The Master of the Strange Realm

Dolores is thinking and Julia is remembering.

"But you said it was possible to achieve profitability in the short term..."

Dolores didn't question the feasibility of this approach; she noticed the time limit.

"If someone can always grasp the flow of tulips and real-time prices in the market, what difficulties will there be in making short-term profits? To fuel the flames of tulips and get away at the right time, decision-makers can operate this game as long as they have real-time data. There is no difficulty. In my opinion, if it goes well, the whole thing can be completed in a month or even half a month.”

Jenkins said, nodding, pleased with his excellent memory. In fact, the essence of these so-called scams is just "leeks". The difference is only in the methods and means.

Scams in the traditional sense only target limited individuals or groups, while the scam he mentioned targets the general public, and is essentially an investment scam. That’s why Jenkins believes that financial games without industrial support are advanced frauds. Although this idea is a bit too arbitrary and extreme, at least the general direction is correct.

The opera started, and the powerful men's singing echoed throughout the theater. After saying this, Jenkins felt bored. Seeing Her Royal Highness sitting on the sofa looking thoughtful, he did not disturb her. He got up and walked to the balcony, picked up the long pole next to the telescope and held it in front of his eyes.

Jenkins could appreciate the charm of opera, but he just couldn't fully enjoy it, which he had repeatedly confirmed.

So after watching it for a while, he lost interest. He moved his hands slightly, and looked at the auditorium below as the angle of the telescope changed.

The location of the box they were in was almost the best point in the center of the entire theater, so looking down, you could clearly see the crowds of heads and various characters in the dark auditorium.

"Oh, sage~"

Because of the angle, when looking from above, if the women's tops are too loose, Jenkins can see some "wonderful" pictures.

He blushed and quickly put down the telescope. Seeing that no cat was watching him, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to pick up the telescope, but this time he did not dare to look at the auditorium again.

Due to fire prevention and safety issues, the hall where everyone is now has more than one entrance. The doors to these entrances are now closed. At the same time, because the lights are turned off in the theater, the light on the stage can hardly reach the back half. Therefore, except for Jenkins, who has some special eyes, no one can see some strange people coming from the back in an orderly manner. Come out of those doors.

Among these people were theater guards, waiters responsible for guiding distinguished guests, girls carrying flower baskets, old men who looked like coachmen, and so on. It wasn't unusual for these people to appear near the theater, but it was strange to all walk in.

Jenkins narrowed his eyes because he saw that the people walking in front all had pistols in their hands.

"What bad luck."

I don’t know whether to describe myself or the people below.

Bang~

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the ceiling and the trigger was pulled. The sound of the gunshot was followed by screams one after another, and the auditorium below suddenly became a mess. Then an unknown person turned on all the gas lights on the wall, and the darkness suddenly turned into light. Most people closed their eyes subconsciously, and the singing on the stage stopped abruptly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me for not introducing myself. This is a robbery. Please hand over your wallet and jewelry. I am an opera lover, so I don't want the walls and carpets of the opera house to be stained with blood. "

The man who spoke was emerging from behind the curtain, and he and his companions looked as if they had control of the backstage. The male lead who was singing just now bravely stepped forward to argue with the group of people, but was kicked off the stage.

"What bad luck."

Jenkins put down the telescope in his hand and turned around to see Dolores's confused eyes.

"It looks like a robbery."

He said this regretfully, then strode to the door and opened it, but did not see the gunmen or robbers ambushing outside.

"What's going on? You only rob the people below, but not the people above?"

Jenkins thought doubtfully, and then saw Julia pulling out a women's pistol from somewhere and trying to rush out, so he quickly stopped her.

"I'll just take care of it. How can you let ladies participate in such dangerous things? They're just a group of ordinary people. Don't worry about it."

Although the location of the Opera House is not in the center of Loen City, it is still considered a lively urban area. Jenkins couldn't imagine that robberies could happen in a place like this.

But there was no need for him to take action. Before he even walked out of the box door, he heard another commotion below, followed by gunshots and screams. Jenkins even heard the violent sound of the steam-water-cooled heavy machine gun, the unique bullet jet and the collision of gears when the steam bag was operating at high power. He only heard it occasionally when he was studying in the [Mr. Ink Club].

Dolores raised the water glass with her left hand and touched the air with her right hand, condensing the liquid into ice and sealing the observation deck to prevent accidental damage from stray bullets.

Then Jenkins walked to the window alone, looked down through the layer of ice, and found a large number of gun-toting bodyguards in uniforms attacking from outside the door, the auditorium, and boxes throughout the theater. The rather exaggerated heavy machine gun I heard just now was attacking from a window slightly lower than where Jenkins and others were. The main body of the firearm, the steam storage and manufacturing device, and the cooling zone device are extremely bulky. Unless they are arranged in advance, it is impossible to transport them temporarily.

Looking down again, half of the theater stage had been smashed due to the exaggerated power of the gun. With this kind of weapon suppression, the group of self-proclaimed bandits quickly fell into a disadvantage.

"It should be fine."

Jenkins said as Dolores and Julia came over.

The commotion was heard outside the door, and the audience in the boxes on the same floor seemed to have ran to the corridor. Then there were the sounds of panicked footsteps, which were the guards of these distinguished guests. They were originally waiting downstairs or even outside the theater.

There were also guards around Dolores, but Her Royal Highness just asked them about the current situation and then asked them to leave.

Chapter 1203 Chapter 1183 Premonition of Danger

Those bodyguards who suddenly appeared with weapons were all subordinates of the second brother Dolores, that is, the subordinates of the second prince. The reason why the guards of the VIPs on the second floor were able to come upstairs quickly was because the robbers only appeared in the hall below, and no one followed the stairs to the second floor or even the third floor where everyone was.

"This is wrong no matter how you think about it, right?"

Jenkins said:

"But it can't be that your brother is directing and acting, right? Such an idea is too stupid."

"But it's also possible there's more to it than just that."

Dolores said with a frown.

Suddenly there was loud gunfire from below again, and a large number of guns were pointed at the window of the upstairs box and fired. Screams rang out again, and the not-so-sturdy ice was immediately broken by stray bullets. Jenkins stretched out his hand and pulled Dolores behind him.

After the gunfire ended, the box was in a mess, especially near the window where smoking wood chips, half-melted ice cubes and fragments of wall construction materials were scattered.

Reaching out to stop Dolores from stretching her head to look, Jenkins reached out to catch the cat that jumped over in a panic due to being frightened, put it on his shoulder, and then walked to the messy window with one hand behind his back. .

Standing sideways and looking down, the commotion in the hall has been controlled, and uniformed armed guards are controlling the robbers in an orderly manner.

The young man who happened to be standing in front of the ruins of the stage looked up, and Jenkins, with the cat squatting on his shoulder, also looked down. The two people's eyes met, and Jenkins saw hostility and pride in the other's eyes, but the other party couldn't see Jenkins' eyes because they were too far away.

"That is the second prince, His Highness Lark Stuart."

Julia whispered behind Jenkins.

"The color of his hair is wrong. How can a normal person have such blue hair? Is it the special inheritance of the Stuart family? Or is it a special bloodline on his mother's side?"

Jenkins asked in a low voice. He did not see the light spot of the giver on the other party, but he saw the aura of the suspected strength of the numbered item.

"His hair didn't look like this when he was a kid. It wasn't until the winter three years ago that he took people out of the city to see the snow, and then disappeared for a day and a night. In the end, he was the only one who came back, but he had no memory of what happened. The only sequelae of that incident , that’s why his hair color turned into what it is now.”

Dolores added.

Jenkins nodded, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. What happened downstairs should have nothing to do with him and Dolores, but it can be seen from this incident that the struggle between the royal family members has reached a crazy point.

He didn't know why these young people were so impatient even though Salsi II was still in his prime, but he also knew that he might encounter many interesting things during his trip to the North, and Stu The infighting in Art's family will definitely leave a lasting memory on his trip.

Jenkins stood at the window looking at the chaos and commotion downstairs, listening to sporadic shouts and faint sobs. He narrowed his eyes and felt something in his heart. He suddenly had an ominous premonition. Maybe this Loen holiday would encounter something worse than the arrival of an angel.

(Chocolate Run...)

That night, he spent the night in Dolores's manor. Although the unfamiliar bed made Jenkins a little uncomfortable because it was too soft, overall the accommodation conditions were quite good.

It was still six o'clock in the morning when the cat woke him up on time. Although Dolores specially prepared a comfortable nest for it, the cat still fell asleep next to Jenkins' pillow.

Because I was sleeping on my side, I opened my eyes and saw the cat squatting in front of me with a pitiful expression.

"What's wrong?"

Jenkins asked as he stood up, not expecting the cat to suddenly be able to speak human language, so he continued:

"It's not time to eat yet. Are you complaining about being hungry?"

"Meow~"

The cat let out a pitiful meow, raised its head, its big amber eyes sparkling with tears, looked at Jenkins aggrievedly, and even its usually energetic tail fell dejectedly on the bed.

"Did you not sleep well?"

he asked again.

"Meow~"

The cat changed from a squatting position to standing up, then stretched out its paws and scratched a few times on the sheets next to the pillow.

Jenkins looked puzzled, lifted the quilt, found his slippers and got out of the bed. Still wearing his pajamas, he stretched out his hand to lift up the sheets, then the mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress, and finally found some tiny grains of rice between the bottom mattress and the bed board.

This is not because the servants are not careful when cleaning, but it is the tradition of the Hampavo Kingdom. For those sheets or mattresses that are used for the first time, people are accustomed to sprinkle a few grains of rice on the bed board. It is said that this can drive away bad luck for these new beddings and allow the owner to adapt to the place faster.

This is of course an unreliable tradition such as folklore, and apparently these things made the cat on the bed very uncomfortable. It felt the hard things touching it, but endured it because Jenkins prohibited it from moving to other parts of the bed at will. one night.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Jenkins stroked his cat to comfort him, wondering if Chocolate was a fairy tale character like the Princess and the Pea who had become a spirit.

"This cat actually lives a more exquisite life than me."

Because underage princesses are forbidden to live outside the palace at night, Dolores took Julia back to the city after sending Jenkins back last night. Except for Mr. Writer and his cat, there is no one other than servants in the manor at night.

I thought I would be alone at the breakfast party. After going downstairs, I was led by the maid and walked up the long manor corridor on the first floor. Then I saw the door of the restaurant open and heard voices.

"Oh, Alexia, it's so nice to see you. Good morning. When did you come back?"

Jenkins said happily as he walked in the door, walked quickly to the short lady and hugged her gently. The latter also looked very happy and greeted Jenkins to sit opposite her.

Although it would be a waste to only seat two people at such a long dining table, they were the only guests in the manor now, and the maids would definitely not have the guts to serve.

"I came back at two o'clock this morning. I heard you were here as soon as I came back, but I knew you were sleeping so I didn't disturb you. How about it? Did you have fun yesterday?"

She flipped her hair and then used the knife and fork skillfully to handle the food on the plate. Jenkins watched the cat eating gracefully absentmindedly, suspecting that the question was a trap.

"well enough."

This is an ambiguous answer.

Chapter 1204 Chapter 1184 The Crisis of Hampavo

Today is the opening day of the Ice and Snow Festival in the Hampavo Kingdom. It is the most important non-religious festival in Loen, and is even a festival famous across the entire continent.

Today's Loen brings together tourists from all over the world, as well as ice sculpture masters and art design masters from the entire kingdom. From Jenkins' understanding, Loen's Ice and Snow Festival is more like an art exhibition than a so-called celebration.

Today, the weather is so beautiful, it's snowing again even though it's early spring. After getting dressed, Jenkins took the newspaper and climbed into the carriage with Alexia to prepare for the city, where Dolores would be waiting for them.

"Have you also heard about what happened last night?"

After the carriage began to move forward, Jenkins waved the newspaper to Alexia. The messy Opera House Hall 3 was the headline photo.

"I heard about it. Even though I wasn't there, I knew it was strange."

"Of course it's strange. The second prince brought so many bodyguards to the opera and prepared heavy machine guns in advance. There aren't many of those in the army, right?"

Jenkins believes that most people can see the question he raised. After all, everyone knows that you don’t need to carry a heavy machine gun to watch an opera.

"I don't think this has anything to do with Dolores, you just have bad luck..."

After saying this, Alexia smiled and changed from sitting opposite him to sitting next to him when she saw that Jenkins looked wrong.

"This is a fight between two Stuarts, yes, Dolores's eldest brother and second brother. In fact, compared to the threat of Dolores, the fight between these two is the most intense in the competition. Now Both princes have already participated in politics, and each has a certain support in the army. More importantly, compared to the Kingdom of Fidictri where you are, the proportion of queens in the Kingdom of Hampavo is very small. In their eyes, Dolores may not be considered an opponent at all.”

The newspaper reported last night's accident very "rigorously", but it did not exclusively occupy the front page. Another part of the front page was the news about the opening of the Ice and Snow Festival. As for the report on the accident at the Opera House, they just avoided the important points and explained that there were no major casualties. The newspaper did not mention the origin of the robbers or even "saved everyone, His Highness the Prince."

Even a stranger like Jenkins could see the weirdness of the incident and the complex entanglements hidden behind it from the newspapers. This matter had nothing to do with him, he was just watching the strange incident.

"But what is the reason for them to do such a thing in the downtown area of ​​Loen? Isn't this too bold?"

Jenkins asked again.

"Haven't you heard yet?"

Alexia asked doubtfully: "Didn't Dolores tell you?"

"What happened? She just took me for a spin outside the city yesterday, and then we had dinner and watched the opera together..."

Alexia's eyes narrowed subconsciously, but Jenkins didn't notice:

"It seems that she forgot to tell you... You can think so. It's like this, His Majesty King Salsi II suddenly fainted in his study at noon on Wednesday last week and woke up three hours later. Come. According to the doctor’s diagnosis, there is something wrong with him.”

Dolores pointed to her head, and then continued:

"For the sake of stability, this matter was not told to the public; also for the sake of stability, only a few people know the follow-up. The doctor also made a more detailed diagnosis: Salsi II can only live until the end of this year at most."

"Oh?"

Jenkins was immediately interested. Now all three kingdoms are really in trouble.

"I went to see it with my own eyes, and this conclusion is basically correct. Salsi II has some strange things growing in his head. I am not a doctor, so I can't tell whether it is a pathological tumor or something else. But because the location is very dangerous, living until the end of this year should not be a very conservative estimate."

Although this matter is absolutely secretive to this country, Dolores did not tell Jenkins, probably not because she wanted to keep it secret from Jenkins. It is difficult to guess the thoughts of a young girl, so Jenkins will not guess.

And for the treatment of this disease, Jenkins's [Origin of Life] is useless. But he is not unable to treat it. Jenkins can think of a very simple and direct way:

While using his ability to keep Salsi II alive, he directly violently opens the skull, cuts off the strange things, and then heals the head.