The Master of the Strange Realm

After saying that, he took the princess's hand again and prepared to leave from here. But the silver dragon suddenly stopped again, turned his head slightly, and then tilted his head to the side, causing the beautiful silver hair behind him to tilt slightly, with a child's mischievous expression on his face:

"Jenkins, why are you asking such a question? Even if two beautiful ladies did that, it would be impossible to have a baby. Don't you know this?"

"ah!"

The princess, who had always had a calm expression, suddenly blushed and hid behind the silver dragon and patted her back with her hand.

"Sofia, after all these years, you are still so cute."

Anastasia smiled, then happily pulled the princess behind her into her arms, and kissed her on the forehead in front of Jenkins:

"Is this lady pretty-"

She also specifically observed Jenkins' expression:

"—but this is mine!"

As he spoke, he took the princess's hand and jumped up, turning into a ball of silver light shining like the sun at the top of the giant tree's crown. The silver light grew bigger and bigger, until finally the light group stretched out, and the giant dragon appeared covering the sun above the head.

The beautiful and elegant silver dragon that blocks out the sun stretches its body and bathes in the sunshine of the material world. She raised her head and felt the breeze of the material world for the first time in a long time. Her heart moved as she pleased, and then she let out a soul-stirring dragon roar.

The powerful wings flickered and stirred up the strong wind. Finally, he shouted "scream" to Jenkins on the top of the tree as a farewell, and then flew to the distant sky with the princess waving to Jenkins on his back.

Soon they turned into a silver point of light and disappeared.

Screams could be heard from far away in the Evergreen Forest, and at the same time several figures flew into the air to investigate the situation. After all, Anastasia, who had just revealed the body of a silver dragon, had no intention of hiding herself. Jenkins' expression froze, and he threw away the not-so-good illusion he had just had because of the silver dragon "molesting" him. Then he grabbed the cat and scurried to the top of another adjacent tree like a monkey.

Chapter 1757 Chapter 1729 Restrictions on Transformation

Before people arrived, Jenkins fled into the distance through the dense tree branches without daring to stop.

He didn't want to have anything to do with the appearance of the silver dragon. This matter was not easy to explain, especially since he was not very willing to lie.

"But... the [Ancient Amber Stone] can turn non-human beings into humans..."

The birthday gift given by the silver dragon girl was put into his pocket. He stepped on the branches and fled into the distance while imagining how to use the stone.

"Meow~"

The cat, which was held by one of Jenkins' hands, immediately made a very, very cute sound.

In Jenkins' heart, he was already looking forward to whether his unicorn would be able to talk to him if he wore this stone.

Because he didn't want to have anything to do with the Silver Dragon, Jenkins didn't stay in the Evergreen Forest and left in a hurry. But unfortunately Dad didn't leave the forest yet. When everyone heard and saw the beautiful and elegant silver dragon, Dad of course also saw the huge creature.

So when Jenkins met his father who was preparing the carriage at the entrance of the valley, his father looked at Jenkins with an inquiring look. Jenkins was a little embarrassed when he saw it, but he also knew that his relationship with this matter was unclear.

"My intuition tells me that the dragon just now has something to do with you."

Dad said after a long time.

Jenkins was reluctant to lie to his father, but he also didn't want to tell the truth, so he looked at his father like this. Dad was not used to being stared at like this. Seeing that Jenkins was unwilling to speak, he probably understood something:

"Anyway, no one knows the purpose of our coming to Evergreen Forest today, so I will pretend that I don't know anything about it. But next time if you want to make such a big move... tell me in advance, I stay away."

After speaking, he patted Jenkins on the shoulder, as if he wanted to use this action to show his helplessness. Jenkins nodded quickly. Seeing his father say this, he was a little embarrassed to hide it from him:

"Actually...the dragon...well...this is its gift to me."

He decided to tell a small piece of insignificant fact, so he took out the amber stone pendant and showed it to his father in the palm of his hand. I originally wanted to introduce the function of the stone, but my father recognized it right away:

"Oh, it's actually it? I didn't expect such a large individual to exist."

"You recognize it?"

"Of course, in the early years before I came to Nolan, when I was with old Jack, we not only collected antiques and herbs for the church, but we also recycled some rare stones. Now [ancient amber stone] although in material It is no longer common in the world, but this kind of stone that can transform an adult extraordinary individual into a human is still very famous. It is said that this is the origin of transfiguration. Of course, some people think that transfiguration is the origin of this stone. "

"Adult individual?"

Jenkins had no interest in transfiguration, which reminded him of the unpleasant experience of turning into a mouse. He discovered the key words in his father's sentence, and his father nodded:

"Of course, the transformation of amber stone is not an illusion, it is a comprehensive change of the body in the true sense. Therefore, it must be used by extraordinary animals or mutants that have passed through the infancy, otherwise it will cause irreversible damage to future growth... .you will not......"

Dad glanced at the cat in Jenkins' hand.

"You don't want to use it on your cat, do you? This won't work. Your cat is still a kitten no matter how you look at it."

"No, no, how could you think I would think that?"

Jenkins felt that his character had been insulted. He had never thought about turning chocolate into a human being. He had only thought about turning a unicorn into a human being... But based on the unicorn-looking skills he learned from the old elf, His mount doesn't seem to be an adult either.

"Okay, don't think about those messy things. Have you finished dealing with the ladies at home? Didn't you say you want them to meet today? You'd better think more about this matter."

With that said, he beckoned Jenkins to walk towards the carriage. Jenkins looked at the stone in his hand regretfully, mentally calculating how many hundred years it would take for his mount to reach adulthood.

After returning to the city, Jenkins said goodbye to his father. Since he was on the way, he changed his plan and returned to Privet Drive first. Because today is Saturday, the whole family is at home. After talking to Mary, who seemed a little sad, and then promising to take his wedding partner home as soon as possible, he left his home before lunch.

Then I'm going to visit Queen Isabella to find out the follow-up news about yesterday's incident.

Not surprisingly, martial law has been enforced near that house. This is a form of house arrest, where everyone is allowed in but their outings are strictly restricted. Captain Binsey's team was still patrolling outside. Before Jenkins went in, he inquired and found out that only two of the Dukes who came yesterday had left so far to attend today's meeting on behalf of the Queen. Everyone else had He has always been in the house and has not asked to leave.

The courtyard of the mansion was a little deserted today, with no gardeners mowing the lawn or servants walking around in a hurry. But in front of the building's gate, the royal attendants were still standing guard. Because Jenkins is also a member of the royal family, when he walked on the neat lawn, two men at the door took the initiative to open the door for him.

"Where is your Majesty now?"

He suddenly asked, and the dull voice of the man on the left came from inside the exaggerated iron helmet:

"His Majesty should be in the study at this time. But there are still a few 'guests' here today, so we don't know whether His Majesty will follow his original schedule."

Now, in addition to the original servants, the largest group in the house also includes the church's gifters. Seemingly thinking that there might be other terrifying rituals or traps in this house, the Zhengshen Church mobilized the most reliable occult scholars to inspect every corner of the house with a dignified attitude.

Jenkins met Duke Douglas at the stairs from the first floor to the second floor, but he just shook his head at Jenkins, and the two did not talk. Then Jenkins saw the two demigods from the Church of Nature and the Church of the Sea talking on the terrace on the second floor. He heard them talking about the compromise terms proposed by Queen Isabella, but he did not bother and fought with the two. He said hello and continued upstairs.

Finally, I saw an acquaintance from the church on the third floor, and after asking around, I found out that Queen Isabella was in the study.

PS: This stone is not for chocolate.

Chapter 1758 Chapter 1730 The Queen’s Deal

Stopping at the door of the study, Jenkins took a deep breath, thought about what he should say for a while, and then deliberately put on a ferocious expression on his face to practice before knocking on the door.

After knocking on the door, I was immediately allowed to enter. The sound insulation effect of the large study was very good, but because there were only two people in the room, it was still a bit deserted.

The old man wearing a hairband was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Jenkins glanced at the cover of the book. The title seemed to be "Eternal Purity: The Glorious Nobles of the Hikali Empire". Behind her was a somewhat nervous young maid. When Jenkins walked in, the maid consciously walked out to prepare tea.

"I didn't expect you to come back to see me. Today is your birthday, right? Happy birthday to you."

Everyone seems to know that today is Jenkins' birthday, but Jenkins himself doesn't care.

"Just stopping by to take a look."

He placed the cat on the armrest of the side sofa and sat down himself.

"So what's going on now? You're under house arrest?"

"do not you know?"

"Why do I know...I understand what you mean, but in fact, after I left here yesterday, I haven't asked anything about anything here again."

He said, then looked around:

"So, this should be house arrest."

"The church doesn't want to do anything to me yet. I have apologized, told everything I know, and promised to list the organization called [Tree House] as a national wanted criminal in the future, so I will probably be here tomorrow. can return to normal.”

The old man's tone was calm, as if he was commenting on the words and actions of passers-by that he had absolutely no intention of doing. Thinking of what she had done, thinking of the seven innocent people who lost their lives and Sigrid who was almost murdered, Jenkins felt that the conversation he chose would be very disgusting.

"So this is the end of the matter?"

He took the tea cup handed by the maid, but only put it to his mouth for a moment before placing it back on the low mahogany coffee table.

"So what else do you think?"

Queen Isabella asked, glanced at him, and then turned her gaze back to the book in her hand:

"This world is never fair, and not every sin needs to be eliminated. You have to realize this, Jenkins."

Jenkins snorted and did not comment on this sentence. The study was silent for a while. Jenkins asked again:

"About Sigrid..."

"That's a good girl. Since this matter cannot be done, I will naturally not trouble her. Your church should strengthen her protection. I think the organization called Tree House should not only want to cooperate with me to capture her. They have other purposes. This is obvious.

I will compensate her and leave her something in my will."

After a pause, he continued:

"My dowry is left to her, and there is also a part of my personal property. These have nothing to do with the royal property, and I can dispose of them at my own will. Jessica doesn't lack these things, and I don't think you want my things, so leave them to Capet..."

She twisted her fingers and turned the book to the next page. The sound of the pages shaking was even louder than the sound of the two talking.

"As for the throne..."

She took the initiative to talk about this issue, but there was no follow-up for a long time. Until Jenkins thought that the other party had forgotten to continue talking, the old man continued slowly:

"Since you already have the next queen of the North as your wife, don't compete with Jessica."

Jenkins tried hard to control the mocking expression on his face, which was not easy.

"I know you are laughing at me in your heart, because even Jessica herself is willing to let you be king... the self-righteous love of young people... but what about your decision? Are you really willing to be king, Jenkins? Although you think I am crazy to cooperate with that organization, sometimes I can see things clearly."

She was about to continue flipping through the book, but suddenly stopped, raised her head and looked at Jenkins through the dark red framed reading glasses. Obviously, this action is like a kind grandmother observing her grandchildren, but the expression on her face is a little stern:

"Jenkins, are you really willing to be king?"

"I..."

It is meaningless to lie at this time. As for whether he is willing to be king, Jenkins can't give a negative or affirmative answer now. He knows that he wants to do this and is willing to do it, but in fact he is not very eager to do so.

"Whether I am willing to be the king of Fidictli or not, that position cannot belong to anyone else. And are you questioning me? No, you chose to declare war on me, and I have to fight back. This is the truth now."

"Is that really the case?"

The old man lowered his head again to check the pages in his hand. After a few seconds, he remembered that he was going to turn the pages just now, so he started turning the pages again, and at the same time, he did not stop talking:

"I respect Middleton's bloodline and will never declare war on you. I was wrong about this, but I never thought of hurting you, never thought... If I knew that you and Capet had such a deep relationship, maybe I would choose another idea... But, to be honest, you are really not the heir I want to choose."

This is probably the first time she said this to Jenkins openly.

"I don't deny that you are excellent, and you are a gifter, very smart and talented. But you are not suitable to be a king. I can see that you hate responsibilities that do not belong to you, hate being controlled, and you are not bad enough, not cruel enough."

While speaking, his eyes always looked at the book on his knees through the pair of reading glasses:

"And you don't understand politics at all. You didn't grow up in that kind of environment. This is different from you learning etiquette from girls. Some things can't be learned through tutoring... For the good of everyone, I don't choose you, I choose Jessica."

Jenkins rarely deceives himself, so he can admit in his heart that what the other party said makes sense. But making sense is not necessarily right. He understood this very early:

"You said so much, do you want to convince me with just words? No, you treat me as a teenager..."

"Then, if I can offer conditions to make you give up the throne voluntarily... I know your expression now without looking up."

She was right, and Jenkins could know his expression now without looking in the mirror.

"I don't know what this means, and I don't believe it. What I want is power. Can you offer something more tempting than power?"

He leaned back slightly, his eyelids closed slightly, his left hand on the armrest of the sofa, his right elbow on the other armrest, and his thumb tapped his chin.

"Of course I will satisfy you - if you are willing to give up the throne to Jessica, then I don't mind you marrying her, and then actually controlling the country as a prince. As the price of your giving up the throne, I am willing to pay for the peaceful transfer of all power in this country, and no one will oppose your control here in the future. You will become a king without a crown."

After a moment of silence, Jenkins did not expect to hear such words. He thought that the old man in front of him asked him to give up just to anger him.

After thinking for a few seconds, he understood the full meaning of this condition, but did not give an answer, but asked in surprise:

"If I agree, doesn't it mean that you have paid everything, and Miss Windsor has nothing except the throne itself? Are you really willing to do this? What good will this do you?"

"Benefits? Little Jessica got love, Fidictli had a qualified king on the throne, and I got her name imprinted in the history books as I wished. That's the benefit."

Her voice was very flat, and Jenkins believed that if the two were discussing interior decoration at this time, she would answer in the same tone.

"This proposal is very tempting, isn't it?"

Seeing that Jenkins didn't answer, the old man said again. She had never looked at Jenkins' expression since she lowered her head, but she seemed to be able to know his psychological changes at any time and guide his thinking with appropriate language.

"This..."

Of course it was tempting. Jenkins never wanted to be king. He just wanted that power, and he wanted to use this power to save the world.

"I have promised to marry Dolores Stuart."

So he planned to delay for a while. Now he couldn't give an answer. This answer was too important and he couldn't make a decision on his own. Although it was absurd, he admitted that it was a good deal.