The Master of the Strange Realm

This sentence caused the voices in the audience to pause suddenly, and everyone looked up at Her Majesty the Queen who was speaking:

"Yes, I have driven that foreigner away."

She squinted her eyes and said with a smile. The wrinkles on her face were particularly highlighted by this action, and she showed no mercy to her relatives:

"Now is a special year of war, and a stable transition of the throne is more important than in peaceful times. Therefore, I can now announce that the person who will inherit my throne must be an outstanding young man from the Kingdom of Fidicli. "

She doesn't even use gender pronouns, which is a very important signal.

"I will select a suitable successor in the near future and announce it to all the citizens. Oh, I know everyone is very interested in this, but please be polite and don't spread those ridiculous and false news at will."

Jenkins saw Marquis Michael and Count Hesha whispering. Although the words just sounded good to the four men of the Williamt family, Her Majesty the Queen always used a covert approach to talk about it. If someone is found, A woman inherits the throne and then makes the men of the Williamite family princes, which also ensures the inheritance of the Middleton family's bloodline.

The old man who was speaking was, after all, one of the longest-reigning kings in recorded history. She would never let anyone guess her final thoughts before actually announcing them.

"Now please continue with the banquet. It is already late at night. I hope you will enjoy tonight's reception."

This meant the end of her speech, and then she looked at the four people in the Williams family:

"Is anyone interested in taking a photo? I noticed that someone brought a camera. Take a photo for us. It will be very commemorative."

The subsequent photo taken of the four men of the Willamette family and Queen Isabella will surely make the front page of tomorrow's newspapers. This may even be printed in history books in the future and be known to future generations as an important historical event of an era.

But no matter what, at least at this point in time, no one knows whose head the crown will fall on. This is a special year and a special era. The succession to the throne of the Kingdom of Fidicli is now not just a matter of one country, it is very likely to affect the course of the world in the next hundred years.

After the ceremony, the banquet continued as usual. Jenkins signaled to his female companions and told them that he still had something to do, and then silently followed his father and brothers to a secluded corner of the courtyard.

No one has come to disturb them yet, but someone will come to talk soon, and Robert hopes to make something clear to his sons before that.

"When did you find out?"

Robert seriously asked Jenkins, the son who looked most like him:

"After arriving at Beldiran not long ago, some signs are too obvious."

Jenkins said, Robert nodded, sighed and felt a little sad:

"I found out last year. Bishop Parrod told me. It is said that the church plans to focus on cultivating you, so it is doing a routine background check. To be honest, I really didn't expect..."

He didn't explain to his sons why he didn't tell them right away, and none of the Jenkins brothers wanted to ask.

Jenkins looked at his brothers. Newman and John had not said a word from the beginning until now. He was actually curious about their attitudes.

"I spoke to His Majesty."

The head of the family continued, standing with the children in the shadow under the grape trellis and looking at the colorful lights in the courtyard in the distance:

"This time our whole family came to Belduran because of this matter. I originally didn't want our family to get involved in this matter. Although I don't have a college degree like Newman's, I also know that rashly getting involved with the throne will definitely endanger my family." It won't end well."

People in the distance pretended not to be interested in the conversation of the four men here, but even the youngest John Willamt could easily detect those vague sights.

"But then I changed my mind."

Robert patted John on the shoulder and told him to stop looking around and concentrate on what he was saying. The latter muttered softly, as if he wanted to say that his father was too strong:

"If a person in our family deserves to be a king, which is a strange thing to say, then he should have this opportunity. You are not young anymore, and you should make your own decisions about some things. I am not the kind of person who is very strict. Harsh parents.”

When he said this, he kept looking at Jenkins. Jenkins pursed his lips and said nothing. He knew what Robert meant.

"Father......"

The eldest son, Newman Willamt, wanted to speak, but Robert gave him no chance:

"Each of us must know our own abilities and position. I have not discussed this matter with your mother. She still thinks that a few of us are really going to visit my friends. The newspaper early tomorrow morning will definitely make people aware of it. She was shocked. Newman, John, I know this is unfair..."

This middle-aged man, who has always claimed to treat every son equally, observed the expressions of his eldest son and his youngest son in turn. Jenkins wanted to say something, but thought it was best for him not to say anything:

"I know you three, for the sake of this family, and for your safety. This opportunity... is reserved for Jenkins."

Jenkins turned to look at the courtyard of Cold Spring Palace. If he was the original owner of this body and grew up with his father and two brothers, he must have mixed feelings in his heart now. But because he wasn't, his thoughts became even more confusing.

"I know you will think this is unfair, but I also don't want our family to be destroyed because of unnecessary greed. This opportunity is left to Jenkins, and only he, no matter what he does, at the end of this matter , will not let Williamt suffer a disaster."

Robert was referring to the relationship between Jenkins and the Sage Church, which could protect the whole family at the same time, so there was no need to worry even if the royal family was offended.

Neither Newman nor John spoke. They looked at Jenkins with complicated expressions. Jenkins pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.

Robert stretched out his hand to Jenkins, who pulled out two-thirds of the World Tree seeds from his collar and put it into his hand:

"To my family, the throne is still just the moon in the water, so I don't want you to be hostile and hateful to each other for something that you don't know yet whether it exists, just like in the court novels. This one in my hand is left by my ancestors. The things are tokens that prove the relationship between our family and the Middleton family. One-third of them originally belonged to me, and one-third was recovered by Jenkins. Now..."

He put the dark-looking thing in front of Newman:

"Do you want it, Newman?"

The eldest brother of the three brothers lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. For so long that Jenkins thought the cat on his shoulder would yawn impatiently, he sighed and shook his head slightly. He looked up at his father, who had a serious face, and then looked at Jenkins, who had an expression that didn't know what to do:

"This is something you can only see in books. I never thought it would happen to our family. My father was right..."

His voice was a little hoarse, but still very powerful:

"Sometimes we have to face reality, and of course I wanted it, but I wasn't cut out for it."

Then he smiled with relief. Although the words he just said did not touch the priesthood of lies, the smile at the end was a bit wistful.

Chapter 1591 Chapter 1566 Three Brothers (Part 2)

"What about you, John?"

The eldest brother among the three brothers had already expressed his attitude, so Robert asked his younger son.

John raised his head and looked at Jenkins, who was a head taller than him. He thought about his simple school social circle, knowledge and experience, and also thought about the stories and "legends" about his second brother that were rumored among his friends, so he also shook his head.

Compared to the adult Newman, the still-ungrown Willemte's thoughts are simpler:

"If I were older, if I had graduated from school, I think I would definitely say that my father was very partial."

The youngest son said this to his father, shaking his head to express his attitude.

Robert finally handed the two-thirds of the World Tree seeds back to Jenkins:

"I talked to Pope St. Ponteff, and he talked about your attitude. Jenkins, no matter what you do, as long as it is not evil, your mother and I will support it."

Jenkins clutched the things in his hands, still not knowing what to say.

"You grew up around us. Although you have changed a lot recently for some unknown reason, we all know that you have always been a kind-hearted person. Maybe you hate responsibility, maybe you desire power, but as long as you don't forget that your mother and I grew up If I teach you, you will always be you.”

"I understand, Father."

Jenkins said, not expecting this conversation to be the most uncomfortable of the night.

"As for this, I'm not sure if it's a treasure of our family. I asked Her Majesty the Queen yesterday and she didn't recognize it."

As he spoke, Jenkins lowered his head and tied two-thirds of the World Tree seeds to his neck, without looking into the eyes of the two brothers.

"This is a treasure of our family. It can't be wrong. Since half a year ago, my childhood memories have become clearer for some reason. Recently, I remembered that your grandfather once talked about this with me when I was young. This The thing should belong to the boy from the Williamt family who was named 'Redan Putt'. This is your great-grandfather's request for the three brothers. Now it seems that only our family has done this."

Miss Capet was female, and her middle name was Mariana, the name of the nun who found her as an infant at the church door.

Robert patted his son on the shoulder:

"I still don't know why your great-grandfather insisted on giving this unusual word to future generations of boys, but I guess there must be a reason. Remember Jenkins, no matter what you become, as long as you are kind, you will You and I will always be proud of you."

"......I see."

"As long as you understand, you have grown up and have your own career. I can't give you any more advice. Now I want to take your brothers to meet with His Majesty. They are also our relatives after all. I hope you don’t leave early. I noticed that you came to the banquet with your female companions. I want to see them later.”

Robert said, then took his two sons and left under the leadership of the attendants.

"You look a little unhappy? Viscount William, there shouldn't be anyone here who is luckier than you."

Back to the ladies, Brienne, who was unaware of the conversation just now, asked curiously.

"I just had a talk with my father. I'm just a little... pretentious."

It is difficult to find a common language expression corresponding to this Chinese word, but it seems that Britney understood what he meant:

"So should we call you 'Prince Jenkins' now?"

She asked deliberately, and the girls who heard her words laughed.

Jenkins did not ask her and Hathaway whether they knew about this in advance. This was a meaningless question. He stood there explaining his involvement with the Middleton family, just pretending that they knew nothing.

As he spoke, Jenkins noticed that Hathaway and Britney's expressions suddenly became serious, and then heard Miss Windsor shouting behind him as if to remind him:

"Marquis Michael, Earl Hesha, good evening."

"Miss Windsor, good evening. We just talked to the Duke, and he seems to be getting better."

Marquis Michael responded to Miss Windsor in a very formal way, and then looked at Jenkins:

"Viscount William, can I talk to you alone?"

Jenkins hesitated and nodded, then followed the two middle-aged men to the other corner of the courtyard.

Just as Jenkins thought, these two people also knew about the Williamite family in advance. The following conversation did not jump out of Jenkins's expectations. Marquis Michael and Count Hesha made it clear that they wanted to support Jenkins.

If it were anyone else, this would certainly be very abrupt. But these two people can be called Jenkins' "father-in-law". Jenkins' special relationship with Hathaway and Britney did not deliberately hide anyone, so Jenkins understood their behavior and preparation.

Last year, Alexia got some private letters from Beldilan nobles and officials from the illegal organization "Witch House". These letters were all handed over to Jenkins when the short lady left Nolan. Later, Jenkins used these letters to "threaten" Count Hesha in an attempt to get some information from him.

Later, for various reasons and because of the changes in his relationship with Hathaway, Jenkins never contacted Count Hesha alone again, but those private letters were still useful. Especially in the current war period, those letters that pointed out the relationship with Cheslan were critical information that was fatal.

Marquis Michael and Count Hesha stated that they wanted to support Jenkins to become the next king of this country, and they also hoped that Jenkins could take out those letters, which would bring a lot of convenience to his claiming the throne.

Jenkins had guessed that this would happen when he guessed that Hathaway and Britney knew about the Williamite family, so he was prepared:

"Thank you for your support... However, there are other things about those letters. You can talk to Princess Dolores Stuart. I don't understand politics, not at all, so I entrusted someone I trust to help me deal with some things."

He really doesn't understand politics.

"Stuart?"

The Earl and the Marquis had heard about Jenkins and the Princess of the North. In fact, during his stay in Loen, this gossip once became the most cutting-edge topic of conversation.

"Yes, it's Stuart. Oh, there's one more thing. I don't know if you've heard the news. A delegation from the North will visit Beldiran in the near future."

Marquis Michael and Count Hesha looked at each other. They did hear about it, but they didn't know that there would be members of the royal family among them.

Chapter 1592 Chapter 1567 Messenger Interview

"Regarding the Hampavo delegation, I can't say too much. You will understand soon. Also, regarding the throne... I know you two talked to your daughter about something."

Jenkins glanced at the girls in the distance under the shade of the tree. Although Hathaway had her back to him, Jenkins saw the diamond earrings she was wearing. That was a gift from him. I think the red-haired girl heard everything.

"Please don't put pressure on them. Whatever I become, it won't affect the relationship between me and them. In addition, although it's very rude, you need to understand that what I hate most is being manipulated."

The cat on the shoulder "meowed" to support Jenkins.

"So, please don't play any tricks. Even if I can't become the king of this country, the church will still be my backer."

Marquis Michael smiled and said nothing. Earl Hesha, who looked like a soldier, said:

"William, you don't have to worry about this. You can regard this as a very important political investment. We have not yet thought of manipulating this country. Besides, there are more people eyeing you than just us. You just need to understand that we are more trustworthy than others."

"Is Miss Windsor not trustworthy too?"

"If we just want to make political investments and gain some advantages in the next generation, guess what the Duke of Windsor wants to do?"

Earl Hesha asked, and Jenkins understood what he meant.

"I usually don't slander others behind their backs, but the Duke of Windsor cannot be trusted. You are very smart, William, you must know why the daughter of the Windsor family approaches you. You said you don't like being manipulated by others, so you should be more wary of those with the last name of Windsor."

The Earl said, Jenkins nodded and looked back at Miss Windsor:

"I understand all these things, and about the matter of 'cooperation'... I am naturally willing to accept it."

Although he has not made up his mind yet, the development of things step by step has forced him to make preparations. In fact, he himself has a bias, because what Alexia said is so right:

"Happy cooperation~"

Calling the servant who passed by with a tray, Jenkins took a glass of wine.

"Happy cooperation~"

Marquis Michael and Count Hesha also raised their glasses and said in unison.

The three glasses collided in the hazy moonlight, and the three people got their own satisfactory results.

"Meow~"