The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 1576 Chapter 1551 Cold Spring Palace Dinner

Late last fall, after receiving the Rhett Award and knighthood, Jenkins visited Cold Spring Palace. Miss Windsor also appeared at the table that time, but this time it was just the old Queen and Jenkins.

She looked frail, and she was frail. The skin on his face drooped as if it was about to break away from his skull. Although he did not need the help of servants when he walked, he paused after taking a few steps, which was very worrying.

People like to call her Your Majesty, and official documents call her "Queen Isabella." She reigned for more than 50 years, making her the longest reigning king after the collapse and division of the ancient Hikali Empire.

She sat at one end of the long white cloth-covered table, Jenkins on her left. The old man seemed very happy to have Jenkins come. He started by asking him how his trip back from Loon was going well, and then talked to him about the recent weather and the accident that he and his friends had encountered at the city hall in the afternoon.

It wasn't until half an hour that the two of them got down to business. The old man wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin slowly but still gracefully, and put down the knife and fork in his hand. Jenkins realized that they were finally going to get down to business, so he also put down the cup in his hand:

"I met your father the day before yesterday, no, not here, but outside Cold Spring Palace. He is a very interesting man, he talks very witty, and he sees things very clearly. We didn't talk about many things, but we also talked about them. Things about your family. Jenkins, I think you should already know that your great-grandfather was an illegitimate son of the royal family.

We won’t go into details here about what wonderful love stories that generation had. Let them let bygones be bygones. But I think I should thank my predecessors, otherwise I wouldn’t have so many options now. "

She spoke very slowly, and Jenkins listened very carefully. Although he knew all these things, really hearing it from Queen Isabella still made Jenkins sigh at the uncertainty of fate.

"I personally am very unwilling to let the foreigner from Chesland take over the crown from my hands. Even if there is no current war, I am still unwilling. That southerner is not qualified. As for other heirs, and the royal family The blood relationship is too far. If you give the crown to them, it will be equivalent to letting the glorious Middleton family completely die in my hands, so I am very happy that your family can appear. This gives me another option. Please allow me to call you this, do you know why I first invited you to Cold Spring Palace?”

she asked.

"Because we've met once before, so we're more familiar?"

Jenkins intentionally gave a wrong answer.

"No, that's because in the eyes of others, you are the most suitable person. There is more than one person watching our conversation, and as a start to this farce, I want to let people know that I will not make an order. Everyone was surprised."

The old man chuckled kindly:

"They are all worried that I, an old fool, will lose my mind and hand the crown to little Windsor. That is an outstanding girl, very outstanding, with good talent, talent and family background, but it is a pity..."

Jenkins couldn't answer this sentence, so he looked at her and said nothing.

"It's a bit far to say this. Jenkins, although the factional conflicts in the country are not acute, the crown on my head cannot be given easily. I still need to deal with some things to convince everyone that I have chosen Heir, this is a little more troublesome than expected, but everything is under control.

In inviting you here today, I actually have some selfish motives. Jenkins, I'd love to know what you think of the king's position? "

"Responsibilities and obligations."

"Don't you see the rights?"

"Oh yes, and rights."

he added.

Her Majesty the Queen nodded slightly:

"Don't put any pressure on young people. I am very optimistic about you. You are a person who can do great things. Jenkins, I hope you can be prepared. Now I can't give you a specific promise, but you are more likely than others." All are big.”

She wanted to pat Jenkins on the shoulder, but the movement of reaching out made her cough. Jenkins stood up on his own initiative and quickly stood up to help her pat her back. The old man motioned for Jenkins to sit down:

"Don't look at me now, I can actually last for a long time. Yes, there is another thing. You should have been promoted to Viscount a long time ago, but too many things have happened this year, and we always I can't find much free time. Do you have time tomorrow? I will hold a banquet at Cold Spring Palace. There is a banquet. For the victory of the Battle of Broken Islands, I want to award medals to the young people in the navy. I know young people. Everyone likes banquets. I want to grant you the title of Viscount at the banquet to solve the two problems together. Oh, I think you may need a small piece of land, so that you can have an additional prefix in front of the title."

"I'm free tomorrow."

Jenkins replied, then asked:

"Will my family be at the party tomorrow?"

"Yes, since you are being knighted and your family members happen to be in Belduran, of course you have to invite them. Of course, more people will attend the banquet. You are very smart, can you understand what I mean?"

Jenkins understood that this would be the first time the Williamt family appeared in a formal social occasion, which meant the official start of the king's election.

"I will be well prepared."

"You can bring your friends with you, because tomorrow's banquet will be to celebrate the complete victory of the Battle of the Broken Islands, so Marquis Michael and Count Hesha will attend."

Jenkins frowned when he heard this. He thought that these two men were recuperating in Nolan and were ready to go to the front line again at any time.

"I see."

He kept an attitude of speaking few words, and seeing Jenkins' caution, the old man didn't say anything more, and the conversation that took place during the dinner came to an end.

Afterwards, Jenkins took out the two-thirds of the World Tree seeds. He originally thought that this was the king who had an illegitimate child a hundred years ago, leaving it to the illegitimate child to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan. But Her Majesty the Queen did not recognize what it was, and even though Jenkins explained that it was an heirloom left by her ancestors, she did not recognize that it had once belonged to the Middleton family.

Jenkins was disappointed with this. He originally wanted to learn more about the secrets of elves based on this thing.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when we left Cold Spring Palace. After dinner, Jenkins was invited to visit the back garden of Cold Spring Palace and listen to Her Majesty the Queen telling the stories of past kings and this palace. This delayed some time, because it was already a little late, so the old man originally wanted the carriage to take Jenkins back. He also specifically asked whether Jenkins was living in his own house or in a church.

There was a lot going on tonight and Jenkins wanted to be alone to calm down. So he declined the carriage farewell, felt the warmer night breeze at the end of spring, and walked with his cat on the empty streets of Beldiland.

He thought about many things and his future. The matter of the throne has reached the final moment. If you haven't made up your mind at this time, it will cause a lot of trouble. Jenkins asked himself in his heart whether he desired the crown, and then immediately got the answer that he didn't.

But he asked himself if he deserved the crown. Reason told Jenkins that he should get the crown, and then use it to quell the war between the three kingdoms and prepare for the final moment to come.

"It's such a headache."

He covered his forehead and said, standing under the streetlight at the intersection, watching the carriage approaching in the distance passing by in a hurry. Tonight’s dinner was probably only about the chocolate on the shoulder. I don’t know where I learned about this cat’s recipe. The cooks at Cold Spring Palace provided a lot of chocolate’s favorite foods, so it was rare for the cat not to say anything when Jenkins was talking to others. Try to use any means to attract Jenkins' attention.

"It seems that I forgot to ask about envoy Cheslan just now. It's really bad."

He muttered quietly, standing at the intersection thinking about where to go next. He stayed in the church last night due to "injury", but today he has received permission to go out, so now he can return to his house, go to the church, or even go to the girls' accommodation if he is not worried about being seen. Rosalia Inn.

The three roads under the streetlight lead to different directions. It is obviously just a very ordinary choice, but Jenkins feels that if he makes the wrong choice, there will be big problems.

"Where do you want to stay tonight?"

He asked softly the cat on his shoulder. The cat did not answer Jenkins. It squinted its eyes and seemed to be still recalling the sumptuous dinner just now.

"So......"

He finally chose to return to his house. Now his identity is very sensitive. In order not to cause unexpected trouble, it is best not to stay in the church during this period, otherwise others will think that he is expressing his position. Before leaving tonight, I just handed Dad a note and did not go to the church to tell him about the dinner. This was also due to this consideration.

The night fog shrouding the city is not caused by polluted gases, but a weather phenomenon formed by tiny water droplets or ice crystals suspended in the air near the ground at night. This is a unique scenery in late spring and early summer, which just makes it a little troublesome for people traveling at night.

Before walking very far, I heard the sound of a carriage approaching behind me crossing the stone road and the sound of a horse bell. This sound blended harmoniously into the quiet night. I wanted to dodge sideways, but the carriage stopped beside Jenkins. He turned to look at the car window, and as expected saw Miss Windsor's face.

Needless to say, we knew that this was definitely not an accidental encounter. Jenkins met her just after leaving Cold Spring Palace. It seems that Miss Windsor was also paying close attention there.

Chapter 1577 Chapter 1552 Interception at Night

"Jenkins, where are you going so late? Do you need me to take you off?"

Miss Windsor stuck her head out of the window and asked. The light in the carriage made her shadow almost cover Jenkins, which also gave the girl a hazy sense of beauty.

"Oh, thank you for the invitation. I originally wanted to walk by myself and enjoy the night view of Belduran, but now it's foggy. That's fine, but are you guys on your way? I want to go back to my house in the city now."

he asked.

"No matter where you go, I'm on my way, come up."

After saying that, he asked the coachman to help open the door of the carriage. Jenkins nodded and entered the carriage with the cat.

Miss Windsor was wearing a hunting suit. The outermost mud-yellow coat was only buttoned in the middle, revealing the gray sweater underneath. Wearing slim-fitting trousers and black strappy high boots, her legs look very long even when she is sitting. This is a rare look for women. Girls in this era still mainly wear skirts, and they don’t know what she was doing just now.

Some people think that clothing such as hunting clothes can only be worn by men, and women cannot wear the characteristics of this type of clothing. But in Jenkins' opinion, a dashing beauty like Miss Windsor looks even more beautiful in a hunting suit. She looked particularly charming under the warm yellow gas lamp. After sitting down, Jenkins smiled at her, then lowered his head and put the cat on his lap.

The custom of the conversation was to start with pleasantries for a while. While speaking, Miss Windsor leaned against the carriage, holding her chin and looking out the window, which made her look a little melancholy.

"I just came out of Cold Spring Palace. The dinner tonight is very sumptuous."

It was Jenkins who initiated the conversation.

"Does your Majesty look well?"

"Fortunately, he was very lively when he talked to me. After dinner, he took me to visit the back garden. Miss Windsor, haven't you visited His Majesty recently?"

"No, I have been busy with my own things in the past half month."

"Maybe you can go to the banquet tomorrow. In order to celebrate the complete victory of the Battle of the Broken Islands, His Majesty is going to banquet the navy generals and some nobles and officials. I think you should have got the news. This should be the most lively event this month. Let’s have a party, after all, from the impression I got when I came to Beldiland, this city doesn’t seem to be peaceful.”

"Jenkins, may I understand that you are inviting me to be your female companion."

This sentence was very abrupt, and Jenkins didn't know how she came to this conclusion, but the woman who moved her gaze from the window to Jenkins had eyes full of thoughts that Jenkins couldn't see through.

"I mean......"

He wanted to deny it so as not to cause more troubles in his love life, but Miss Windsor directly stretched out a finger and put it in front of Jenkins' mouth. This action was very out of the ordinary:

"Don't reject me, okay?"

The cat on his lap lay lazily, squinting one eye and looking at the woman with the other.

She looked particularly sad, showing such weakness for the first time in front of Jenkins. Jenkins looked at her, thinking of countless possibilities:

"I have my own female companion, and more than one."

He said calmly, his tone no longer polite.

"You think I'm taking advantage of you?"

The woman retracted her hand tiredly and leaned against the carriage again:

"Jenkins, I..."

Jenkins stretched out his hand to cover Miss Windsor's mouth, and pulled the woman down to him regardless of her struggle, then squinted his eyes and looked forward. Although it was a carriage board, he could see through this barrier and see the light spot outside representing the Giver:

"Damn it, who came to intercept me so late?"

He thought to himself, and at the same time motioned to the struggling woman to stop moving. At the same time, the carriage slowly slowed down, and the driver obviously noticed a person standing in front of the road.

"Who are you? Sir, please don't stand in the middle of the road."

The two people in the carriage heard the coachman speaking in a dull voice.

"You don't need to know who I am, I'm going to take away the people in the carriage now."

The two people in the carriage listened intently and remained silent, so they could clearly hear the conversation outside. Jenkins released the hand covering Miss Windsor's mouth, and then reached for the gun at his waist. At the same time, he also saw the knight's sword in the carriage. It was placed in almost the same position when he last met Miss Windsor. It seemed that Miss Windsor liked this weapon very much.

"Miss will not go with a stranger."

said the coachman, as Jenkins' ears caught the faint sound of footsteps coming from behind the carriage. Judging from the characteristics of the footsteps, they should be ordinary people, so Jenkins guessed that they were Miss Windsor's guards hiding in the dark.

As for Jenkins himself, there was no escort. The church knew that he hated being followed.

"That's not up to you."

The stranger who blocked the road mocked, and then gunfire rang out around the carriage. But within half a minute, the sporadic gunshots disappeared, and the two people in the carriage were silent. Both Jenkins and Cat knew that a group of well-trained ordinary people, even if they were armed with enough firearms, would never be able to defeat a capable person. A level 4 benefactor with sufficient defense.

He raised his hand to signal Miss Windsor not to speak, changed the hand holding the gun to his left hand, then pulled out the sword in the carriage, held it in his right hand, and bent down to get out of the carriage.

In the silent night, there was no sound. Under the moonlight and yellowish street lights, dozens of corpses were scattered on the empty streets. The shadow of the man standing under the gas street lamp swayed like a ghost. The weather was already very hot, and some mosquitoes gathered and flew under the lamp, making the originally dim light seem to flicker continuously.

It was a round-faced man wearing a gray peaked cap, holding a cane with a gold ornament on the tip in his left hand, and holding a shiny black pistol with smoke still coming from the muzzle in his right hand. Seeing Jenkins appear, he grinned at him, turned the muzzle of the gun, put it to his mouth and blew:

"I didn't expect that there was a man in Miss Windsor's private carriage. This is really big news. Jessica Windsor, why don't you come out?"

"It turns out you weren't here to find me."

Jenkins thought to himself, and at the same time heard a voice behind him, and Miss Windsor also got out of the carriage.

"Who are you?"

Her tone was still steady, she was a strong woman.

"I said, it doesn't matter who I am. Now please come with me, otherwise I don't mind leaving with your body."

Bang~

There was a gunshot behind her, and Miss Windsor raised her hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet passed by Jenkins' side and hit the man's left chest very accurately. But there was no scene of a blood flower exploding on the chest. The bullet only caused a few sparks and fell to the ground.

Chapter 1578 Chapter 1553 A crushing counterattack

The bullet that fell on the stone road did not make a loud sound, but it had already broken the quiet night. Jenkins saw that the bullet had deflated, and the strong impact made it deformed.

"Let me make it clear first that I don't put a steel plate on my chest, so I think you should know that I am a gifter."

The man facing the bullet said to Miss Windsor, and then Jenkins felt the woman behind him put her hand on his shoulder.

"Of course, I also know that great nobles like you always carry some strange things to prevent being murdered by extraordinary powers. But unfortunately, I will not use spells on you, because I am not good at this. I am good at strength, so keep the talisman in your pocket, it is useless."

Jenkins felt the hand on his shoulder trembling. Miss Windsor's background had been discovered by the other party, and the other party was prepared.

"I will go with you, don't hurt this person."

After a little hesitation, the woman's voice did not tremble, but became more steady. She was hiding her inner feelings.

"This won't work. I don't need witnesses."