The Master of the Strange Realm

Hathaway explained, and at the same time, she also wanted to know why Jenkins went out with Miss Michael that afternoon.

"This... is hard to explain."

He could only say this.

Hathaway shook her head and laughed. She had already known everything from Britney, and she asked this question just to tease the man in front of her.

Complicated emotional issues have always been the object of Jenkins's dislike. After sending Hathaway away, Daddy came back soon. Except for the sale of an oil painting in the evening, nothing happened in the antique shop.

After saying goodbye to Daddy, she went straight to Miss Audrey's residence. The "interesting item" she borrowed refers to a slender iron box. The surface of the box is lead-colored, and except for a petal-like symbol on the upper surface, the rest of the surface is solid color.

This is B-08-4-4827, Mr. Prankster's snack box.

"Mr. Mischief?"

"Yes, you should have heard of this name. The [Mr. Mischief's Mischief Pocket] I own is also an item with the same prefix."

"But who is Mr. Mischief?"

Dad said that this is not a god, nor is it any of the ABC series items.

Miss Audrey was silent for a moment, and asked softly:

"Do you remember the question I answered in Lodge language when I first visited your house?"

"Remember... huh?"

This almost clearly indicates that Mr. Mischief is also the master of a certain world.

He immediately looked at Miss Audrey, but the lady did not want to explain too much on this issue.

B-08-4-4827, [Mr. Mischief's Snack Box], has a similar function to B-01-5-9293, [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Plate] held by Jenkins. Every time you open it, you can get a "snack" that will not cause harm to the opener.

But there are still two big differences between these two items. First, after activating the fruit plate, you can get fruit twice a day without any cost, while the snack box can be used unlimited times, and each activation consumes a lot of spirit; second, the fruit plate is a completely harmless item, while the snack box requires the last food to be eaten before it can be opened again, otherwise the user who opens the box for the second time will be whipped against the soul, and a line of ancient text will appear on the front of the iron box, which means roughly as follows when translated into common text:

[Waste food is equivalent to harming the soul. 】

This night, all Jenkins had to do was to rely on his inspiration for divination, but he still did not succeed, not once. This was more difficult than the last attempt in the sewer, because he could not imagine that the burnt caterpillars and withered leaves could also be called "snacks".

"I hope I don't get a stomachache."

It can be seen that Chocolate is very interested in this kind of item that can turn into food. When Jenkins kept failing, it strolled to the box, but until the end, Jenkins did not allow the cat to try.

Chocolate is still too weak. Jenkins is worried that if the cat tries once, all the spirit in its body will be drained. It is better for young cats not to try such dangerous things easily.

As the exam season approaches the end of the year, it is not only young students like John who are troubled, but even college students under Professor Burns are busy with the end-of-year inspection and evaluation.

In order to graduate smoothly or at least get this year's credits, the end-of-year essay must be done beautifully, but the fact is just the opposite.

Professor Burns, who visited the antique shop on Saturday morning, scolded the three young people who followed him in front of his father and Jenkins. The three have been concluded by the professor that the original essays will never pass the end-of-year evaluation next week with a "qualified" score, so they must find a way to write another one before the last week.

Professor Burns has a tenured position in the school and has rich experience in guiding students. Now there is not enough time, and the simplest way is to directly write an evaluation and analysis of a single antique, which is why they came to the antique shop.

It was rare to see Professor Burns look so irritable, and only then could Jenkins remember that most of the old man's abilities belonged to the red fighting system.

After seeing off the professor and his group, the old man leaned on the counter to pay the bill and made a suggestion:

"Have you ever considered going back to school? Even for a diploma, it's worth it."

"Are you kidding me? Where do I have time to go to school now?"

As Jenkins said, he has been very busy recently. He worked in the antique shop in the morning, and had to return to the church in advance to prepare clothes for Marquis Michael's dinner in the evening.

He was very sure that Marquis Michael's invitation could not be simply for thanks, so before leaving, he also found Bishop Palod to inquire about what happened in the kingdom recently, hoping to sort out some clues, and Bishop Palod's advice was the same as the old man's:

"Don't make any promises."

The cat was forced to stay in the church, and when Jenkins walked into the main gate of the mansion under the guidance of the servant, the first person he saw was Miss Windsor, and the girl nodded and smiled at him gently.

"Did I go to the wrong door?"

Even he thought he was stupid.

After meeting Miss Michael, I learned that Miss Windsor had suddenly visited today. As for when she arrived in Nolan and why she appeared here, no one could answer these questions.

"Baron William, I think Miss Windsor will also attend the dinner."

The old butler said respectfully: "I'm sorry for not informing you in advance. But the noble Windsor family and the Michael family are very close relatives, and Miss Windsor didn't inform us in advance."

Even if Jenkins was crazy, he wouldn't believe such words.

Chapter 590 Chapter 579 Invitation to Winter Travel

When he met Marquis Michael, the tall and thin middle-aged man was looking at the portrait on the wall with his hands behind his back. According to the gilded nameplate below, it was Miss Michael's grandfather, Marquis Sanchez Michael.

Compared with Count Hesha, who has a particularly outstanding military temperament, Jenkins thinks Marquis Michael is more like a politician. Miss Windsor happened to appear here, wearing a white dress suitable for the dinner, wearing decent jewelry, and wearing elegant light makeup. This matter is inseparable from the Marquis.

Obviously, the protagonists of this dinner were originally Miss Windsor and Jenkins, and the Marquis was just the host.

The dinner was very sumptuous. Jenkins particularly liked the foie gras, but he kept his distance from the medium-rare steak. The lamb stew looked good, but in fact, it tasted a bit strange like the baked fish fillet. If chocolate could accompany Jenkins here, he would definitely like the assorted cold cuts. This cat has always been a delicate eater, but now he may only have the life orb and metal blocks to accompany him.

The bottle of wine that Jenkins brought was opened for the dinner, and everyone drank some. Miss Michael's eldest brother, the sturdy man who worked in the finance department of Nolan City Hall, praised Jenkins' vision.

With the presence of Marquis Michael's family, Miss Windsor and the Marquis himself did not raise sensitive topics at the dinner. Most of the topics discussed during the toasts were related to the local news in Nolan.

The Marquis was not as serious as he looked, and even took the initiative to tell a joke at the table. Although it was not funny, and there were some erotic metaphors - it might be that Jenkins misunderstood.

After the dinner, Miss Michael wanted to talk to Jenkins and thank him in person for what happened that evening. But Marquis Michael and Miss Windsor had already walked to the study with Jenkins, where they talked.

Just as Jenkins expected, the Marquis sat behind his desk and didn't say anything, but looked at Miss Windsor who was sitting opposite Jenkins.

She was dressed a little mature today, with a lazy temperament besides the charm of a girl.

"Long time no see, Jenkins."

Jenkins thought that the two were not close enough to call each other by name, but he didn't point it out immediately.

"Long time no see, Miss Windsor. You really look more beautiful since we parted at Beldiran."

Yes, Miss Stuart taught me.

"Your compliments are really flattering."

Although it is annoying, the necessary courtesy and greetings cannot be omitted. And after this series of nonsense, they finally got to the point.

The topic was started by Miss Windsor. She talked about Jenkins winning the Ritter Award a month ago, and then talked about the Queen's early departure from the dinner that day, and finally pointed to the Queen's physical condition.

The situation Miss Windsor said was more serious than the news revealed by Earl Hesha, and when it came to this matter, it was indeed related to the succession to the throne.

"I understand, she wants to win over the Sage Church of the Norland Diocese and get the help of the largest church force in the country!"

Jenkins thought he had found the truth about tonight's dinner.

The conversation that followed did not exceed his expectations, but even though there were only three people in the room, Miss Windsor still did not make her words too clear.

She seemed to want Jenkins to understand some obscure meaning hidden in her words. Jenkins understood this intention, but did not understand what she wanted to express at all.

"Mr. William, this is the general situation now. Do you understand?"

"I may understand... Her Majesty's health is worrying, so the ownership of the crown has become the goal of everyone's relationship. The Royalists hope that the Queen will personally select the heir, rather than letting the foreigner with no political experience live in Cold Spring Palace; the Royalists hope to transfer the royal power according to the normal order of succession. Most of those people are nobles with actual power. They want to control the parliament to bypass the new king, thereby interfering with the power of the kingdom."

This is what Jenkins concluded after a few seconds of silence. The Marquis and Miss Windsor were a little surprised. They didn't expect that this young man who had never been involved in politics could see it so clearly.

"That's right."

She was surprised by Jenkins' performance and didn't have time to organize the next words.

"I like the two words you created, 'Royalists' and 'Royalists'. They are very interesting... So, Mr. William, what do you think about this matter?"

It's easy to know that Miss Windsor, who grew up with the Queen, is of course a member of the Royalists, and Marquis Michael should be too. Even Miss Windsor herself might want to wear the crown. If the Queen appoints an heir, she will be the most powerful candidate.

"I have no idea. This matter has nothing to do with me."

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that he must not take sides easily in such matters, otherwise he will definitely face a lot of trouble in the future. Moreover, there is no need for him to take sides at all.

"You are so honest. I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask for your personal opinion. I swear on the honor of the Windsor family, there is absolutely no way that a fourth person will know about what happened tonight."

After saying that, he turned to look at Marquis Michael, and his gentle gaze towards Jenkins immediately became sharp.

The tall and thin middle-aged man shrugged, raised a hand and said:

"In the name of the great Lord God of War, I will never leak in any way the conversation that took place here tonight."

He obviously understands Jenkins better, because Jenkins’ next sentence is:

"Miss Windsor, I think you should swear to the gods like the Marquis."

Miss Windsor was not angry at this statement. She raised a hand, but still looked at Jenkins:

"I swear to the great sages of the Righteous God lineage that I will never leak the conversation that took place here tonight in any way."

She was a shallow believer, and Jenkins found no trace of a believer in this woman.

"My opinion is very simple. I just hope that the kingdom can be peaceful, the people's living standards can continue to improve, and the development of the steam industry will not stagnate."

Miss Windsor's beautiful eyes rolled:

"Then the bloodline inheritance of the royal family is not important. The bloodline of the Middleton family has continued from an earlier era to this day..."

"In the case of equal abilities, of course I support the most orthodox heir."

Jenkins did not say whether he considered "orthodox" to mean the Queen's decision or the law of succession, so this sentence is still in dispute.

As if she got the answer she wanted, Miss Windsor smiled again.

The subsequent conversation never touched upon such a sensitive issue. Marquis Michael remained silent, while Miss Windsor talked to Jenkins about the kingdom's decree. She greatly appreciated the Sage Church's contribution to the Kingdom's public facilities, and asked Jenkins about the Air Protection Act.

He almost said things like clear water and green mountains.

All in all, this was an extremely boring dinner, and very baffling. After the meeting in the study, Mrs. Michael gave Jenkins a tea set as a gift. He also found that Miss Michael seemed to have something to tell him, but Jenkins did not find a chance for the two of them to be alone.

Miss Windsor and Marquis Michael obviously knew about the existence of the extraordinary world. Among the guards, Jenkins saw at least five grantors, but none of them were of very high levels.

As he left the brightly lit Marquis' mansion in a carriage, Jenkins remained puzzled. He looked back at the building that was about to disappear from sight, and kept recalling the content of the conversation in the study.

"It seems to be a test, but why do you keep asking me to express my opinions on the kingdom's decrees? It's strange..."

He turned his head and sat upright, thinking that the church was his place of origin, so he temporarily forgot about these things. Thinking of going back, I couldn't help but narrow my eyes:

"I hope chocolate doesn't cause trouble in church."

When he returned to the church, he found that Bishop Parrod was still asleep, so he told him everything that happened tonight. The old man listened to his story quietly and patted his shoulder gently:

"There is no need to take this matter to heart. The church has begun to pay attention to the situation in the kingdom and everything will be fine."

So far, the newspapers have never mentioned the news of the Queen's physical condition, which at least means that the situation is not so bad that a coup will occur tomorrow. Only when Jenkins was lying in bed did he realize that no matter who took the throne, it would not have much impact on his life. Rather than having such a distant relationship, he should concentrate on how the opera script should be completed.

Miss Michael finally found time to have a detailed talk with Jenkins. It was Sunday morning, and Jenkins was just about to start copying the tadpole essay when the carriage took the beautiful girl to Dad's Antique Shop.

She opened the store door politely, and without even asking her what she wanted, her father motioned for the two young men to go to the reception room upstairs to talk.

"Meow~"

Jenkins wanted to pick up the chocolate curled up like a fur ball on the counter, but it lazily stretched out its paws and patted the back of Jenkins' hand, refusing to leave its current warm position.

Jenkins smiled and shook his head, rubbed his cat's back again, and then followed Miss Michael up the stairs.

The location of Dad's reception room is very good. Sitting on the sofa, you can see the street view outside the window. Although there was no more snowfall today, the air was still so bad. Even on Sunday morning, there were only a few passers-by hurriedly passing by wearing scarves. There is a pot of verdant green plants on the windowsill. It has been placed here since Jenkins first came here in the summer. Dad watered it when he had time, so it has always looked half-dead. It wasn't until Jenkins' [Contact Healing] was upgraded to [Healing Breath] and it was discovered that it could be used to transport the spirit of life that the plant regained its vitality.

"Miss Michael, do you need tea?"

"No, Jenkins, I'll leave right away, please don't bother me."

She motioned for Jenkins to sit down and opened her mouth to speak, but her face immediately turned red.

This was just her body's instinctive reaction, and she was pretty sure she had no reason to blush now. The human body sometimes transcends the control of consciousness, which is normal.

"Last time, I mean Tuesday evening, Jenkins, thank you for your help."

As he spoke, he looked up at Jenkins' cheek. It was only less than a week ago, and only a shallow scar could be seen on the side of his face. It should not leave a permanent mark.

After discovering this, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Is it just this one thing? No, there is no need to thank me. I think every normal gentleman would react like that when encountering such a situation. We should thank God for making the gunman's shooting so bad, otherwise it would not be just like this."

He reached out and touched his cheek. He had forgotten about it in the past few days. He didn't expect it to heal so quickly.

"So, we are friends, right?"

"Of course, we are friends."

Jenkins nodded, not understanding why she wanted to ask that.

"So, can I invite you to join us for a winter vacation? Hathaway and I, as well as some other friends, go to a small mountain resort in the Nolan Mountains every year in the cold winter in mid-January. Although it is a bit remote, it is very interesting. There is even a spring nearby that never freezes all year round. I think you should be interested. Oh, you can bring your friends along, and chocolate is also fine."