The Master of the Strange Realm

He set out after having dinner with the girls at home in the morning. The place where Salhi II stayed was far away from St. George Street near the dock area, so he chose to take a carriage.

St. George Street is a residential neighborhood, and carriages are not allowed to park in the neighborhood, but there are usually empty carriages waiting for guests at the intersection. After going out, I greeted my neighbor Mr. Goodman who was getting ready to go to work. The latter responded with some restraint.

Then he looked up and saw a carriage parked at a crossroads in the distance. After walking quickly over, he noticed something was wrong with the driver. Wearing a hat and unfolding a newspaper, the driver who was waiting leisurely for someone was certainly an ordinary person, but judging from his temperament, he seemed to be from the military.

Jenkins raised his hand and touched the cat on his shoulder, and his steps slowed down.

"Mr. Willamt, the master is waiting for you."

The coachman heard Jenkins' footsteps slowing down and put down the newspaper. He looked ordinary, and there was nothing special about him, except for his rather strange accent, which was the strange stiffness that foreigners have when they speak the Fidicli language.

"Your master?"

Jenkins asked strangely, tilting his head and looking at the carriage. There was also an ordinary man in the carriage, but there was a faint yellow aura in his heart. If you are not wearing self-defense items handled by the Giver, then you are cursed.

"Who is your master?"

He stopped and asked, but the coachman did not answer, and the door was opened through a small gap. Through the gap, Jenkins saw the King of the South, Tarquin the Proud, whom he had only met a few times.

"Why do kings like to wait like this?"

He thought to himself, nodded and stepped onto the carriage. Jenkins had nothing to do with the princesses of the South, so he didn't have any worries when he got into the carriage.

"Good day, Your Majesty Tarquin."

"Good day, Viscount William."

After sitting down and saying hello, Jenkins observed the other person's face. Tarquin the Proud was the youngest of the three kings, not even forty years old this year. About twenty years ago, the previous king of the Southern Kingdom was assassinated due to a scandal. Tarquin, who was only 17 years old at the time, hastily succeeded him. This paved the way for the king's power to be gradually emptied out and laid the foundation for the future.

This is a man who looks gentle, quite shrewd and resolute. He is tall and thin and wears a common summer unlined upper garment. It's just that at this time, the king looked pale and had sweating along the side of his face. He seemed to have a bigger problem than Salshi II, who was dying soon.

Chapter 1690 Chapter 1663 The King and the Curse

"Are you... okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Jenkins sat down in the carriage, worried that if the other party suddenly died in front of him, he would not be able to explain it.

"Nothing, just some minor issues."

said Tarquin, whose Fidictri was quite good. After ordering the coachman to set off, without asking any questions from Jenkins, he took Jenkins' hand somewhat impolitely and said:

"Mr. Willamt, I take the liberty of disturbing you so early. Please don't tell anyone about our meeting today."

Friendly and approachable, the king gave Jenkins a good impression.

"Of course, but what do you want?"

"Mr. Willamette, I know it's a bit abrupt to say this, but..."

He spoke very kindly to Jenkins, which was not at all consistent with his so-called "arrogant" title. Rather than a powerful king and one of the controllers of the three major human kingdoms, he was more like a kind neighbor living next door.

"Please help me, Mr. Willamette."

"What? Sorry, do you need me to see you, but I'm not a doctor."

Although he was surprised, he remained calm on the surface. He and the king of the Southern Kingdom were not acquaintances, and there was no reason to talk about this kind of thing in their first meeting alone. Moreover, Jenkins is not a doctor, and according to the Tower Agreement, he cannot use his extraordinary powers to treat any king.

"No, it's not illness, it's something else."

After saying that, he went to take off his clothes. Jenkins instinctively covered his cat's eyes and hid back. Then he saw a strange blue-purple pattern on Tarquin's chest.

"Is this...a tattoo?"

he asked hesitantly.

"No, it's a curse."

Tarquin looked very frustrated:

"The pattern began to appear bit by bit the day after the fleet departed from Elderon, and took full shape the night before arriving in Nolan. I could feel it absorbing my life, and I was living it day by day. Weak, yes, weak.”

This sentence is true. Just looking at Tarquin's face now, you know that his health is absolutely worrying.

"Oh, this is so terrible."

Jenkins lamented:

"I have always stayed away from the occult, but I believe that the power of gods is real. Since you think this is a curse...just treat it as a curse, why don't you go to the church to seek help? In your capacity , I think it is not difficult, and the Twelve Orthodox Churches have recently sent representatives to Nolan. I heard that there are quite a few very capable doctors in the Natural Church.”

The advice he gave was quite satisfactory and in line with the basic setting of his character.

"No, I can't get close to any clergy, not even the church. The curse is restricting me and limiting my contact with the power of God."

The tall, thin middle-aged man covered his chest and said, looking quite uncomfortable:

"I know what you mean, Viscount Williamt. But the occult does exist, and there are really people who can control it. I have tried asking the church for help, but every letter I sent through the servants has gone missing. Besides, this kind of thing cannot be solved by writing a letter.”

His symptoms looked like angina, but he spoke normally and showed no signs of fainting. It only lasted less than ten seconds before he let go of the hand covering his chest and said to Jenkins with sweat on his face:

"I must find a lay person who has enough influence on the church to help me deliver letters to the church, and this person must be reliable enough. You are the best person I know, and you are willing to help my deceased friend handle the estate. , enough to prove your loyalty and integrity.”

As he spoke, he took out a letter from under the cushion beside him. The letter looked like it had been rubbed once, and the overall appearance was terrible:

"Please help me deliver this letter to the church."

He looked at Jenkins with longing eyes. Jenkins was a little uncomfortable with such eyes. He moved uneasily and then took the letter:

"No problem, it's just a small matter."

So far, everything the king of the southern kingdom has said is true, including the fact that he has no one he can trust around him. This allowed Jenkins to further understand the political situation in the South and the huge problems faced by the South's royal family. I thought that the Kingdom of Hampavo in the north and the country were already in chaos, but I didn't expect that something even more incredible would happen in the south - the king was cursed by a supernatural being, but he could only find royal members of other countries and the church for help.

If it weren't for the lie priesthood as a guarantee, Jenkins probably wouldn't believe the words of this decadent middle-aged king. Even though it was now proven to be true, he still suspected there was something fishy.

"Actually, I'm still very curious."

Since the carriage did not stop, the conversation could continue:

"Why did you come to me? From my point of view, even if you are surrounded by betrayals and conspiracies, there should be at least one or two trustworthy people, right? There should be at least one person in your kingdom. Two nobles you can trust, right?"

People in this era have a very high level of recognition of the so-called "royal blood". Although the proud Tarquin has been dismissed, he is indeed a member of the royal family who inherited the throne through legal procedures. He is not a foolish king, and he has not done anything outrageous. , it is impossible not to trust anyone around you.

"If I were in China, of course I would be able to find those loyal people, but this visit to Fidictelli was originally opposed by the group of people in China. In exchange for my being able to come here, most of the people around me They are all spies who have been planted, and the few loyal people around me are all under surveillance. You can't imagine, Mr. Williams, what a price I paid to come out to see you this morning."

It sounded reasonable, but Jenkins, who had never trusted strangers, was still suspicious. Of course the middle-aged king guessed what he was thinking, so he continued:

"I not only have to find the person who will deliver the letter for me, but I also need to ensure that the person delivering the letter can safely deliver the letter to the church. This person needs to be heavy enough, but not too heavy to be stared at by everyone, and he has enough local knowledge. To be honest, I don’t know much about this city on the west coast of the continent, so the best choice I can think of in a hurry is you.”

After speaking, he covered his mouth with a white silk handkerchief and coughed. Fortunately, no blood appeared on the handkerchief after coughing.

"I'm not asking you for help for no reason, Viscount Williamt. You will get my friendship and the 'gift' you need most now."

Chapter 1691 Chapter 1664 Church Life

The weak king did not give Jenkins a chance to speak, and directly gave the conditions:

"I can tell you very seriously that in tomorrow's meeting of the three kings, I will propose the idea of ​​a formal armistice between the two countries. If this can succeed, it will effectively attack the 'betrayers' in Chesland. Even if the price of the armistice is everything Silan will make compensation, and I will be able to return home with huge political capital. If I can be alive by then, Cesilan will no longer voice opposition to the king, and I will fully support you in becoming Fidictelli. The king. This is the promise I give as the king of Chesland and the descendant of the Aresio family."

It was just a simple task for Jenkins to deliver the letter. Seeing that the other party had already talked about it to this extent, he had no reason to refuse. So I said some words of comfort to the other party, and then promised to deliver the letter as soon as possible. The young king smiled relievedly, and his pale face seemed to get better:

"I will keep my promise."

he said.

The carriage finally stopped in front of Dad's antique shop. Probably the coachman and his owner thought that Jenkins left so early to go to work. Now that he has arrived at the door of the antique store, Jenkins naturally wants to go in and say hello to his father. His father is startled by Jenkins' appearance so early:

"Did something happen again?"

Dad asked in surprise, trying to take something out of the counter.

"Nothing happened, it was a peaceful morning."

Jenkins said, looking at his father doubtfully:

"Why are you reacting so loudly?"

"Obviously we discussed it with Bevanna in the church yesterday. Until the negotiation with the lie believers is completed, you don't need to go to the antique store every day. You can just open it when you have nothing to do. But we just agreed that you can ask for leave at any time, but the second result Tian ran over very early in the morning, even earlier than the original time to go to work. Of course I would have thought something happened again... Otherwise, you were finally kicked out by the girls at home. ?”

Dad made a joke. He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the newspaper on the counter again, not forgetting to ask:

"So you came here so early not just to say good morning to me?"

Jenkins didn't know how to explain why he came here this morning, so he took out the letter and told his father about the conversation just now. Of course, Tarquin the Arrogant didn't want this matter to be known to irrelevant people, but Jenkins didn't care what the King of the South would think, and he really didn't know how to explain that he came to the antique shop so early.

"That's it. I didn't expect that Chesland would become like this. I didn't expect that the arrogant person came to Nolan really to seek peace."

He handed the letter to Jenkins:

"Then go and deliver the letter. I hope you won't run around. It's best to spend the whole day in the church helping Bevanna deal with things. Now, Nolan is getting more and more chaotic."

I don’t know if the king of Chesland is really well hidden when traveling, or if the city is protecting Jenkins. Until the distress letter was handed into the hands of Miss Bevanna, no one rushed out to shoot Jenkins.

Miss Bevanna opened the letter and took a look at it, and she roughly understood what had happened. Although the Tower Agreement stipulated that the royal families of various countries could not use extraordinary powers to extend their lives, but as ordinary citizens, they went to the church to request to lift the curse, and the church could still help - now It's the end of an era, so as long as it's not a matter of principle, everyone can understand it if you make some changes.

Although the Church of the Sages also had methods to restrain the curse, Tarquin's letter pointed out that he needed doctors from the Church of Nature to rescue him. Therefore, Miss Bevanna did not leave this troublesome matter to the church, but directly asked Captain Binsi to forward the letter to the hands of the Natural Church.

She also told Jenkins something:

"Remember the shooting at the dock that day?"

"I didn't kill Victum!"

Jenkins said immediately, thinking the church was as suspicious of him as the police.

"Victum? Who is that?"

Miss Bevanna said suspiciously that she did not know the name of the man who was injured at the time. Seeing Jenkins holding the cat and hesitating and speechless, he skipped the topic:

"The church found the murderer through divination and punished him. This matter not only involves Fidicli's country, but also people from Chesland are planning it. Dad should have told you about this, but we The investigation revealed that this incident was related to the Quirk family.”

"Isn't the Quirk family gone?"

Little Quick was the culprit behind the serial killings that Jenkins and the girls planned during their winter trip. As the only son of his family, he died in the snowy mountains, leaving Old Quirk to frantically borrow the power of monsters to take revenge on Jenkins, summoning the coachman to get A-04-1-6671 [The Uninvited Guest at Night] to the door of Jenkins' house.

"It's gone, but we haven't found the source of the knowledge they used to join forces with the Antak family to summon the coachman. And after in-depth investigation of this matter, we unexpectedly discovered that all these things seem to have the same mastermind behind the scenes - "

"Let me guess, is it a tree house? They have infiltrated the nobles and high-level officials of the two countries, using extraordinary power and promises of the future to win over people's hearts?"

Jenkins asked, and Miss Bevanna laughed:

"You really do know."

In fact, even the event of the arrival of [Night Manor] has the shadow of the tree house behind it. They want to use Night Manor to conduct a dangerous experiment. As for the content of the experiment, and the relationship between Miss Lawrence's uncle and aunt and this organization, it is still unknown.

"It is known that the tree house has a relationship with the [Gear Craftsmen Guild] and the [Scent Appreciation Committee]. We might as well guess that they have connected these two organizations. But the question now is, what are they doing? Before you reply Before arriving in Nolan, we were tracking the whereabouts of these three groups, but they seemed to disappear out of thin air. "

"Underground, right?"

Jenkins said, "Didn't it mean that the Gear Craftsman would be digging up a very dangerous thing under Nolan?"

"That's right. We even found two entrances where craftsmen would enter the underground. But they dug too deep, and the underground mine tunnels are too complicated. The investigation team has not yet gone deep enough to find their location."

This is the result of the church's current investigation into these illegal organizations. Although it seems fruitless, at least the church can make new discoveries every day.

Jenkins suspected that the beast of disaster and the outbreak of the final disaster were related to the Artisans Guild or the Scent Appreciation Committee, or even to both. The theme of the last page of the epic of time is steam. Now it seems that whether it is the difference engine underground or the strange smoke on the ground, it is not completely irrelevant to this theme.

Although he said he met the King of the Southern Kingdom in the morning, Jenkins had not forgotten the real purpose of going out this morning. After chatting with Miss Bevanna, he planned to find Salshi II. But before he could get out of the church door, he was blocked by the Bishop of Paro.

"Oh, Jenkins, you're really early. Are you here to read the documents? I've asked someone to prepare them. It's too hot these days, and there aren't many people in the library. You can go there to read them."

After saying that, without waiting for Jenkins to object, he took Jenkins to get the documents. Jenkins thought about it and decided to finish reading the documents today. Since he was in the church now, he might as well finish reading them first and then go find Salhi II. Anyway, the other party couldn't fly away.

So Jenkins and the cat stayed in the public library of the church all morning. The library was even hotter than outside. Seeing that the cat couldn't stand the heat, Jenkins applied to Miss Befanna. After getting the approval, he made some ice bricks and piled them against the wall.

Although it didn't have much impact on the overall temperature, Jenkins was relieved when he saw Chocolate lying on the top of the bookshelf next to the ice cubes, looking very comfortable.

The information given by the bishop involved almost all the political secrets of the world in the past ten years, and more importantly, the contradictions and conflicts between the three kingdoms in recent years. These things involve the entire material world. If they can be compiled into a book, then these love, hatred, conspiracy and lies will definitely be more exciting than the two books Jenkins copied.

The game between kingdoms, the secrets between duchies, the alienation in the palace banquet, the conspiracy under the grape trellis, and the fight in the deserted wilderness, although they are only told in plain and straightforward sentences, are as exciting as any novel Jenkins has read.

"Is this the charm of history and reality?"

He thought to himself, and then noticed that it was lunch time.

There is not much content left, and it can be read in an hour at most in the afternoon. So he had lunch in the church and met Captain Binsey on the way. He had sent those letters for help to the Church of Nature.

"Jenkins, I met your cousin. She said she is ready and asked me to ask you when to invite her to your home. She needs to make some preparations in advance."

Captain Binsey also helped Jenkins pass the message.

Jenkins calculated the time. Tomorrow is the meeting of the three kings, so there is definitely no time. Moreover, taking Sigrid home is a very important matter, and Mary also needs to prepare in advance.