The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins wondered in his heart. Ordinary people standing in this position might be embarrassed to point this out, but Jenkins is not an ordinary person. He immediately wanted to point out that he did not choose him, but the man who stood up and grabbed his hat did not give Jenkins a chance to speak:

"Baron Willamette, my question is this. As we all know, the Fabry scam did not cause much damage in the end, but this was because you exposed the scam in advance. In other words, once the Fabry scam is true, We can all imagine how terrible the consequences will be. Therefore, the kingdom and parliament must always beware of people with similar tendencies or who have a high understanding of financial games, such as... you... ....So, should we establish supervision..."

Jenkins couldn't hear the rest of the question clearly because the noise from the front row had drowned out the questioner's voice. Halfway through the young man's words, most of the audience started speaking regardless of etiquette. Of course, the most common ones were to accuse the questioner of being rude. Jenkins was a "foreigner" no matter how you put it. Asking such a question on such an occasion, except for Aside from Disgusting Jenkins himself, once the Kingdom of Fidictri gets to know about it, the Kingdom of Hampavo, especially everyone here, will definitely become a laughing stock.

"So, you are suggesting that I will become a fraud like Miss Fabry?"

Jenkins asked very straightforwardly, which combined with his young face gave people the impression that a young man is ignorant and has an impatient personality.

"Meow~"

The cat lying next to Jenkins meowed excitedly. It liked to watch this kind of excitement.

"No, no, no, Baron William, this is just a metaphor, a hypothesis, a rhetorical device unique to our country. The original intention of the question is to ask you how to establish a suitable system for people with similar tendencies and abilities. supervision system.”

The questioner continued amidst the uproar. Now everyone understands that this was definitely arranged in advance by someone with malicious intentions. Considering that Jenkins was a guest invited by Dolores Stuart, it is not difficult to think about the reason for all this.

Jenkins curled his lips, somewhat looking down on this way of asking for trouble. His opponent had a good time to find trouble, but it was a pity that the question was too bad.

"If the ability to commit crimes must be monitored, then there will be no people in this world who are not monitored. Everyone can hold a knife. I believe many of you here are carrying guns, but this means that we Do you need to monitor everyone?”

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to his waist, then took out his pistol and slapped it on the desk in front of him with a bang.

"You see, because of the riots some time ago, I now carry a gun with me when I go out. Of course, His Highness gave me a gun license. Although I don't know how to use it... but will the Police Department shoot me because I have it?" To be honest, this question is too ridiculous.”

There was also a burst of good-natured smiles in the audience, although Jenkins thought it was nothing funny. He continued:

"Instead of worrying about more and more smart people, it is better to let these smart people become part of the system through reasonable methods. Both individuals and countries are developing and progressing. To suppress the development of new technologies is actually to The change of direction lags behind other countries... Of course, some new technologies are indeed extremely dangerous, and this should be carefully distinguished. "

The last sentence was added because Jenkins thought of the demigod whose body was more than two-thirds geared. He didn't know how much the people here understood, but at least the warm applause could not be faked.

Jenkins was quite satisfied with this answer. After the speech, he asked Alexia what she thought of his last words. As for the man who asked the last question, Dolores would naturally investigate and solve it, so Jenkins didn’t have to worry about such things.

The impact of this speech was far-reaching. Early the next Sunday morning, a photo of Jenkins waving his hands while delivering the speech appeared on the front pages of major local newspapers.

Jenkins crossed his legs and read reviews in the newspaper at the dining table, while the cat quietly licked milk on the dining table.

"Good morning, Jenkins."

Because there is no cat-shaped alarm clock, neither Alexia nor Dolores will wake up as early as Jenkins. Seeing the hostess appear, Julia, who was standing next to Jenkins serving tea, informed the kitchen that breakfast could be brought up.

"Good morning, Alexia, Dolores."

Dolores's sister wasn't up yet, but it was understandable for a child to sleep a little longer.

"This report actually suggested that the Kingdom hire me as a consultant in the financial department."

Jenkins smiled and handed the newspaper to Alexia, then reached out to wash his hands in the basin brought by the maid next to him. Some ink stuck to his hands. In fact, he liked the smell quite a bit.

"I think this is a good idea."

Dolores said.

"That will have to wait until I make up my mind to take everyone to Loen."

Jenkins replied, then thought back to Nolan's girls.

Before returning to Nolan today, Jenkins received the letter after breakfast and went to Luen's church again. Father Fernando told Jenkins that the local investigation of the strange tobacco in Loen had made progress. The church had found clues to the supply on the black market and discovered that there was also a believer in the "Hirling Mist" in the local area.

Historically speaking, this is the first time Roen has discovered a follower of this false god, which is quite unusual.

"There is news from the Holy See that traces of tobacco have been found in various parts of the mainland after targeted searches. [The Church of All Things and Nature] has begun the identification of tobacco. The preliminary judgment is that it is not naturally cultivated. It is a product obtained through special processing of ordinary tobacco. Its ingredients are very complex. Currently, only human hair and crow bone powder have been isolated. Although the consequences of long-term smoking have not been thoroughly investigated, it is basically certain that it is not good. It’s just that after consulting the sage, the Holy See has not yet received an oracle about whether the false god [Hirling Mist] has shifted to the evil god’s camp, but the Holy See said that members of the [Scent Smell Appreciation Committee] can forcefully arrest and interrogate ”

"How many people have used that tobacco?"

Jenkins asked.

"Hard to say."

Father Fernando explained awkwardly:

"Although it is expensive, the sedative and psychonarcotic effects of that kind of tobacco are very obvious. Basically, once you use it once, you will use it many times, even though its chemical addiction is extremely low. As far as the current statistics are concerned, its usage rate is among the nobles. Records were used by a large number of officials, businessmen and artists, and even the clergy of the church.

No one knew it had problems before. Most users regarded it as expensive special handmade tobacco... The problem may be serious. "

It seems that the problem is indeed serious, but we don't know whether the side effects of tobacco are only for people who smoke for a long time, or for anyone who has smoked once.

Nolan's [Universal Potion] has been proven to be able to completely remove the mental and even soul effects caused by tobacco. It just needs to be diluted ten times from the original solution in the pool under the giant tree to be effective.

But those potions were not much, and even if Nolan's five churches were willing to take them all out, it would not be enough to treat the abnormal tobacco users widely distributed throughout the continent.

"This is a big problem involving the entire material world. The most important thing is that we don't know what these tobacco manufacturers are going to do."

Father Fernando said distressedly, and said that the Twelve Churches had reached an agreement with various countries and would announce to the world within a few days that they would ban the sale of tobacco.

“We would exaggerate the side effects in newspapers and get some photos to tell people that expensive tobacco is manufactured in extremely poor sanitary conditions and that long-term smoking has an impact on men/fertility, and people always believe this reason ...But asking all smokers to register with the church and the city department probably won't accomplish anything, and I don't believe anyone will voluntarily admit to having smoked something like that."

The development of the matter was out of control. When it first obtained information from Jenkins, the church thought that the Gifted One was selling illegal drugs to ordinary people to make huge profits; but when they learned that those weird tobaccos had been sold to almost the whole world, they realized that this was not the case. It's a worldwide disaster.

Personal power plays no role in this matter. Even if Jenkins can now find the tobacco seller's lair and kill everyone inside, it will not change the fact that hundreds of thousands of people have used those tobaccos.

Chapter 1301 Chapter 1,280 The Pretended Soothsayer

When returning to Nolan, Jenkins also talked to Hathaway about tobacco, and Hathaway also expressed concern about the development.

She didn't know about this before. She originally thought that Jenkins came to her to talk about [Doomsday Vision], but she didn't expect that Jenkins brought worse news.

"Don't go out much lately. It's best to stay with Britney. I'm very worried about your safety. If possible, it's better to take your family and leave Nolan now."

He said worriedly while holding the tea cup, and saw his frowning face reflected in the liquid surface.

"Is that possible, Jenkins?"

Hathaway asked angrily, and then looked at the kitten eating cake on the table.

"You actually carry chocolate with you."

"Haven't I always been like this?"

He asked as he tapped his glass with his finger. Several ice cubes immediately appeared at the bottom of the liquid and started to bubble and float up.

"You are in Loen now. You just came back to have a date with me and you didn't forget to bring it with you... Let's not talk about this anymore. Do you have time later? I have something to ask you."

The matter that Hathaway entrusted was related to Britney. Both ladies had some leisure time in the spring semester. Hathaway was busy studying for the Giver, and Britney didn't have so many things to do.

While she can't find Hathaway and Jenkins, she makes some new friends, and Hathaway suspects something is wrong with those new friends.

"First of all, I don't know if Britney has participated in any occult gathering again; in addition, the war is fierce outside the sea, and Britney's father, Marquis Michael, has great power, and I am also worried that someone wants to do harm to Britney. Therefore, If you have time today, I hope you can follow her for me, it only takes one afternoon."

Hathaway's grandmother is visiting today and she can't be out for long periods of time, so she asked Jenkins to do it. It was certainly not gentlemanly behavior to stalk a lady, but Jenkins mentally struggled for a few seconds before agreeing.

Hathaway had been tailing Britney several times in recent weeks and knew the schedule for her weekly get-togethers with her new friends. Jenkins just had to wait and watch nearby.

"Remember to disguise your face so it doesn't matter if you are discovered."

Hathaway gave instructions, worried that Jenkins was not good at this, and also passed on a lot of experience. She didn't know that Jenkins was a master of disguise assassination, investigation, tracking, and infiltration. He had done a lot of similar things in the past six months.

After having lunch with Hathaway and talking about their recent lives, the two said goodbye. Before parting, Jenkins emphasized the danger Nolan was facing recently. Hathaway smiled and reassured him:

"Instead of worrying about us, you should worry about yourself. Jenkins, I have also heard about Rune's situation. You should also be careful in the political vortex."

Blaine and her friends' afternoon schedule was at the Warhan Camp on the outskirts of the city. In summer, autumn and winter, the camp was an open space used by nearby timber merchants to store wood.

In spring, the camp will gather artists, small circuses, fortune tellers (fake) and various performers from all over the Kingdom of Fidictli. At the same time, nearby rural townspeople will come here to sell small commodities and food, making the Warhan Camp like a celebration throughout the spring.

This tradition has been going on for many years, and there will naturally be no surprises for Nolan this year. Britney and her friends have been coming here every Sunday afternoon since three weeks ago, and Hathaway just wants to know what they are doing here.

"Let me think about where I should hide..."

Jenkins, who arrived at the entrance of the camp in advance, paid a penny entrance fee and began to look for a suitable hiding place. He learned from Hathaway that Britney had a sachet with a one-time passive amulet spell hidden in it. That kind of spell is expensive and only a few benefactors can make it. Hathaway spent a lot of money to buy it from a benefactor who called herself "Magic Lady".

This is a protective measure Hathaway specially got for Britney's safety, similar to Jenkins once gave Britney a small jewelry with his real name engraved on it, which was also for safety.

The aura of that unique spell is strong, so Jenkins does not need to follow it, just find a place to hide, use the [Eye of Truth] to identify the aura of the spell, and then observe the movement trajectory from a distance.

"So where should I hide?"

The camp was bustling with people, and there was a festive atmosphere. On both sides of the camp entrance were a vendor selling strange hats and a middle-aged man selling wild fruits in bamboo baskets. Jenkins thought the wild red fruits looked unripe.

Passing by these two, he continued to walk forward. The camp was divided into three roads by the vendors connected together. Jenkins chose the middle one, and looked around curiously while walking. The Maine Coon cat Coconut on his shoulder also looked at everything curiously. Then Jenkins saw a tent dyed purple with inferior dyes, with a sign outside that read the word [divination].

"That's it."

He had a plan in mind, so he walked over generously, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and walked into the tent. Then, with just a 1 gold pound note, Jenkins successfully obtained the right to use the tent for an afternoon.

The original owner was a brown-skinned middle-aged bald strong man wearing a pretentious purple robe, covered with strange amulets, and a choking aroma.

He was very happy with Jenkins's suggestion, and before leaving, he said that this way he could go to the other side of the camp and take care of the stall selling amulets.

The ventilation in the tent was not very good, and the choking fragrance on the strong man refused to dissipate for a long time. But it was much quieter here than outside, and Jenkins sat behind the small low table with the crystal ball for half an hour, and only a decadent middle-aged man who spent 10 pence on divination came in, which was in line with his requirement to keep a low profile.

Half an hour later, Britney and his group finally arrived. Jenkins noticed the aura of the amulet with his monocle, and then watched the amulet enter the camp.

At the same time, he also confirmed that there was no gifter near her. This discovery made Jenkins understand that the most dangerous possibility that Hathaway was worried about did not exist.

According to Hathaway's observations in the past few weeks, Britney and her friends would move towards the temporary wooden towers in the middle of the camp with a clear goal after entering the camp.

Today they chose the middle road after entering the camp, and then naturally passed by the tent where Jenkins was.

Everything that could possibly lead to an accident seemed to inevitably lead to an accident around Jenkins. Before he could even react, he heard the excited conversation of the girls outside the tent, and then he clearly heard someone suggest going into the tent to take a look. Only then did Jenkins realize that he was in trouble.

"Why do I always encounter such things?"

He hurriedly stood up from the chair, and then took out a robe from the big wooden box left by the bald strong man behind him and put it on himself. But before the hood was put on, the curtain was lifted, and Jenkins had to sit down immediately, revealing his face disguised in a black robe.

"Welcome to the old..."

He almost said it was the old man's antique shop, but fortunately he changed his words in time and coughed a few times, and fortunately the girls who entered the door didn't notice it.

Britney and her friends were a total of six people, all beautiful girls around 20 years old. The six people rushed in happily, and then excitedly looked at the rough interior of the tent.

From Jenkins's point of view, the decoration here is quite casual, and the bald strong man doesn't even have basic sincerity. He should be waiting to cheat people with a "willing to take the bait" attitude.

But the ladies didn't care about this. They seemed to come in just for fun.

"Sir, what's the price for divination here?"

The tallest but slightly fat lady asked. Her beautiful long brown hair was something Jenkins had never seen before.

"5 pence."

Jenkins was very cautious and taciturn, worried that his speaking style would expose himself. He sat behind the table, clasped his hands together, and looked at the ladies who came in with what he thought was a very calm look.

But he didn't know that his scrutinizing eyes put great pressure on them. That extremely calm look, combined with his strange pressure (god) and chaotic temperament (hidden in the black robe), made the somewhat nonsensical divination tent become much more serious.

"Is it 5 pence for divination of anything?"

The black-haired girl standing at the back asked.

"Yes, it's all 5 pence."

Jenkins nodded, hoping that they would leave as soon as possible.

"Then I want to divine love."

The tall lady who spoke first said with a smile, and her companions behind her laughed, and the group immediately became a mess.

"Pay first, then tell fortunes."

Jenkins said with a straight face, trying not to look at Britney. Hathaway had reminded him when she commissioned him that even if the face and height and body shape changed, a person's eyes would hardly change.

"Okay, 5 pence."

The tall lady took out 5 coins from her handbag and put them on the table. Jenkins immediately reached out and put them in his palm, then casually said:

"Your love is very smooth, and the object of your affection will appear in half a year. But you must be careful to seize the fleeting opportunity, and you will regret it for the rest of your life if you miss this opportunity."

Jenkins himself didn't know what he said.

"Is that all? Don't you need to use cards? Don't you need this crystal ball? Don't you even need to look at the lines on your palm?"

The shortest lady with red hair asked, her voice was very sharp, not the childish and slender voice of a child, but like a sharp bird song.

"No, only those who have no skills will use props."

Jenkins found a reason for himself, and then hoped that they would leave quickly so that he would have a chance to spy on their route.

Chapter 1302 Chapter 1281 Auction on the Tower

"Then I'll come too."