The Master of the Strange Realm

After eight o'clock in the evening, Jenkins did not go out again, but played card games with three ladies at home.

He has not yet fully adapted to having so many people living in the house, but this is good, at least it is better than going home every night and the house is empty.

The four people sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and they could all feel the warmth of this home.

Considering that there are still important things to do tomorrow, the card game ended at nine o'clock. Jenkins was holding the cat and preparing to go back to bed. After saying hello to the three ladies, he looked back. The blonde girl shook her head gently. She was warned by Hathaway; the red-haired girl blinked at Jenkins, but also shook her head. She didn't want Jenkins to think that she was not reserved.

So that night, Julia, who was wearing a maid outfit, appeared in Jenkins' room.

PS: There is a 90% probability that the afternoon update will be an 8K chapter.

Chapter 1694 Chapter 1667 Poison Assassination (8K Chapter)

Tonight is very quiet, and Jenkins' bedroom on the second floor of St. George Street is also very quiet.

The maid who walked in quietly was not wearing a normal maid outfit. Julia's ordinary uniform was the kind that made her want to sweat in the summer. It was a dirt-resistant outfit that was really used for work.

Tonight she was wearing a very thin maid uniform that saved a lot of fabric. Although it saved a lot of fabric, this dress was definitely expensive because it had a lot of decorative lace and tulle designs on it. This made Jenkins sigh that even if the productivity level was not as good as his original world, the designers in this world had very high thoughts and vision.

"Um... Is there something?"

In his room, only the gas lamp at the head of the bed was turned on. He was leaning on the pillow just now and reading a book, "Elegant Echoes". Although the title sounded like a collection of poems, it was actually a manuscript of an ancient fortune-teller collected by Miss Audrey. Jenkins needed to finish reading it and submit his reading notes within a week.

"Yes, there is something."

Julia's face was very red. Although she was a decisive and elegant maid on weekdays, she was not the kind of girl with a thick skin. Turning around and closing the door, the moonlight and the light from the bedside gas lamp allowed Jenkins to easily appreciate the beauty of the maid's outfit that seemed to have transcended time and had very little fabric.

It's not that he didn't understand what Julia meant. In fact, up to now, he had had intimate relationships with three different girls and was no longer the young man who didn't understand anything before, but...

"Did Dolores ask you to come?"

He put down his book and put on his slippers and left the bed. Julia wanted to answer, but Jenkins didn't give her a chance:

"I know you won't betray Dolores. The question I asked you just now will really embarrass you, so you don't have to answer. You don't need to be like this. No matter who asked you to come, this kind of thing... um..."

He was trying to organize his words:

"You will definitely be unhappy about this kind of thing. There's no need to be like this, Julia. I respect you very much, so you don't have to wear such cool clothes to see me."

In Jenkins's opinion, this was probably the young princess. Seeing other women sneak into Jenkins's house, she was a little jealous but helpless, so she asked her maid to temporarily take her "position". This idea was easy to understand. All the court novels Jenkins saw in this world were written like this.

"I..."

Before Julia finished speaking, Jenkins took the clothes he had draped on the chair and draped them over her shoulders. The maid outfit was so lethal that Jenkins didn't want to damage his and Julia's reputation because of a piece of clothing.

"Go back to sleep quickly. If Dolores asks about it later, I'll explain it."

As he said that, he took the maid's hand and walked out of the bedroom without saying anything, then said good night to her politely, and then closed his door.

The maid in the corridor was still flushed. She didn't leave the door, but leaned against the wall with Jenkins' coat on, as if she wanted the cold wall to absorb the heat in her heart.

Suddenly, she pressed her heart, and every beat of her heart was accompanied by the throbbing of the soul. This was not a heart disease. The maid probably understood her feelings at the moment.

Tonight's action was half Dolores's suggestion and half voluntary. Dolores regarded her as a relative, and of course she would not force her to do such a thing. Julia had a certain good impression of Jenkins, so she did it voluntarily.

Before entering the room behind her, she thought of many possibilities, but she didn't expect Jenkins to make such a choice - but if she could talk to Britney in advance, she would definitely be able to predict Jenkins' actions just now.

In some ways, although Jenkins' actions were indeed not innocent enough, he still maintained Jenkins' values. For example, Dolores was sixteen years old, so she couldn't do anything; for example, he would not go to bed with Julia, who he thought was forced to come to his room.

These are all weird behaviors that people in this world can't understand.

"Your Highness the Princess made the right choice."

The maid blushed and thought in her heart, looking at the door next to her, she had the urge to knock on it again. But Julia was still thin-skinned, and finally left the wall to take a shower before going to bed, and at the same time forget Jenkins who was blushing and at a loss just now.

But at this time, footsteps were heard. Hathaway, who was walking from the first floor to the second floor in her pajamas and slippers, appeared in the corridor and saw Julia, who was wearing a "simple" maid costume with black and white lace and Jenkins' coat, at the door of Jenkins' bedroom.

"Oh~"

The red-haired girl sighed, thinking of what she had just learned about Jenkins and Britney on the train, and then based on her understanding of Jenkins, she guessed what happened here just now.

Without laughing at Julia, Hathaway's mentality was very stable. She even stared at the "beautiful" maid costume, and looked at it from bottom to top with a very revealing look. Finally, she whistled at Julia, and then returned to her room with the cup as if she had seen nothing.

The maid now wanted to jump directly from the second floor to the depths of the ground.

At breakfast on Wednesday, the family sitting around the dining table did not show any abnormality, as if they didn't know what happened last night. But in fact, even Britney heard Hathaway talk about that incident, but the two girls didn't care.

In their opinion, Dolores must enter this house, so it is reasonable for Julia and Jenkins, her personal maids, to happen. They all grew up in aristocratic families, and their concepts are very different from those of the writer in the other world. This is one of the reasons why the writer bravely expressed that he wanted everything, but still did not collapse.

Today is the day of the three kings' meeting. Although everyone knows that this day will come sooner or later, when it really comes, there is a sense of unreality. Jenkins will be one of the members of the royal family and will accompany him to the meeting, so he got up early and chose the right clothes with the help of the three girls.

Jenkins thought that Julia would rush back to Dolores to help her choose clothes, but Julia said that there are many maids around Dolores.

"If I, the head maid, am gone, they can't perform their duties, so what does Her Royal Highness keep them for?"

The maid asked back.

Although it is a meeting of three kings, it is not that the three kings hide in a small dark room and negotiate with three people. The entire negotiation session is planned to last for a week, during which many issues including war, financial reform, territorial disputes, environmental governance, steam technology sharing, etc. will be discussed. Seven days is just an estimated plan. If necessary, the meeting can last longer.

The joint meeting of the Twelve Orthodox Churches will be held after the end of this meeting, which will last at least a week, followed by the final negotiations with the believers of lies.

Those who participated in the meeting of the three kings were all political elites from various countries. Jenkins is not a political elite. In fact, he doesn't even dare to say that he understands politics. It's just that the meeting needs his identity, so he has to run over to be a background board.

Although he is now considered the most likely successor to Fidictli, he has never participated in government affairs, so it would be strange to let him speak.

Today is the first day, which is the opening ceremony. As the beginning of a meeting that is rare in a thousand years, Nolan City Hall and the Kingdom of Fidictli racked their brains to arrange celebration activities.

The venue of the meeting was of course the Norland City Hall. The square in front of the city hall had been crowded with carriages since the morning. After Jenkins arrived, he had to walk from the corner of the street to the inside. Fortunately, he met Miss Windsor who arrived one step ahead. With her guidance, he successfully passed the crowd.

Jenkins did nothing in the morning. He interviewed, spoke, took pictures and shook hands. He didn't know why time passed so slowly. He had never experienced such a meaningless morning. In addition, the weather today was particularly hot. Even if there was a layer of strange fog wandering on the street, it couldn't stop the temperature from continuing to rise.

The cat lying on Jenkins' shoulder had woken up and fallen asleep countless times. Once it was confused and even climbed on top of Jenkins' head. Jenkins didn't mind the cat doing this, but Queen Isabella sternly asked Jenkins to take the cat down:

"Now it's a formal occasion, what's the matter with your image like this?"

Therefore, although what she said was not wrong, the petty cat still hated this woman.

After lunch, the formal talks began in the afternoon. After clearing out those unimportant people, the first closed-door meeting officially began. The three kings were present at this meeting, which set the general tone for the talks.

Jenkins, as an unimportant background figure, sat at the back of the conference room. In the middle of the conference room was a long table for those participants who needed to speak.

He listened to people talking while looking around. The Stuarts were all present, and everyone was listening attentively. The proud man of Cheslan also brought his own royal family members. Although he did not bring almost all children with ruling ability like Salhi II, he at least brought the second and third princes in the order of succession.

After all, the two countries were still at war, and people understood him doing this.

It seemed that except for Jenkins and his cat, everyone was listening attentively and taking notes from time to time. The translators were sweating profusely while doing real-time translation work, which was not an easy task.

"I remember hearing from Miss Windsor or Alexia that real-time translation is charged by the hour, and you can get half a pound an hour. It's really an amazing job."

His mind quickly wandered away. Although he was still subconsciously listening to people's conversations, he was actually thinking about something completely unrelated.

"I can be considered a rich man now. Bryony said a few days ago that I was too stingy with myself and there were only a few clothes in my closet. So, should I be generous... For example, increase the food allowance for chocolate?"

He completely regarded his cat as a part of himself, and increased the food allowance for the cat as his own consumption. The cat "heard" Jenkins' unconscious thoughts, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he almost nodded violently.

"Meow~"

It raised its head and called out with desire. Jenkins immediately touched the cat's little head. Now he couldn't make any noise casually.

His eyes unconsciously looked around. Queen Isabella asked 10 nobles who were eligible to inherit to attend the meeting as a background board. In addition to those heirs who were eligible to come because of government affairs, there were at least 15 heirs of Fidictelli present.

Jenkins' eyes saw Miss Windsor, who was also invited by Queen Isabella and sat not far in front of Jenkins. Even if you only look at the back, you can see that Miss Windsor is taking notes and listening seriously.

This made Jenkins feel guilty that he was wasting his time, but this feeling disappeared in an instant with the shaking of the ground.

"Oh no, earthquake!"

He was startled and quickly stood up and stuffed the cat lying on his knees into his pocket.

"Don't panic, leave in order!"

At the same time, Salhi II, who was speaking just now, said loudly that the intensity of this earthquake was not large, but the epicenter was definitely in the city of Nolan. Even if you sit still, you can feel the shaking of the ground, so most people from other places are a little panicked.

The earthquake temporarily interrupted today's meeting, but fortunately the quality of the building in the city hall is quite good. Except for the crowd when they hurried out, the earthquake did not cause any casualties.

It is now about four o'clock. When everyone comes to the square in front of the city hall, no one can be sure whether there will be aftershocks. Therefore, after a simple discussion, today's meeting will be temporarily ended. If the situation permits, the meeting and negotiation will continue tomorrow.

"Nolan has experienced frequent earthquakes in the past six months, which is a very normal thing."

Mr. Sax Ruto, the mayor of Nolan, squeezed in front of Queen Isabella and explained while wiping his sweat. But no one cared about him. On the contrary, some superstitious people believed that the earthquake on the first day of the Three Kings' Meeting probably indicated that the meeting would not end well.

Originally, a grand cocktail party was to be held to celebrate the event after the first day of the meeting. But considering that there might be aftershocks tonight, the cocktail party was also postponed.

Queen Isabella invited Jenkins to have dinner at her house. Jenkins actually wanted to go home and eat with the girls, but Miss Windsor, who was standing next to him and was led out of the city hall by his hand, agreed to it for him.

While talking to the queen, Miss Windsor shook her head slightly at Jenkins. Jenkins then knew that this was a dinner party that could not be shirked, so he could only nod and agree.

After going home and changing clothes, he went to the dinner. There were only Queen Isabella and Jenkins at the dinner table. The restaurant of the house was huge, but because of the unexpected earthquake, the nearby gas pipeline broke down, so only the three candlesticks on the table in the restaurant were still providing light.

Jenkins and the silver-haired old man, who were sitting at the two ends of the long dining table, could only see a blurry shadow sitting opposite them. The servants who served them the food carefully bent over and pushed the dining cart, walking in the dark.

This was a bit like what happened in the gloomy old house in the horror story. Jenkins slapped the cat's little claws that reached the table in the dark, and picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak.

"So, why not light more candles?"

Finally, he took the initiative to break the silence since the dinner started and asked, he was very curious about this.

"Soon the moon will appear from behind the dark clouds, and then it will be bright."

The old man opposite said, also picking up the knife and fork. She was old and her teeth couldn't handle steak, so the food she ate was different from Jenkins.

"So I'll ask directly, you invited me to be your guest, it shouldn't be just to treat me to dinner, right?"

He asked while cutting the steak with soup, and the cat's eyes were glowing in the dark, with its front paws on the edge of the table and staring at the food.

"Jenkins, you shouldn't ask directly at this time, but should be patient with me in the dark, and then wait for the other party to speak first."

The old voice of Queen Isabella fits the dark and strange atmosphere in the restaurant.

"Is this a special rule?"

He asked knowingly.

"It's not a rule stipulated in writing, but a recognized etiquette of the nobles for thousands of years. I know you grew up in a commoner family, and some things can't be explained clearly by words, you need to learn it yourself."

Salhi II said something similar yesterday, so Jenkins just nodded, but realized that the old man opposite might not have good eyesight, so he said:

"I know."

The cat jumped onto the table silently, because Jenkins put the first piece of veal cut on the plate beside him. According to the rules of eating at home, this belongs to chocolate.

"It's nothing big to ask you to come today. It's just that the three kings' talks have officially begun, and I intend to announce my selected successor to the whole country after this."

Her voice was still so flat, as if what she said just now was an evaluation of the food on the plate. Jenkins raised his eyes and then continued to deal with his dinner:

"Yes, I know."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Even if I am curious, I don't think you will tell me the result in your mind."

Jenkins said.

"You are doing much better now than before."

The voice of the black figure opposite was smiling, but Jenkins thought it was a disguise.

"I plan to choose you."

Lie, this is a lie.

Jenkins' mouth corners curled slightly, and he laughed at the behavior of the old man opposite in his heart. But she did not do badly. If it were not for the reminder of the priest of lies and Miss Windsor, he might have a small chance to really think that he was the lucky one who was appointed.

"Then why not choose Miss Windsor? If I am not one of the participants, from the perspective of an outsider, she is better than me in all aspects except bloodline, and is a better choice."

He asked.

"Are you testing me, Jenkins?"

The voice on the other side was still calm, but still answered Jenkins' doubts:

"No, I won't choose Jessica. She is really good, but unfortunately she is a girl."

This sentence actually caused a reaction from the lie priest, which was beyond Jenkins's expectation:

"Which view is wrong? Could it be... Miss Windsor is actually a man?"

He was amused by his own thoughts, but thinking carefully about the sentence just now, there seems to be only one point that will trigger lies-"I won't choose Jessica".

Jenkins frowned. There are too many possibilities. Maybe there is a woman named Jessica among the heirs, and maybe even Miss Windsor was deceived by Queen Isabella.

But it is impossible that Miss Windsor has been lying to Jenkins from beginning to end. Jenkins is confident that he will not be deceived as the God of Lies.

Thinking of the hint from Salhi II last night, he opened his mouth to say something and make further tests, but when he looked up at the other end of the long table, he heard the old man make a strange sound of "uh uh uh~" and seemed to make a throat-strangling gesture.