apparition."

The Earl concluded, without making eye contact with Jenkins, and without knowing what he was thinking.

Jenkins could not accurately describe the results of this meeting, but he also believed that these upper-level struggles had little to do with him. He had achieved his goal, so in order to prevent the old lion-like man from dying with him for a moment, Jenkins planned to go home as soon as possible to deal with his greedy little cat.

Chapter 534 Chapter 525 Irregular Channeling

It was time to leave, and according to etiquette, Jenkins said goodbye to the members of the Hersha family in the front hall. Only then did he notice that the young girl who had been sitting silently at the end of the dinner table was also here.

No one told Jenkins who this person was, but he probably was a relative or something.

She looked a little haggard and not in good spirits. She kept her head down when everyone was talking.

"Who is this......"

It was the girl's turn to shake hands with Jenkins, and Jenkins asked Hathaway beside him with a smile.

The red-haired girl's face immediately showed a surprised expression, as if she suddenly discovered that Jenkins was actually a sperm-curly baboon.

"You noticed her...I mean, this is my cousin. Jean...Marianne Frances."

Hathaway's expression was very strange, even very frightened. Jenkins didn't understand what was going on. He looked at Countess Hesha again. She nodded blankly:

"Yes, this is my sister's daughter who lives here temporarily."

This look is like being controlled by extraordinary power.

Jenkins looked at Hathaway again, and she blinked in panic, probably meaning not to ask any more questions.

"Who is this? Hathaway even has to control her own mother to admit her identity."

He suspected that Hathaway was threatened, but the haggard girl who said nothing was simply an ordinary person, and it was impossible for the Eye of Truth to fail at such a close distance.

"I have already encountered the bad luck of illegal sacrifice today, so I shouldn't have any more bad luck... Speaking of which, the church should have found the place. I hope John lying in the forest will not catch a cold."

Thinking of this, he stretched out his right hand to the girl, "Then goodbye, Miss Frances."

"Goodbye, Baron Williamite."

Her voice was very crisp, and she was born with a voice suitable for singing. Although her appearance was ordinary, she unexpectedly made Jenkins feel kind. He thought more and more that she was just an ordinary girl, so he thanked the Earl's family for the invitation, agreed with Hathaway to discuss the creation of the opera, and got on the carriage and went back.

Looking at the back of the carriage leaving, Hathaway looked at Miss Frances very secretly, and the latter shook her head gently. She didn't open her mouth, and the voice appeared directly in Hathaway's mind:

"It is indeed a very interesting person."

It was still cloudy when talking with the Earl, but after going out, I found two full moons hanging in the night sky, and the sky was clear for the first time in a long time. But even so, there are still some dark clouds in the distance, and I don't know when they will float over again.

The installation of gas stoves in Nolan City progressed very quickly. When passing the intersection of Minnes Pedestrian Street, Jenkins even saw a row of street lamp poles that had been erected. Although it has not been used yet, it will not be delayed for a week at the latest.

The carriage sent Jenkins to the street corner and left. When he took out the key to open the door, he unexpectedly found a black carriage parked in front of the widow's door next door. The carriage completely blocked the fence gate leading to the garden. I don’t know what the driver was thinking.

"Isn’t it the due date today? No, when I saw it a few days ago, it was only about five months old."

After entering the door, he found that his worries were unnecessary. Chocolate did not destroy the kitchen. When he opened the door, it lay on the foot mat very well, and Jenkins' slippers were next to it.

Seeing Jenkins looking down at it, the cat stood up and called out well, then strolled behind his legs and gently rubbed Jenkins' trouser legs with his body.

"So well behaved?"

It was rare to see Chocolate behave like this. Jenkins squatted down suspiciously and scratched its chin with his right index finger. The cat immediately squinted and raised its head, making a meowing sound.

"What on earth did you do?"

The more this happened, the more worried Jenkins became. After he hung his coat on the hanger, he hurried to the basement in slippers and a white shirt, and moved all the items hidden in the small compartment to the living room.

After a careful inspection, he did not find anything missing, nor did he find any traces of the cat's teeth marks.

"Maybe I really think too much."

He sighed, leaned on the back of the sofa, and with a wave of his right hand, the flame flew out, and the fireplace was lit with a bang.

"Want something to eat?"

He asked his cat, and the cat immediately began to rub his right hand, which meant sweets.

Jenkins relaxed only when Chocolate stood on the table and licked the food in the bowl obediently. He carefully recalled what happened this afternoon and tonight, confirmed that there were no loopholes, and began to prepare for the words when someone came to the church later.

If something happens to John, the church will definitely notify him, so tonight will probably be another sleepless night.

While weaving a lie, his eyes unconsciously looked at the items on the table. Passing over the shadowless lamp, the Ouija board came into view, and Jenkins had an interesting idea:

"Has anyone died near this house before? Before I moved here, I didn't ask about the things around here."

Thinking of this, he became curious. It happened that he had nothing to do now, so he put the small statues in the groove and casually put his fingers on the board.

Chocolate's eyes looked towards the door, revealing the pocket watch chain in his coat pocket, which was vibrating at an astonishing frequency.