The Master of the Strange Realm

"So you left me alone just to warn Mr. William to stay away from Her Royal Highnesses?"

"No, that's a very capable man. If Dolores chooses him, although I will be very unhappy, I won't have any objections."

He opened the drawer next to him and took out a piece of paper and put it on the table. Jenkins bent down and picked it up. He originally thought it would be a bank draft, used as a bargaining chip to let him leave Dolores, but he did not expect that it was an investigation report, an investigation report about William Mutt.

"Sure enough, everyone knows about it except me."

He thought silently in his heart.

"Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Fidictry is older than my father. Seeing that she is finally leaving, I am really happy. None of my children will be that woman's opponent. I thought that the bloodline of the Middleton family would be cut off, but I didn’t expect to find out this matter after a little investigation of your queen’s movements.”

"Actually, this matter is no longer a very important secret in Beldiran."

Jenkins said, turning to the last page of the report, which only mentioned Willamette and not Miss Capet. From this point of view, compared to the methods of the [Church of All Things and Nature], the Church of Sages was one step behind and actually revealed its trump card in advance. Although this gives them a leading advantage, it's hard to say who will win. Even though the Church of the Sages possesses the most important pieces on the chessboard, the hidden pieces are equally terrifying.

As for Salsi II being able to know about this, he was not surprised. There was no reason why Dolores' father's intelligence network was worse than Dolores's.

"I know this matter is not a secret, and I think Jenkins Willamt also knows it. This time he left Loen in such a hasty, I think Beldiran's matter is about to be revealed."

Chapter 1529 Chapter 1505 The Nemesis of Blood

The awkward atmosphere in the study lasted for a few seconds. Jenkins chewed over the words of the man in front of him, hoping that he could hear some meaning.

"What exactly do you want to say? Sorry, I don't understand, but in my opinion, the matter of my employer, Mr. Williamte, has nothing to do with you."

Jenkins couldn't help but remind him.

"Of course it does matter. William wants to marry my daughter, and both my daughter and William are qualified to become kings. This is very important. I don't want my family to become a dowry, but I also want... ....”

"what do you want?"

Jenkins was surprised by the other person's thoughts and surprised that he directly stated his thoughts.

"Considering that I am going to give up my position to a young man, I have to consider all aspects. Instead of using Dolores as a marriage partner, marrying that Williamte, I think it may also be a good option. Substitute I gave Willamt a word and asked him to come see me some time, I needed to talk to him."

"Meet Jenkins..."

Jenkins hesitated and did not immediately identify himself. This was not necessary. He just nodded:

"No problem, but before Belduran's matter is over, he may not have time to travel long distances. And after Belduran's matter is over, regardless of whether he gets the crown or not, he will no longer have the value in your eyes."

"Yes I know."

Salsi II said lightly, turning to look at the beautiful scenery of the royal garden outside the window:

"You don't need to remind me about this, there will be a way."

Jenkins was completely confused about His Majesty the King's intentions, and after the meeting, he asked Alexia for advice. Alexia had a different idea. She believed that she had underestimated Dolores' father in the past, and that what he was planning was beyond anyone's imagination.

"But this is a good thing. Jenkins, Dolores and I will handle Rune's affairs. Now you just need to face Beldiran seriously."

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Jenkins. Dolores beside her subconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt.

"Do you know something else?"

"No, I don't know. I'm telling the truth this time."

She winked at Jenkins:

"As for the mysterious lock you mentioned, I will also help you find information, but I think this matter will ultimately be solved by the Orthodox Church. Pay attention to safety in Beldiland, and remember to think of us~"

The gentle smile on her face was enough to make Jenkins melt into it and sniff, before Jenkins said goodbye.

About half an hour later, he heard a big news from Mr. Jonson Gilbert in Belduran City. The joint meeting of the Twelve Churches ended when Jenkins went to Loen, and the meeting reached some very meaningful conclusions and plans:

"We have found a way to fight against the vampires in the Mystery Lock! As long as we have that, we can kill with one hit at close range!"

Mr. Gilbert was very excited. He had just learned this top-secret news. Currently, only the demigods of each church were qualified to know.

"any solution?"

Jenkins thought they wanted to call the gods, but the gods generally would not respond to the call for such a "little thing". After all, this matter had nothing to do with the power of the gods.

"B-05-4-3911 [Blood Suckers]! This is the only weapon that can completely wipe out the blood-sucking race! It is also the only dagger that has the effect of erasing individuals with [Blood Mosquito Curse]! This dagger was lost many years ago, but just by coincidence, at the same time as Beldiran's [Blood Mosquito Curse] and the Mystic Lock appeared, the demigod fortune-teller of the [Church of Fate and Balance], who regarded the dagger as a sacred object of the sect, actually found its whereabouts. This is definitely the arrangement of fate!"

Jenkins opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't expect that these two things would be connected together:

"The blood sucker is now..."

"In the treasury of the Stuart royal family. Now the church has contacted the royal family of the North Country, and there will be results soon. Oh, please pay attention, this matter must not be easily spread. We all know that there is a mysterious organization behind that blood sucker, and we must prevent them from knowing this."

"I won't tell."

Jenkins nodded, thinking of his strange attitude when he met Salsi II in the morning, and felt even more confused and confused for a while.

Today is Monday. Jenkins estimated that Hathaway and Britney would arrive in Beldiran today, but he didn't know which train the two girls took, so even if he wanted to give them a surprise, he couldn't do it.

At noon, he learned about the church's response to the [Blood Mosquito Curse] from Mr. Gilbert, and in the afternoon, he concentrated on preparing for Tuesday's report in his house.

When the sun set, the yawning cat woke up from his hand and said he wanted to eat something, so Jenkins put the speech manuscript aside.

"With you around, I will never go hungry."

His original intention was to satirize his cat, but Chocolate took it as a compliment, thinking that Jenkins was affirming its indispensability.

The ladies of Loen were going to attend an important diplomatic dinner tonight, so Jenkins had to solve the problem of eating by himself. Walking through the noisy city after get off work, he wanted to have dinner with his father and Robert, but he didn't expect that the family and his father were not there.

Thinking that it might be too late to take the carriage to the church for dinner, and the cat was already a little unhappy because he was going to miss the usual dinner time. So he found a restaurant that looked quite high-end opposite the bookstore on Owl Cross Street and sat down. After taking the menu handed over by the waiter, the cat squatting on his shoulder immediately squinted his eyes and stretched his head out, looking at him with interest.

"You can't read, what are you reading?"

Jenkins asked with a smile, touching Chocolate's head. Chocolate first cried comfortably, but then stretched out his paw and gave him a paw. Restaurants in this era would not print the appearance of dishes directly on the menu.

On the one hand, it was because there was no color photography technology, and on the other hand, the menu was updated very quickly. So although the cat's action of stretching its head to look at the menu was cute, it actually had no meaning.

"Dad mentioned B-10-04-3977 [Mirror of Good and Evil] early this morning. The three people with suspicious identities belonged to the Countess, a mysterious organization, and a thrift store... The mirror came from the thrift store and is now being recycled..."

He realized that he had overlooked something, and the knife in his hand slowly stopped cutting meat.

"Wouldn't it be Kamal's thrift store? The thrift store that maliciously spread weird things in Nolan..."

Chapter 1530 Chapter 1506 Meeting an acquaintance

Jenkins had long understood that there could be no coincidences around him. Thinking of Kamal's thrift store, his brows furrowed. He didn't know if this guess was correct, and if it was correct, why Kamal ran from Nolan to Beldiran.

"We still have to go to the church to ask clearly, at least warn the church of the possible dangers."

Having made up his mind, he wanted to finish the meal as soon as possible. He manipulated the knife to continue cutting the steak on the plate, but when he exerted force, the knife directly touched the plate and made a crisp sound.

Looking down, there was no steak on the plate, only some soup and the leaves used for decoration on the edge of the plate. Looking closely, there were still very clear cat teeth marks on the leaves.

"Chocolate~"

He turned to look at the cat squatting on his right side with a well-behaved look. The cat widened its eyes and looked at him with a very cute expression.

"Meow~"

It called out and gently rubbed Jenkins' hand with its head.

"There is still some soup on your face."

Jenkins pointed out that the cat subconsciously stretched out its front paws to touch its face, but it didn't touch anything. After licking its little paws, it realized that it was deceived by Jenkins.

"Meow~"

Chocolate called out again, but Jenkins still didn't understand what it meant.

After dinner, I took a carriage to the church. Most of the familiar people were not there. Except for the keeper elder, Mr. Wood Brohill, the main combat force of the church was near Paramount Manor.

Mr. Brohill didn't know about the second-hand store, after all, he was not in charge of it. So he asked his apprentice to lead Jenkins to the fifth combat team in charge of this matter to ask. This is a team directly under the Holy See, responsible for handling combat missions in the Beldiran Archdiocese. The only difference between them and the scribe team of the Nolan Diocese is that they can get higher salaries.

"That thrift store that tried to buy mirrors? Yes, we are still investigating. Unlike Countess Paramount, the mysterious organization and the thrift store are not clear targets that can be directly traced. The two arrested Every man has the means used by the benefactor to prevent leaks, which makes the job more difficult. But Saint William, you don't have to worry, the trouble is only temporary. The Central Diocese of Belduran has dealt with countless cases over the years. This is a more troublesome matter, and we will know the truth behind it in a week at most.”

Belduran is not only the seat of the Church of the Sages, but also the most important parish of the Church. The team of scribes here is larger in number and more experienced than in Nolan Diocese. Jenkins elaborated on what he learned about the Carmel Thrift Store in Nolan. The team leader listened carefully and said that he would remain cautious and would inform Jenkins at any time if there is any news.

This was a relief to Jenkins, but the situation was still not very optimistic. After all, the other party is hiding in the dark, and no one knows what kind of crazy things the thrift store will do.

After leaving the church, I planned to ask my dad to see if he knew about Hathaway and Briony's arrival at Belduran. Boredly, he looked out the window on the carriage. Out of caution, he kept his eyes of reality open, so he was able to see those unusual auras.

Suddenly I saw a benefactor stopping at the intersection, and the carriage passed him quickly. The middle-aged man standing at the intersection and Jenkins on the carriage looked at each other, neither of them aware of who the other was.

But Jenkins soon realized that what he had just seen was Mr. Hood. That face was Mr. Hood's face, and that aura was Mr. Hood's aura.

No matter from any angle, he is the real Mr. Hood. And now, Mr. Hood is actually in Beldiland.

Originally he wanted to go find his father, but now he wanted to meet Mr. Hood, at least to confirm his purpose of coming to Beldiland. Jenkins has not forgotten that Mr. Hood has always been obsessed with tobacco, so his coming to Belduran may have something to do with it.

So he left the carriage at the next intersection, put on a black robe in an inconspicuous alley, then looked at the aura representing Mr. Hood from a distance, and followed him.

Quite coincidentally, Mr. Hood actually entered the hotel where Dad and the Williamt family were temporarily staying. Jenkins hesitated for a while opposite the hotel. It wasn't until the gas lamps on the roadside flickered and lit up one after another amidst the popping sounds that he put the vanilla on his shoulders and stepped onto the steps of the hotel.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?"

After there was a knock on the door, Mr. Hood opened the door. Jenkins did not speak, but turned sideways to show the white cat that was blocked by the door. Mr. Hood nodded clearly, removed the anti-theft chain on the door, and motioned for Jenkins to come in.

"Mr. Candle, sometimes I really feel that you are everywhere. If it weren't for this beautiful white cat of yours, it would be impossible to have the same second one. I would even suspect that the identity of 'Mr. Candle' is a common identity of a group of people." ”

Mr. Hood was very happy to see Jenkins in Beldiran City. He smiled and invited Jenkins to sit down and talk, and Vanilla took great advantage of his compliments.

"I sometimes feel that you are everywhere, Mr. Hood, please forgive my presumptuous visit, but...why did you come to Beldiland? Is there any further progress in the tobacco matter? Oh, please don’t act alone, they are a group of murderous lunatics.”

Jenkins asked cautiously.

"No, no, I'm not doing it for tobacco, it's for my own business. You know, I'm actually a businessman. Recently, there were some problems with Beldilan's business, and I had to come and deal with it in advance. Tomorrow will be a day God, I have to deal with unions, managers, and various government departments. This is the life of ordinary people. I guarantee you that the purpose of my coming to Beldilan has nothing to do with the Giver."

After saying this, he curiously asked Jenkins:

"Then you're here at Belduran for..."

"For the throne."

Jenkins told the truth:

"You also know the current situation in the country. Now that the throne has changed, someone invited me to come to Beldilan to handle some matters. I am not in a position to disclose the specific details."

He said this, and Mr. Hood immediately showed a clear expression. Everyone in the party knew that "Mr. Candle" was a believer in lies, so he probably misunderstood that someone hired Jenkins to participate in the conspiracy related to the throne.

Chapter 1531 Chapter 1507 The Drunken Hood

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is something worth celebrating for anyone. After learning that Jenkins had nothing to do tonight, Mr. Hood, who also had nothing to do, invited Jenkins to the bar for a drink.

Jenkins has never touched wine. At most, he only tries wine. But since Mr. Hood took the initiative to invite me, it was okay to sit at the bar. Anyway, there was no legal requirement to drink in the bar.

Mr. Hood's business is very large, and he comes to Beldilan City at a fixed time every year to handle matters, so he is very familiar with the bars near the hotel.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening, and the bar is busy. The two sat down in front of the counter, ordered drinks respectively, and then began to continue the conversation.

"Speaking of which, I haven't heard about those special tobaccos for a long time. Mr. Candle, do you know the latest situation?"

"The Orthodox Church learned through special channels that the extraordinary nature of those tobaccos can not only subtly affect the soul, but also affect the user's dreams."

This is the information Jenkins got from the false god [Hovering Mist], and he later found an opportunity to report it.

"The church is using this as a breakthrough to conduct research. The most preliminary findings show that the dreams of all people who have smoked tobacco have a certain degree of synchronization."

"Sorry, what does this mean?"

Mr. Hood was very interested in this.

"This means that those tobaccos allow people in different positions in the material world to have a probability of meeting in dreams."

"But what's the use of it? It can't be that those people want to develop a new set of cross-regional communication methods for people, right?"

"The specific purpose is still under study, but the involvement of dreams means the involvement of mental power. Coupled with the mental distortion caused by the mutation of the soul, this huge distorted mental power can actually do a lot of things."

Jenkins explained, but he didn't really understand it.

"It sounds terrible."

"What's even more terrible is that, except for a few B-class supernatural beings and C-class gifts, there is almost no way to eliminate the impact of tobacco on people. The church has not made public the number of people who have been exposed to tobacco, but it is known that this will be an astronomical number."

After saying this, Jenkins pushed away the claws of his cat that tried to touch the cup, then raised the cup and clinked it with Mr. Hood, and drank the wine-red drink inside.

"The material world is really going to start to get chaotic. I heard that it's not just Nolan, the frequency of strange creatures appearing in many places is increasing. Since the beginning of this year, events that can be called large-scale disasters have appeared more frequently. Speaking of which, the only event that has been completely resolved is the Snowman Legion in the Far North."

Mr. Hood looked very sad, staring at the wine shining in his glass in a daze.