The Master of the Strange Realm

"So what happened?"

The blonde girl was still curious.

"Um... gun, and then, bang~"

He briefly described it, and gestured a round thing in front of his chest with both hands. As he said "bang~", the thing suddenly exploded. Jenkins really hoped that this didn't scare Britney, and she didn't seem to mind.

"Murder?"

"I don't know, it seems that familiar friends have turned against each other."

Jenkins shrugged and looked out the window. He didn't want to talk about this issue with the girls, or more accurately, he didn't want to talk about this topic with Britney.

Lunch was interrupted by a disappointment. Jenkins wanted to find another restaurant to continue eating, but there was not much time left before the ball started, and there would be food there, so he had to give up.

The carriage first sent the three people and the cat to Hathaway's temporary residence by the river, so that the girls could change into beautiful ball gowns. Hathaway's skirt was a light blue. Jenkins was not sure what the transparent ribbon decorations were made of. They did not look like a product of this era. If they were silk, they would be terribly expensive.

The upper part of Britney's skirt was burgundy, and the hem was black. But because it was decorated with beautiful lace decorations and a series of patterns around the waist that Jenkins did not recognize, this dress did not look very mature.

Compared with their careful dressing, Jenkins, who was still wearing a black suit and a white shirt, looked a bit old-fashioned. He refused to accept any clothes with lace decorations, and did not like colors other than black and white.

Even if Miss Stuart had not warned that a bow tie should be used instead of a tie for a dance, Jenkins might have worn a black tie like attending a formal meeting.

While the man was changing clothes on the second floor, Hathaway and Britney waited on the first floor of Jenkins' house. The two of them also knew Jenkins's habit of sleeping in front of the fireplace in winter, so they were not surprised by the quilt on the sofa.

But it must be admitted that this man who lives alone has kept his house in good order. Although it was not rigidly neat, it did not look messy.

The two girls were concerned about Jenkins' privacy and only moved around in the living room. When Britney looked up at the sword hung by Jenkins - the one he got when he was first knighted, she suddenly heard a strange sound behind her.

Turning her head, Chocolate ran out of the kitchen pushing a huge red fruit. The cat was very small, which made the fruit look even bigger.

Britney did not recognize what it was at first glance, and it took a long time for her to realize that it was a dragon fruit.

"How could Jenkins' family have such a thing? It seems to be winter now, and this thing can only be found in the south of the mainland..."

She bent down and tried to pick up the fruit on the carpet, but was immediately threatened by Chocolate in a low voice. Hathaway, who heard the voice here, hurried over and pulled Britney's hand back.

"Chocolate doesn't like others touching its things. Well, Jenkins told me."

"How could there be such fruit in Jenkins' house?"

"It was probably sent by the church. You know, he has a very special status in the Sage Church now."

As Hathaway explained, she cursed Jenkins in her heart for not packing up her things. Because the fruit plate was purchased from Mr. Hood's party, Jenkins never showed it to Hathaway. At this time, Hathaway only thought that Jenkins used strange means to get this inappropriate fruit.

After Jenkins changed his clothes and went back to the second floor, he saw Chocolate stealing it at a glance. This was the first time that the fruit plate turned out this kind of fruit. Although the cat was curious, it couldn't peel it and could only push the fruit around on the carpet.

After promising to get the pulp out of it after returning home in the evening, the cat was more obedient. It looked at Jenkins's dress suspiciously, and was a little worried that it would not be able to follow the dance later.

But in fact, this dance was a private dance, which was basically a gathering of young people who liked to be lively and make friends. No one objected to Jenkins bringing his pet.

The venue of the ball was a mansion not far from the outskirts of the city, which belonged to a big businessman. This time, he generously lent his house, seemingly wanting to curry favor with one of the organizers of the ball.

"I'm not sure either. I heard them talking about it at the club a few days ago."

Hathaway, who had already stepped off the carriage, introduced, but Britney didn't pay attention to everyone talking about these things at the time.

Most of the young people participating in the ball did not know Jenkins, but they all knew Jenkins. Most people were extremely enthusiastic about his appearance here. Especially the girls' enthusiasm almost broke their clothes, but fortunately Jenkins' female companion was always by his side to strictly supervise him, so no indecent things happened.

Jenkins rarely participated in such activities, and the most high-end ball he had participated in was naturally the one in Rune. Jenkins thought Hathaway's dancing skills were much better than Miss Stuart's, probably because Hathaway was taller and cooperated very well with Jenkins when dancing.

But relatively speaking, Britney's dancing skills were much worse. Jenkins did not point this out and pretended to be clumsy, and after the two dances, the blonde girl praised Jenkins for his great progress.

Chapter 800 Chapter 784 Dance

"The last time we invited you to the dance, you could hardly dance."

Hathaway was not suspicious, but just teasing. Jenkins realized this, so he just found a random excuse to get away with it.

In fact, the focus of the dance is not on dancing, but on socializing, which is what Miss Stuart told Jenkins. Jenkins agreed with this very much, because once he sat down to rest, someone would always sit next to him and talk about some inexplicable things.

This forced Jenkins to get up and invite the girls to dance many times to get rid of the boring conversation. Hathaway and Britney looked very happy, especially when they found that when Jenkins invited two people to dance, he always followed the order one by one.

"What are you thinking about?"

The music suddenly slowed down, and the red-haired girl's face was close to Jenkins, whispering in his ear.

She had expected Jenkins to talk about some romantic topics, although this possibility was extremely small, but she never thought that Jenkins's thoughts could diverge to that extent in such an occasion.

"I'm still thinking about the murder just now."

The man's tone was very serious.

"Does that have anything to do with us?"

Hathaway had to admit that she was really angry at this time.

"I'm not sure about this. Although the two men are ordinary people, but..."

He and his partner moved to the edge of the dancing crowd little by little, and dared to continue talking when no one noticed:

"But the man who shot himself in the end, the pistol in his hand was a little bit wrong."

"Numbered items?"

Hathaway asked in surprise.

"No, how could we encounter two different numbered items in three hours?"

Jenkins explained, swaying gently to the rhythm of the saxophone and clarinet.

He looked to the side and saw Britney and Chocolate together, and then he felt relieved.

"I mean, the pistol was specially treated. Although I don't know what ritual was used, at least I understand that the source of the pistol must be not simple."

What I saw through the Eye of Truth just now was actually a dazzling black aura. If there was no female companion around, Jenkins might stay and see what happened out of curiosity. But Britney was around, and he had to protect the girl's safety.

"Are those two people related to the Gifter?"

"It is also possible that a bold Gifter sold the ritualized pistol. You know, some unlucky people who are short of money may sell some insignificant things to ordinary people because they are short of money."

At this point, the dance ended. Jenkins took Hathaway's hand and returned to the sofa next to him. Britney brought juice for the two of them. She knew that Jenkins hated alcohol.

"Do you need a break?"

Her hand naturally pinched Jenkins' shoulder. Considering the relationship between Britney and Hathaway, and the words just now, Jenkins felt that the scene was a bit weird.

"Fortunately, Britney, don't look at me not doing much exercise, but in fact, just walking the cat every day is enough to be called fitness."

As he said, he drank the drink in the cup, patted the cat who was unhappy because of being ignored, and then took Britney's hand and walked back to the dance floor.

"Do you see the two girls over there? The two who came down from the second floor."

The two people held hands together, and the blonde girl put her other hand on Jenkins' shoulder. As she spoke, she used her eyes to signal Jenkins to look to the right:

"Look, the taller one is the cousin of Duke Francis, and the shorter one is the foreign countess who came with the visiting delegation of the Kingdom of Cheslan."

"She looks really young."

Jenkins whispered.

"Really?"

"Oh, I mean... although the countess looks young, I think you and Hathaway are more beautiful."

If other men said such words in such occasions, the blonde girl would only feel annoyed, but only Jenkins could say such words in a clumsy way. But Britney didn't hate him for doing so, because only in this way could he be explained as Jenkins William.

The name "Duke Francis" sounded familiar to Jenkins, and he thought for a long time before he remembered the unlucky guy who died in the twin demon incident. After the death of the old Duke Francis, his son inherited the title and entrusted his cousin to come to Nolan to deal with the castle for summer vacation. When Jenkins and his father went to the castle to shop, they encountered a strange world. It was then that Jenkins met Professor Burns.

"I heard that they came to Nolan to collect the remains of the cousin of the Duke Francis."

"But that person has been dead for almost half a year, why is it only now..."

"In fact, it is surprising enough that the young Duke can remember that he has a cousin who died in a foreign country."

Bryony said sarcastically.

Since we are talking about foreign nobles, it is hard not to think of the collision between the execution team of the Inquisition of the Sage Church and the convoy of these distinguished guests earlier this week.

Jenkins doesn't care about these things, but the incident caused an uproar among ordinary people. Even the visiting guests who were supposed to leave Nolan next week planned to stay for another week to confirm what the Sage Church was going to do.

Blaine didn't think that incident had anything to do with Jenkins. She just said what she saw and heard in a mocking tone. The object of her mockery was naturally those "Southerners". In the eyes of the residents of the Kingdom of Fidictli, those Southerners were vulgar and arrogant.

"Did the foreign duke come today?"

Jenkins had a deep memory of that man. He was not only a believer of the sage, but also a gifter.

"He probably didn't come. The organizer of this ball didn't have that much face to invite an unfamiliar duke to participate."

At this point, Hathaway chuckled, as if she remembered something interesting:

"But the duke is probably not a serious person. I heard from my friends that after he came to us, he was not keen on socializing, but kept hanging around the opera house, concert hall and even the circus. He seems to be very obsessed with the stage, which is really a quirk."

"Oh?"

Jenkins just smiled and didn't make any comments.

The crystal chandelier above his head emitted a charming glow, illuminating the young people who were enjoying themselves. Whether they like or enjoy this ball or not, they are all participants here.

Just like on the stage of fate, the moment you step onto the stage, you are already out of control. Jenkins is in awe of fate, but he can't see whether he is a participant or a spectator.

Chapter 801 Chapter 785 The Forgotten Gun

The dance lasted until about nine o'clock in the evening. Most people seemed to be reluctant to leave. The gentlemen and girls blushed, and some even suggested to find some fun somewhere else.

Jenkins has always been curious about what the second floor of this house is used for, which is also open to the dance. But Hathaway and Britney both forbade Jenkins to inquire, and took advantage of being alone with Jenkins to hint that they could answer this question for him in the future.

First, send Hathaway and Britney home. After thinking for a long time, I still haven't decided who to invite to the family dinner at the end of the month. When I returned to St. George Street, I felt a little headache. This might be because I drank too much grape juice and got drunk.

The lights in Jenkins' house were on, which meant that someone was inside. After pushing open the door, I saw my father. He was sitting on the sofa with a pair of glasses and looking at a stack of documents.

"Good evening, do you need tea?"

Jenkins put the cat down and went to the kitchen.

"No, I have something to tell you. Go change your clothes first, and be careful to wipe off the lipstick marks on your face."

"Hmm?"

Jenkins finally understood why the driver's eyes were always strange on the way back.

The lipstick marks on his face were probably left by his female companions kissing his cheeks when they parted. When looking in the mirror, Jenkins stared at it carefully for a long time, and then was frightened by the black tentacles dancing in the depths of the mirror.

"Chocolate, I have told you many times not to hide behind me and wag your tail when I look in the mirror!"

He warned loudly, and the cat immediately trotted out through the crack of the bathroom door.

After changing out of the somewhat restrictive formal clothes and returning to the living room, Dad had already spread the documents on the coffee table.

He motioned Jenkins to sit down, and Jenkins nodded, and saw a list of goods against the edge of the table.

"It's not a big deal. Something happened in the store after you left at noon today. It's hard to describe..."

"What happened?"

Jenkins asked curiously, and saw clearly that the antique shop's purchase and delivery orders were spread all over the table.

At present, Dad has not let him take over this kind of thing, because there are some things in these lists that are not suitable for Jenkins to know.

"The problem is, I forgot what it was."

Dad took a breath, his tone was very confused.

"Do you know the feeling of forgetting something clearly, but you don't know what it is?"

"I probably know it."

Jenkins affirmed uncertainly.

"So, something definitely happened between you leaving the antique shop and lunch, but I can't remember it at all."

He put the last list in his hand on the only blank space on the table, and then motioned Jenkins to check it.

"It was probably at some point in the afternoon. I vaguely realized that I sold a product in the morning, but there was a force preventing me from remembering what it was."

"Why don't you report to the church, or directly call for the attention of the sage to erase the power that affects memory?"

Jenkins suggested.

"I tried, and the sage's gaze reminded me that what I sold was a weapon, an antique weapon. But the influence on the memory is continuous. The sage can help me eliminate it, but once His gaze disappears, the influence will reappear."