The Master of the Strange Realm

"So it seems like Roen's affair is about to begin?"

Jenkins chuckled:

"It's finally about to start. If it doesn't start, I won't be able to wait any longer."

"Ruen's matter is almost a foregone conclusion, and there is nothing to look forward to."

Dolores said, boldly reaching out her hand to help Jenkins straighten his collar. Jenkins wanted to stop him, but after a moment of hesitation, the maid on the side suppressed his hand.

"Now we can return to Loen at any time. Once there is a riot in the city, I will be the most prestigious royal member in the country. No matter what kind of backup my father leaves behind, there is no way he can reach Loen before me, let alone my brother and Sisters...the troops supporting me have also moved out. One-third of the defenders outside Loen City are my people. How could I lose? Besides, there is the ice and snow castle outside the city. This is our trump card.”

Julia on the side showed a faint smile. After waiting for so long, her most beloved princess was finally going to touch the crown.

"But relying on this method to obtain the throne is always morally wrong."

Jenkins reminded.

"So I need the Twelve Orthodox Church to endorse me. My father will definitely participate in the most important meeting at the end of the era. When the time comes, I need the church to support me."

Dolores also understood what Jenkins meant.

"It's up to me to do this, and I will enlist the support of the church."

Jenkins nodded.

"Then there will be the matter of Fidictry. Miss Windsor and your two 'father-in-laws' have already reached preliminary agreement with us. Next, it depends on what the queen wants. The matter of Fidictry is actually more complicated than Hampavo's. It should be simple, after all, from the beginning, you are on the side of rules and morality.”

When it comes to business, Dolores no longer looks like the sixteen-year-old girl who fell in love. At this moment, she was high-spirited and calm. Jenkins smiled, he liked this girl.

PS: 3K again.

Chapter 1670 Chapter 1643 Pier Assassin

In the carriage near the dock, the conversation continued. Although he admired Her Highness the Princess’s confidence, Jenkins still reminded:

"Don't say it so easily, and be more cautious. But if it succeeds, two-thirds of the human world will be..."

He also knew that changes would always come faster than planned, but everything was coming to an end and all arrangements had been put on the agenda. Whether it was his preparation or his opponent's plan, they were almost at the last step. There is not much time left in the eighteenth century.

In fact, Chesland's visiting fleet arrived at the Nolan coast last night, but it is impossible for the king of Chesland to go ashore in the dark night. He is here for an official visit, not for espionage diplomacy. Therefore, The visiting group was forced to spend another night on the boat.

Although the two countries are still in a state of war, the Kingdom of Fidictry has given enough respect to the other party. The welcome ceremony was more grand than that of the Northern Kingdom delegation in Beldiland.

As a member of the royal family, Jenkins stood at the front with Her Majesty the Queen and watched the fleet dock. His two brothers have rarely appeared in public recently, which also gave the outside world information that Newman and John William are not interested in the throne.

"I heard that last night, you took the girls from Hesha's family and Mihai'er's family to your home?"

Looking at the giant steam cruise ship heading towards the shore, Queen Isabella smiled and asked Jenkins, she was very well informed. Not far away in front of everyone is the real dock. Nolan Harbor is a famous deep-water port on the west coast of the mainland, where giant ships can dock.

"Yeah, I guess I should take responsibility."

Jenkins didn't shy away from talking about it, even though there were many people behind them.

"I heard that you are also familiar with the Stuart girl."

Queen Isabella asked again, with a kind tone like an elder who cares about the younger generation.

"Yes, that's right...Dolores and I know each other very well, we are very good friends."

"You can't do this. Although young people like this, no one has ever exposed their relationship. If nothing else, I think Earl Hesha and Marquis Michael will be unhappy, right? The daughter of a noble family has not yet When you get married, you live in someone else’s house.”

She said in an admonishing tone.

"I'll explain it myself."

"So, Jenkins, you and the Marquis are on good terms?"

This is a very critical question. Jenkins smiled:

"He is a very majestic man. I have only met him once or twice. But I think as long as my words are sincere, the Marquis will not embarrass me."

"oh?"

The old man questioned in a questioning tone, but Jenkins did not explain. After all, he was a king who had been in power for more than fifty years. She didn't ask any questions after seeing this. This little temptation was over.

More and more citizens came to watch the ceremony, and the invited nobles also arrived one after another. Not everyone can stand in front of the cordon on this occasion. As far as the invitation list that Jenkins knows, the people who can stand with Queen Isabella are all the great nobles of Fidictelli.

Miss Windsor, one of the heirs to the throne, was behind him, and Marquis Michael was a little further away. The two looked at each other, and the Marquis nodded to him as a greeting, without showing too much emotion.

It didn't take long for the huge cruise ship to dock. The ladder was lowered from the deck and connected to the red carpet on the pier. The band immediately started playing and the crowd started cheering. From Jenkins' point of view, the figures on the deck could already be seen.

He straightened his tie, and then calmed the cat that was looking around on his shoulder. What he was thinking about was that after the welcome ceremony, he would go to the church to ask about the news about the other girls last night.

The salute went off, and colorful pieces of paper fell above everyone's heads. The white dove symbolizing peace flew out of the cage, and a lively atmosphere suddenly filled the entire dock area. Whether it was the citizens watching the ceremony, the police maintaining order, or the people on and off the boat, they all felt that this would be a successful event. ceremony.

Jenkins raised his head at the moment, worried that the blind pigeons would urinate everywhere during the flight, so he used the ability of "empathy" to tell them not to do such impolite things above his head. The pigeons were also very polite and respected Jenkins very much. They greeted Jenkins while flying away.

One clever pigeon even told Jenkins that someone was holding a pistol at the ready not far from him, and told him to be careful.

Holding his breath and concentrating, even though his senses did not capture any information related to the gunman, his sixth sense, which was so sensitive that it exceeded the limits of ordinary people, still allowed him to easily sense the gunman's location.

Without using the cat on his shoulder to remind him, he suddenly tilted his head to the side, and the flying bullet almost grazed the side of Jenkins' face. The sound of the gunfire was covered by the salute and people's cheers, and there was no one on the bullet's flight path except Jenkins. So after Jenkins dodged the bullet, no one realized what happened.

Calls and noisy sounds filled my ears, and the loud sound of the steam cruise ship docking was even more heartbreaking. Jenkins' expression darkened, but he did not turn around and look in the direction where the bullet had just flown.

After recalling the positions of the people behind him, he found in his memory the position of Mr. Wicktum who invited Alexia to dance last night. He also came and was present as one of the heirs.

"Sorry."

He whispered in his heart, his right shoulder shaking slightly, and the cat on his shoulder immediately understood what Jenkins meant, and jumped from his shoulder to the back very cooperatively.

The people behind did not expect that the cat would suddenly jump down, and quickly hid aside. This once again exposed Jenkins to the gunman's sight, and before the second bullet was fired, the royal heirs standing behind Jenkins had already disrupted their formation to avoid the jumping cat.

"It's now!"

His keen senses caught the tension of the needle pricking his skin, and without looking back, Jenkins created a small piece of ice directly under Mr. Wickram's feet. The young Victum slipped and fell forward while avoiding the cat. His panicked shouts made the people in the front row turn around.

At the same time that Jenkins turned around, the second bullet was fired, but Jenkins also kindly held Victram with his hand to prevent him from falling. When pulling it towards him, the young man just blocked Jenkins and the bullet.

"There's an assassin! There's a gunman nearby!"

Bloody flowers exploded on young Wickem's shoulder, and without Jenkins shouting, the people nearby immediately started shouting. The nearby guards responsible for protecting the queen immediately surrounded her and blocked all possible shooting angles.

PS: Actually, there is a reason why Jenkins is not given [the blessing of books], and it has to do with the ending.

Chapter 1671 Chapter 1644 The aftermath of the murder

Even though the loyal guards had surrounded him, the people standing in the front row who saw Wicktum shot couldn't help but commotion. But fortunately, the giant ship that the southern country delegation was riding on was now docked, and the huge roar prevented the citizens behind the cordon from noticing what was going on here.

At the same time, the silver-haired Queen Isabella, who looked aging, made a loud voice to scold the people around her, making everyone quiet down. In the end, the news that there was a shooter did not travel very far.

But more and more royal guards gathered towards the front, which still attracted people's attention. Jenkins didn't pay attention to this. He bent down to pick up the cat after completing the task. When he looked back, he happened to see Miss Windsor.

The latter looked at him meaningfully, as if he had discovered his secret.

“The shooter may not have left and there was more than one person, should the ceremony be canceled now?”

Jenkins tilted his body and asked the queen on the side. Although there were several dukes standing around who were qualified to make this suggestion, it was best for him to ask this question.

"There is no need to cancel. If we cancel, we will be a big joke."

The gray-haired Queen Isabella said categorically, and then ordered the royal guards around her to find the gunman as soon as possible, and at the same time arranged for someone to send Mr. Wickem to treat the injury.

Jenkins narrowed his eyes and looked at the other old Dukes on the side. Most of them, like him, did not expect Her Majesty the Queen to make such an arrangement. They thought that they would at least clear out the irrelevant people nearby, or directly kill them. The welcome ceremony was moved elsewhere.

"This is right. We cannot become the laughing stock of other countries."

The Duke of Rochester, who was wearing a red woolen suit and was the youngest of the four dukes present and even the youngest duke in the country, agreed with Her Majesty's approach.

"Isn't it hot to wear this in summer?"

Jenkins thought to himself, knowing that something was wrong today:

"Could it be that Queen Isabella arranged for someone to kill me? If I die on such an occasion, it will be easy to disguise the murderer as the main militant faction of Chesland who wants to continue the war. After all, there is nothing better than assassinating the royal family of another country. Members, there is a better way to provoke a war... But I can think of things that the Queen cannot think of. If she really arranged it, it would be a bit too stupid."

He was thinking about complicated things in his mind, but on the surface he calmly looked up at the people on the cruise ship deck getting ready to disembark.

"If there were more gunmen, would they have opened fire on the Chesland delegation? If anyone in the delegation was injured, then we would really be the laughing stock."

Miss Windsor suddenly said in the second row, which made sense. Even if Queen Isabella didn't care that she and the people present were shot, if Tarquin, the proud man of Chesland, was shot to death as soon as he got off the ship, or if the Stuart children standing behind him If you get shot, I'm afraid the war will become even scarier.

So he ordered someone to go to the ship to inform him that there were gunmen below, and the visiting delegation should not show their faces for the time being. Queen Isabella announced that she was unwell and moved the welcome ceremony to Nolan City Hall.

Her Majesty the Queen is old, and everyone understands this. Besides, she herself has arrived at the dock, and I believe that Chesland and the others on the ship will understand.

The welcome ceremony ended here. In view of the fact that the unknown gunman may still be hiding nearby, people on the boat will not be able to get off until the search is over, so the ceremony at the city hall cannot start until the afternoon.

Everyone dispersed, and the citizens felt disappointed. Queen Isabella planned to call Jenkins to have lunch with her, but he declined:

"I still have some things to do...girls things."

He winked at Miss Windsor, who immediately came to the rescue, but the result was that when Jenkins got on the carriage, Miss Windsor also followed.

"Are you the Giver?"

There were Dolores and Julia in the carriage, but Miss Windsor didn't care either.

"Don't you care where this carriage is going? Are you so bold to come up without any escort?"

Jenkins did not answer directly.

"We are allies, and I trust you not to hurt me."

Miss Windsor said, then sat down next to Jenkins. Dolores was a little unhappy, but she couldn't speak because of this, as it would make Her Royal Highness appear stingy, so Julia spoke:

"Madam, please be careful with your words and deeds. This is the carriage of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Miss Windsor did not retort by saying "But this is Fidictle's territory". She was not stupid and knew what to say and what not to say.

"Yes, I am the Giver."

Jenkins said that since they have formed an alliance, there is no need to hide this kind of thing from Miss Windsor, and it doesn't matter if they tell her. The interests of the two are bound together.

"I heard that only the church can cultivate gifters, so..."

She asked hesitantly. Ordinary people's understanding of the extraordinary world is quite limited, and no matter what kind of background the benefactor is, they will not easily tell ordinary people the secrets of the extraordinary. This is not only a kind of reservation about one's own identity, but also a general agreement among everyone. Therefore, even with a status like Miss Windsor, her understanding of the so-called Gifters is quite limited. In fact, she had not come into contact with more than three Gifters before this.

"Yes, the Sage Church has trained me, and the church also supports me in becoming king."

Seeing that she still wanted to ask, Jenkins added:

"My status in the church is very special. I have the right to directly mobilize the church's extraordinary team in any diocese. However, there is no need to worry about the church using me as a puppet, so it supports me to become the king. In fact..."

He hesitated and looked at Dolores. Dolores shook her head, thinking that it was not appropriate to reveal the identity of the Holy Son. After all, all mortals who now know the identity of Jenkins, except the church, are all women destined to change their surname to "Williamt" in the future.

"There is a true God in this world, and the sages value me very much, so although I am very young, my status in the church is almost unmatched."

He could only explain it this way, and Miss Windsor did not ask further questions, with a heartfelt smile on her face:

"That's great. With the full support of the Sage Church, even if we launch a mutiny to seize power directly, at least we won't be attacked by a group. Jenkins, you should tell me this as soon as possible. This is very important. Things will be much easier.”

She stopped asking about the Giver and turned the conversation to Jenkins' plan to seize the throne. This woman was indeed helping Jenkins become king wholeheartedly. Jenkins didn't know whether this was because she judged the situation well or because he saved her that night.

"So you saved me that night?"

As if she guessed what Jenkins was thinking, Miss Windsor asked again.

"Yes."

He admitted that of course the church would not admit that believers were lying, so saying this would not make Miss Windsor think of anything more.

"Thank you, Jenkins."

She stared into Jenkins' eyes and said. Jenkins was a little uncomfortable, shook his head and did not continue.

The carriage carried the group back to Jenkins' house on St. George Street. Miss Windsor got off the car at the street corner and left. Dolores wanted to go in, but considering her father's feelings, she could only regretfully stay in the carriage. Watching Jenkins go home alone.

Fortunately, a few hours later in the afternoon, everyone met again in front of the city hall. This time Miss Windsor and Dolores both brought news about the shooter in the morning.

"Her Majesty did not arrange it, but the man who hired the gunman spoke with a Belduran accent."

This is the news brought by Miss Windsor. Unfortunately, the gunman was not caught in the morning's search, but this does not mean that Miss Windsor's influence in the local area has not been gained.

"It also has something to do with Cheslan. Cheslan's spies have been active in Nolan recently. My people hooked up with a local secret line and learned from a woman who claimed to be a huntress that Cheslan's spies had been active in many places in the past few days. I went to the dock to survey the terrain, this may be useful information.”

This is news from Dolores.

"It's more complicated than that."

Jenkins on the carriage looked outside through the curtains. The entrance to the city hall was already crowded with people, and the carriage coming from the street almost blocked the intersection.