The Master of the Strange Realm

The prototype of the ritual used by Miss Magic is to find the owner of a lost item, so neither the lost item nor the owner must have extraordinary power, otherwise the ritual will never succeed. Now that the ceremony was carried out so simply, even Miss Magic was surprised and even wondered if it was a trap.

Following the guidance, the two of them merged into the crowd of people in the city again. It was still early, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, and since it was Saturday, there were many people walking through the streets. The two chatted while walking, during which Jenkins told the whole story again, and also warned Miss Magic that the hidden mastermind must have extraordinary power.

As for the news they just found out, the two of them also made their own guesses. Now that it is known that the deaths of those people are related to the collection of blood, after excluding political assassinations caused by vendettas and competition for the throne, the answer seems to be clear.

"Someone is trying to collect the blood of the Middletons."

This is the view given by Jenkins:

"Those people have only one common characteristic: they are all distant relatives of the Middleton family. Although they are relatively distant in terms of genetic relationship, they actually all have Middleton blood. This is also the last step for them to be recognized as the royal heirs. important reason."

"I remember you said that the Middleton family has elven blood... so is it for purified elven blood? No, this is really stupid, and I don't believe that such technology can be successful... ....But the person directing all this must be someone who knows the secrets of the royal family.”

"This has narrowed our target a lot. Without any evidence, let me make a blind guess - it's Queen Isabella."

The two of them were standing in front of the intersection, waiting for the horse-drawn carriage to pass by in the distance. Although there are many pedestrians on the street, there are always carriages like this. In most cases it is a private carriage decorated with family crests, but in a few cases it is an emergency mission at Carfax Field.

"Your Majesty the Queen? Are you sure?"

Miss Magic asked somewhat unexpectedly. Although she was also concerned about politics, she did not understand the secret and intricate relationships between the royal family members. Therefore, it was normal behavior to doubt the speculation put forward by Jenkins.

"This is just a guess, but I think there is a half chance of it being accurate."

"Half? Since the probability is so high, we might as well go directly to Her Majesty the Queen... No, although due to the tower agreement, mortal kings cannot easily touch the extraordinary, but I don't believe that there is really no opponent around her. The benefactor's defense, after all, even Miss Windsor can hire a high-level benefactor like me at a fair price... But now that we have a target, we are still wasting time in the city... If she hides What should I do if I get up?”

The question made Jenkins laugh:

"Wouldn't that be better? If the Queen disappears, William can inherit the throne for legitimate reasons... I don't know if you have heard that the Queen was poisoned while dining some time ago, and she announced it in public before she died. Let Williamt be the heir..."

You say this as if you were talking about the strange shape of the trash can outside your neighbor's house.

"I have heard similar rumors. Miss Windsor also mentioned it once. So this is true? Mr. Candle, you have to tell me carefully."

The two of them found their destination at about half past eleven. At this time, they arrived at the east side of the city near Privet Drive, which was only three blocks away from the house of the Williamt family.

Since this is a wealthy neighborhood, it was a bit inappropriate for two strangers to barge in unexpectedly. So he first confirmed the house number, and then Jenkins took action and asked the neighbor's aunt near the street corner to get a basic understanding of the owner of the house.

The owner of the house is named Kafka Joyce. He is 39 years old and lives alone. He claims to be a veteran who retired from the Eastern Border.

He has no legitimate occupation and hangs out in pubs and casinos all day long. But because he inherited a large inheritance from a distant relative, he is not short of money to spend. He can own a house in this neighborhood without income.

Generally speaking, he was a drunk and dreamy person. Neighbors rarely saw him during the day, because Mr. Joyce's most common travel time was late at night.

Mr. Joyce claimed that he suffered from mental illness while serving in the army, so he was deeply defensive of the people around him. Not only did he never invite anyone into his home, he even planted tall flowers in his yard. Trees, preventing someone from the street from being able to see inside the windows.

This man is deeply wary of anyone, and even though he has lived here for more than ten years, virtually no neighbors can claim to know him well. Even the aunt Jenkins asked about thought she was a weirdo. The neighbors would not have allowed such a strange man to live in this neighborhood if it had not been for the fact that Mr. Joyce was one of the oldest residents on the street.

"So is he very military-like?"

That was the only serious question Jenkins asked.

"Of course, Mr. Joyce is one of those people who can tell at a glance that he must have served in the army. He is a quite tall man. He walks and stands with great dignity. You can't fake it."

So Jenkins understood that this was what they were looking for. After testing, they found that no one was in the house at present. Mr. Joyce seemed not to be at home. So under the protection of the spell, they climbed over the fence, burned the door lock, and entered someone else's house. house and soon had a harvest.

Like Mr. Joyce, Jenkins was wary of strangers and extremely worried about having his secret discovered. Therefore, with a common mentality, he can easily think of which locations are suitable for hiding items, and which locations are suitable for concealing unimportant deceptive documents.

The first thing he discovered was a small red box under the loose floorboard in the corner of the bedroom. After opening it, a very beautiful medal was placed inside. Miss Magic did not recognize this thing, but Jenkins, who had received etiquette training from Britney and Hathaway, quickly recalled that it was the "Royal Contribution Medal."

It is not an honorary souvenir issued by the kingdom to those who have made a significant contribution, but simply a recognition given by the royal family to the loyal. This kind of medal is uncommon and usually only appears in the hands of servants who have worked for the royal family for many years, or in the hands of loyal nobles.

From this point of view, this Mr. Joyce is definitely related to the Queen.

Later, a small safe was found behind the bookshelf that was embedded in the wall and could only be found after removing the wall tiles. However, this required a specific gear-shaped key and a password to open. So Jenkins violently dismantled it again, and this time he saw identification documents and some real estate ownership notes.

"My real name is not Joyce, it's a pseudonym."

The two looked at the complicated documents separately. When they saw this complex set of identity disguise documents, Jenkins almost thought that Joyce was actually a foreign spy. But after discovering the property certificates and finding the code book used to translate the encrypted diary text in the basement compartment, I realized that Kafka Joyce was indeed a spy, but he was not sent to Fidictelli by a foreign country. A spy, but a spy who belongs directly to the Queen and is sent to Nolan by Beldiran to monitor Nolan's situation.

The Queen of the Kingdom of Nuo has lived in Belduran City for a long time, so it is definitely impossible for her to know and grasp what is happening in every corner of the country. Therefore, in addition to local officials and nobles, it is normal for Queen Isabella to also have her own direct intelligence department. And this Mr. Joyce is one of the general managers of the Nolan area.

Knowing this, Jenkins's conjecture that "the mastermind behind the scenes is Queen Isabella" has almost been completely proven.

He continued to search, trying to find something like a plan. Of course, he knew that the possibility was very slim. Miss Magic sat at the desk and read the text materials, while lamenting to Jenkins the horror of the royal struggle:

"These are all relatives of Her Majesty the Queen. Although the blood relationship is very weak, they were killed like this..."

In essence, Miss Magic is not a very cruel woman, and she can't stand this kind of thing.

"Isn't this the nature of power? Even country writers who thought the king would herd sheep with a gold-encrusted whip could imagine the cruelty that would occur in the terrible political struggle of the palace. This is normal... .”

Jenkins' voice also softened, and he was quite disgusted with this approach.

"So what exactly does Your Majesty want to do? Does she want to separate the bloodline of the elves, take it as her own through a ceremony, and then sit on the throne for the next fifty years?"

Miss Magic gave the easiest way to think of it.

"It's possible, but we can't prove it. Interestingly, I have every reason to believe it has something to do with the treehouse."

"Tree house? I heard you mention it before. They are now wanted by the Righteous God Church all over the world. How can they still have time to do such a thing? Since Your Majesty would actually accept the help of that crazy organization, what she is planning must be very important."

It's a pity that the two did not find more clues in Mr. Joyce's house. Although those identification documents were enough to implicate the matter to the Queen, Jenkins wanted to solve this trouble today, so he did not intend to stop there, but continued to pursue it.

After leaving the house, the two had lunch in a nearby neighborhood, and then entered the black market. Jenkins paid to find the Huntress, whom he had not seen for a long time, and asked her to help "bring" Mr. Kafka Joyce over.

Jenkins has always considered himself not a good person in the traditional sense, so there is no psychological burden in doing so.

Chapter 1741 Chapter 1714 Lie’s Mission

The female hunter on the black market is actually a believer of the Righteous God [Lord God of War]. In the past year, she has successfully completed every commission given by Jenkins.

But for this "kidnapping" commission, the female hunter refused at first. She said that she was doing legitimate business and would not engage in illegal activities such as kidnapping. After Jenkins revealed that he was a regular customer, Huntress immediately thought of who he was:

"Believer of lies."

She squinted her eyes on the sofa. This was still the dark room above the black market. Only the candle standing on the coffee table in the center of the sofa set could provide dim light.

"It's me. I remember you said before that if the price I paid was high enough, you would even dare to bring people into the Zhengshen Church. Why is it now a legitimate business?"

He scoffed, sitting on the soft sofa.

"It was different then. Don't you know how many dangerous people Nolan has gathered now? Not to mention how many people the Orthodox Church has mobilized to station in the city... But if you are willing to tell me what you are doing recently, I can bring the person you want in two hours, and I guarantee that no one will be alarmed. There is no need for too many details, just a rough idea. This is very valuable information. Of course, you don't have to think that I am taking advantage of you. After all, I have no way to verify the authenticity of this information."

"Okay, that's no problem."

Jenkins unexpectedly agreed, and said it very honestly:

"We are currently trying to find out the secrets of the Three Kings' Talks and the church's arrangements for the joint meeting. At the same time, we have also persuaded some false god sects to support us. How about it, are you interested in supporting us? I can offer you a very suitable price."

He asked the female hunter of the [War and Victory Church].

The woman smiled and did not answer, but stood up:

"You two wait here for me for two hours, I will be back soon."

After that, he left.

Miss Magic, who was sitting next to Jenkins, listened attentively to the voice, and waited until the footsteps really went away before asking:

"You told her just like that, do you think she will treat your words as lies?"

"No, the Church of the True God already knows these things. After all, there are many believers of the True God in the Liar Sect."

If this so-called sect really exists, then Jenkins and Finnie, as formal members, are indeed believers of the Sage.

"The Church of the True God sent spies to infiltrate you? The Church of the True God actually wants to deceive a group of liars?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, actually thinking of the person in front of her, who is likely to be the young Sage believer. But it's too scary to think about it. Who is the so-called "liar" and who is really deceived? I dare not think about it at all.

"Yes, there is a spy among us."

This time it was Miss Stiver who was talking, and Miss Magic nodded with some concern, confirming her guess again.

They didn't wait long, in fact, the female hunter came back in less than an hour. She couldn't bring an ordinary person to her trading place in the black market, so she led Jenkins and Miss Magic to the small room behind the bar at the entrance of the black market. Mr. Joyce, who was knocked unconscious, was lying on a small bed in the corner. Jenkins noticed a slightly bleeding bump on his head.

"Is it this person?"

The female hunter asked, leaning against the door frame.

"How should I know? I haven't seen him."

Jenkins said, but still took out his wallet:

"But I believe you, and this is not the first time we have cooperated."

He handed over the agreed money. He now has a full wallet and is no longer the young writer with tight financial situation when he first came to this world.

"No need for money, the information you provided is very valuable, and you don't need to pay for this commission."

The female hunter waved her hand to refuse, and left without looking back, not caring about the reason why the two people were looking for this man.

Jenkins held the wallet and watched the female hunter go away, then said to Miss Magic beside him:

"I bet that although she will report the information I said to her superiors, she actually doesn't believe it at all. The really valuable information I provided this time should be 'the believer of lies is looking for an ordinary person'. Just wait and see, if we don't solve this matter before dark, then the Orthodox Church that has been tracking it all the way will also find out about this matter."

"So you still lied to that woman?"

Miss Magic laughed.

"How can it be said to be a lie? This is the information she got from me herself, and I didn't tell a lie, and I didn't get any benefits from her. Although I am considered a believer of lies, don't think that I am a guy who likes to lie."

He defended himself, touched the yawning cat on his shoulder, and then walked towards the sleeping man:

"Then let's take a look at what is going on."

It is certain that Mr. Joyce is indeed an ordinary person, but he is not completely ignorant of mystery. When he woke up from his coma, realized what happened, and saw two strangers standing in front of him, his first reaction was to bite the poison sac in his mouth - a very classic suicide method.

Unfortunately, the female hunter did everything, and he did not find anything in his mouth that could be bitten except the tongue and the mouth.

"I advise you not to commit suicide."

Jenkins stood aside and said:

"If you commit suicide, I will use the psychic ritual to pull back your soul, ignite it with the devil's fire, and interrogate you for the information you know. I will also put your soul into the wick of the oil lamp and put the oil lamp into the ancient tomb, so that you will suffer the pain of soul burning in the tomb for a long time in the next thousand years, and then..."

The man was already trembling, but his mouth was still tightly closed. Only by knowing the mystery can you experience the horror. Joyce could not tell whether Jenkins could do what he said, but as a person living in the ignorant age, he did not dare to bet that Jenkins was scaring him.

But the loyalty to Queen Isabella that he had cultivated for a long time still allowed him to barely overcome the fear in his heart. Although his expression was about to collapse, he still acted very bravely.

Seeing him like this, Jenkins stopped talking and asked Miss Magic to step back.

"Fear aura..."

The aura that only Jenkins and the cat could see burst out with him as the center, and then he suddenly stretched his head to look at the man huddled in the corner:

"Don't be afraid, look, do I look like a demon?"

Then he learned what he wanted to know.

Chapter 1742 Chapter 1715 Warehouse (Additional votes)

"Is that the fear aura? This is really rare. There are not many gifters willing to learn such abilities now."

Miss Magic said in surprise when leaving the small room behind the tavern. Jenkins lowered his head to look at the notebook in his hand, which recorded what Mr. Joyce had just said. Mr. Joyce will "live" here for a few more hours until the female hunter notifies the church and takes him away.

"I didn't learn it on my own initiative. It appeared after I came into contact with the Abyss."

"Abyss? Your life is more interesting than I thought."

The woman touched her chin and said again.

After leaving the bar, the two returned to the street. According to the clues provided by Mr. Joyce, it was enough to put the name of the culprit on Queen Isabella. The murder of the royal heir was carried out by Mr. Joyce and some other followers of the queen whom he did not know, and Mr. Joyce still kept several handwritten letters from Queen Isabella.

The chain of evidence from those letters was enough, and the reason why Joyce left the letters without destroying them was that he wanted to keep them.

"I don't have many opportunities to get the items that belong to your majesty."

This was said by the man who was crying because of extreme fear.

But up to now, Jenkins and Miss Magic still don't know what Queen Isabella wants to do. Fortunately, this is the last step. Mr. Joyce told the location of the suspected ceremony. As long as the ceremony of the gifter was really held at that place, Miss Magic has enough information to infer the general function of the ceremony from the traces left.

She is quite proud of her ability.

The so-called ceremony was held in a large warehouse near the mining area in the east of the city. According to Mr. Joyce, this piece of land is the property of the royal family. Some warehouses have been used as the transfer point for some of Her Majesty's private goods since they were built.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the warehouse and tried to sneak in. It was hot in the summer, and even if they came by carriage, Jenkins and Miss Magic were already a little impatient.

Therefore, the means used when breaking into the warehouse were a little bit radical, of course, they did not kill anyone.

The ceremony was held at midnight the day before yesterday. Now when entering the warehouse, all you can see is an empty warehouse, a dusty floor, and a cargo storage area drawn with pencils on the floor.