The Master of the Strange Realm

He knows that there are few things in this world that are in line with everyone's wishes, and he also knows that from the beginning, he was actually using Miss Windsor. But he will not deceive other people's feelings, nor will he knowingly know other people's thoughts but deliberately pretend not to know, and use the ladies' favor for him to achieve his own goals.

Doing this is no different from being a scumbag. Jenkins knows that wanting to "want it all" is already very close to the definition of a scumbag, but at least he is not so scumbag as to take advantage of other people's feelings and pretend not to know.

Therefore, at this moment, he was almost telling Miss Windsor what he thought, but he did not see any regret in those eyes:

"I knew you would say that."

"What's the meaning?"

"If you really tell me at this time that I can get whatever I want, then I may go to your Majesty... You are still you, the same you when I knew you."

She laughed, looking at Jenkins' face with a look that made him uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, what...are you trying to express?"

Jenkins asked hesitantly.

"What I like is the twinkling star in the sky. Even if that star has signed a contract with someone else, I still want to look at it. Of course I also want to own it, but I also don't want to look at it. Change."

Jenkins probably understood the meaning of this sentence, so he felt even more contempt for himself.

"I don't know if you understand what I said, but I like you like this, even if you have commitments to other people, I also like it."

Miss Windsor took a step forward and approached Jenkins. Jenkins subconsciously wanted to retreat, but in the end he did not. Miss Windsor's words are already very straightforward. He can no longer retreat, otherwise he can add the label of "coward" in addition to "close to scum":

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Jenkins, don't apologize. As a king, you are always right. Even if you do something wrong, you are still right because you are the king and you are my... king. So don't apologize to anyone. Apologize, don’t even apologize to me.”

She took a step closer to Jenkins again. Because she was shorter than Jenkins, she had to raise her head to keep looking at Jenkins when they were very close.

"Meow~"

When Chocolate saw the human woman approaching, he made threatening sounds at her with "baring his teeth and claws", but neither Miss Windsor nor Jenkins paid attention.

"You have the right to ensure that you don't break your promise, but I also have the right to keep looking at my stars. Jenkins, you don't need to feel embarrassed about this. I am not that kind of mean woman. But I am also not one who will give up easily. People, do you understand?”

She was almost touching Jenkins.

PS: Again, if you have any questions about the ending of Miss Windsor, you can ask me for spoilers.

Are the emotional dramas written by the author really that bad (face covering)?

Chapter 1865 Chapter 1836 The priest is dead

Miss Windsor was so close to Jenkins that Jenkins smelled her scent. He was not sure whether it was the so-called "body fragrance" or the smell of perfume, but in order not to irritate his nose, he could only hold his breath:

"Miss Windsor, of course you have the right to do whatever you like, but I don't recommend it... It's summer now, it's very hot, can you step back a little? If you don't step back, I will Backed off."

Miss Windsor shook her head, then stood on tiptoes to kiss Jenkins. But Jenkins can even dodge bullets - although he has never tried it and has rich experience of being forcibly kissed, it is impossible that he will not be able to dodge this one.

He leaned back skillfully, feeling slightly proud of his quick reaction. I thought I could talk about it with Hathaway and Britney tonight to show that I was an honest and reliable person.

But what he didn't expect was that while Miss Windsor leaned forward, she reached out from behind and held the back of his head. With just a push, the two of them came into contact.

It seems that this matter cannot be discussed.

Almost immediately, Jenkins took a step back like a frightened mouse, then picked up the angry cat on his shoulder and blocked it from his face to prevent Miss Windsor from rushing forward again:

"Ma'am, please be careful, this is a public place."

The place where the two talked was the corridor on the second floor of the city hall. Because it was the break time at noon, not many people would show up here.

"Even if it's not a public place, it's wrong for you to do this."

Jenkins then blocked out what Miss Windsor wanted to say.

"Why is that wrong? You're not even engaged."

This is to the point. Jenkins did not go through a formal engagement process, but only verbally agreed with the girls to get married.

"And you're blushing."

Miss Windsor said this, and Jenkins touched the side of his face:

"Actually, it's not unusual for me to blush when I kiss any pretty girl."

"Even if it's kissing Hathaway Hertha?"

Jenkins recalled:

"Yes."

Miss Windsor showed an obvious expression of ridicule, and she did not hide it at all:

"They have all lived in your house and must have slept with you. Even so, you would blush? Jenkins, you are more interesting than I thought."

"Oh, ma'am, please use some civilized language."

Afterwards, Windsor did not give Jenkins a chance to speak again, but tapped his chest with his right index finger to reassure him that no third person or second cat would know about this:

"You should regard this kiss as a reward for me. After all, I have done so many things for you. Don't worry, I am not a despicable woman and will not take the initiative to destroy your feelings."

The lonely expression on her face when she said this immediately made Jenkins fall into deeper guilt.

With this guilt, Jenkins returned to the church again and met Bishop Parrod. The bishop was startled by the expression on Jenkins' face. After several inquiries, he finally found out from Jenkins that it was just an emotional issue between a young man and a woman.

Although this kind of problem is completely insignificant compared to the task of saving the world that Jenkins is shouldering, the bishop, as an elder, still gave his own suggestions:

"It's difficult for those of us who are not involved in this matter to give advice on this kind of thing."

"So this was your suggestion?"

Jenkins sat on the chair in front of the desk and asked while peeling an orange. The pungent smell of the orange stimulated the chocolate's sensitive little nose, but it still did not move away from Jenkins, but stared eagerly at the fruit in his hand.

"Yes, that's what I suggest."

The old bishop behind the desk put his arms on the table under the light of the gas lamp, and the fingers of his hands were naturally intertwined:

"This is your own matter, and you should solve it yourself. Even Robert and Mary are not qualified to give you advice. After all, you relied on your own efforts to let four people succeed in less than a year. The young girl agreed to marry you, and the relationship between them is still very good. Tsk, think about you last autumn, and look at you now..."

exclaimed the bishop, and then concluded:

"I can't think of anyone who would be better at solving a problem like this than you, so I trust your ability to handle this."

The bishop was of course teasing Jenkins. Although there was no specific suggestion, it made Jenkins feel a lot better. He didn't come to see Bishop Parod just for emotional counseling. Otherwise, it would be more convenient to go to Mr. Hood's "Camel Psychological Counseling Firm".

"I plan to force Queen Isabella to abdicate next weekend."

"So fast?"

The bishop did not show surprise like Miss Windsor. The old man nodded calmly:

"That's fine. If you keep putting it off, there will always be problems. And according to our observations, Queen Isabella doesn't seem to be as repulsive to you as she thought... Next weekend is still ten days away. Time. Are you ready? Although the church can help you, it cannot declare its support in public, so it can only use its power in private... I think private power is enough."

The thumb of his left hand rubs the surface of the ring on the index finger of his right hand.

"I understand this. We are quite well prepared, probably. I plan to spread the news one day next week, announcing that I will give a speech on financial reform on Saturday or Sunday, and expose a big scam here. At the same time, two or three public speeches will be given next week to attract audiences before the action begins. I think this will attract more people to the speeches at the weekend to ask Queen Isabella to abdicate in the final speech. , as long as two-thirds of the people present support me when I fall, it will basically be fine. After all, the nobles of this country have won everything they should fight for. The navy fully supports me. Although the situation of the army is not ideal, it is not nothing. . As long as my successor’s identity can be confirmed in that public place, Miss Windsor and Marquis Michael will take care of the rest, and the church can also be of great help.”

"It sounds pretty good, but the details still need to be dealt with. When I find time, I will talk to the girl named Windsor. I can also meet with Marquis Michael recently. The Holy See probably also has someone in Beldiran. Action... The other eleven churches will definitely have grudges against the Holy Son of the Sage Church becoming the king, especially the king of Fidicli, but as long as you can do it without using extraordinary means, it is just politics If you fight, you will get the crown, and they probably won't say anything, after all, times have changed..."

The bishop murmured to himself that although he was not a political figure, having been in charge of the Archdiocese of Nolan for so many years, the bishop's life experience and political level were definitely far superior to those of the young foreign visitor:

"But what scam are you trying to expose? Have you seen through anything?"

The bishop inquired again curiously.

"It's not important, it's just a reason to attract people. I can improvise one in the past few days and let people act in it. It's not troublesome."

He said vaguely, filling up the biggest loophole in the plan. Of course, the bishop didn't know what Jenkins in front of him had done and what his plans were, so he praised the young man he liked for his abilities in his heart. He had no idea what the other person's purpose was for this matter and how he planned to use this thing to achieve the goal. Several goals.

Now that the wrench is obtained and the crime coin is obtained, all preparations for going underground again have been completed. Jenkins' original intention was not to delay and go tonight, and he had even made an appointment with Alexia tonight.

But towards evening, when he was cooking with Julia at home, the church suddenly sent someone to ask Jenkins to go to the church as soon as possible, so the evening plan could only be postponed until tomorrow.

"Speaking of which, why do you cook with your maid?"

Of course the person who came to the Jenkins house to call him was Dad.

"I saw Julia cooking by herself in the kitchen, and I had nothing to do, so I went to help her."

Jenkins answered honestly, and then was looked at by his father's scrutinizing eyes for a long time.

Of course something happened again when Jenkins was called to the church, which was considered a normal situation. This time it's not about the Cult of Lies, or the Gear Crafters Guild, or the tree house peeking out of the ground again. Nolan has a new trick, and it’s a trick specifically targeting clergy:

A-11-1-8821 [Priest is dead].

A-11-1-8821 [Priest is Dead], this kind of monster will only appear in human gathering places with churches and more than 20 ordinary clergy. The scope of activities after the monster appears is limited to the "parish". That is to say, in the area artificially divided by humans, one will never go to another parish before the incident is over or is forcibly terminated.

The characteristic of the monster is that at the beginning of the incident, an ordinary priest in the local parish is randomly replaced, possessing the other person's appearance, voice and all memories. The priest will then tend to work within the diocese to spread the faith to the people. But the belief spread is no longer the god that the original priest believed in, but a god who is called "unreadable".

Even with Jenkins' authority, he couldn't know what the blackened place was, but his father hinted that it was related to [Dream of the Ancient Gods] and asked Jenkins not to pay too much attention to it. That was not the point.

The replaced priest will use a very efficient method to make ordinary people follow the god he believes in. Past data shows that this is a method similar to spiritual sealing and soul replacement, which essentially tamper with human thoughts. When the number of ordinary people he successfully preaches exceeds 2, the priest will try to contact other ordinary priests in the diocese to make them individuals with the same characteristics.

Chapter 1866 Chapter 1837 Tobacco Reappears

The second priest who became a monster also had the means to copy the characteristics to other ordinary priests after teaching two people. And all these priests who spread "unreadable" beliefs will copy their characteristics after the number of preachers reaches 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, etc., so that their members will continue to expand.

People who choose to follow "unreadable" gods have no other dangerous abilities or actions other than changing their beliefs. But when the number of normal ordinary priests in the entire diocese is less than two-fifths of the number at the beginning of the [Priest is Dead] event, all the specific priests in the entire diocese and those people who have been tampered with their beliefs will They gathered together spontaneously and initiated rituals that allowed the parish to escape from the confines of the material world and enter a terrifying space unknown to anyone.

From what little information the church has learned, the priest refers to the space to which he ultimately travels as the "Dark Realm." But the church believes that this is not the name of a space outside the material world, but represents the disappearing parish that has become the food of the evil thing in the void. The dark realm probably means the terrifying mouth of the behemoth entrenched in the void.

Although this is just a guess, it is accepted by most people.

The way to prevent the [Priest is Dead] incident from evolving to its final severity is very simple. Just kill all the priests whose bodies have been usurped, and the incident will naturally end. Although after this, ordinary people who change their beliefs will fall into negative mental states such as confusion and mania for a short period of time, at least this can be cured naturally over time.

Those individual priests have the strength of human level 7 benefactors, and will show strong mental pollution and mental control methods to hostile individuals. This requires at least a team led by a demigod gifted person to be able to subdue them. Fortunately, the current Nolan City can be regarded as the city with the least shortage of demigods in this time period in the material world.

Because it was impossible to devote all his energy to this one thing, Jenkins, who had nothing to do at home all night, was called by the church to help. The church believed that although Jenkins was not a demigod, he had stronger mental resistance than most demigods, so he was asked to lead a team of scribes into the city to search for those priests.

Working with him was Captain Bincy's team, which was the elite of the Sage Church in Nolan Parish. Working with Jenkins also meant to help protect him.

Of course, the group was not just wandering around the city to try their luck. After a simple discussion, the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods divided the parish into areas in the form of a grid according to the past methods of dealing with similar types of monsters. Each team only needs to be responsible for one area, and there will also be a large number of mobile teams patrolling across areas to assist in cross-area pursuits.

The area that Jenkins and others were assigned to was the dock area in the west of the city. Although on the map, there were no residences in that small square, the church was still worried about the gatekeepers guarding the docks and warehouses, or the sailors on the boats moored at the docks. He would encounter a "priest", so Jenkins appeared at the dock at around nine o'clock that night.

"Although my home is not far from the pier, I rarely come to the pier at this time. The night wind at the pier is really... choking."

The pier is also covered with mist, but because it is close to the seaside and the wind is a bit strong tonight, the air is much better than in the city, but the smell is still strong.

The group compared the map and came to the area they were responsible for. Jenkins and Captain Binsey discussed and decided to send two people to patrol the dock near the sea. The two of them took the remaining people to quickly check the warehouse in the eastern part of the area and finally visit the ships.

During this period, Jenkins also observed the nearby area with his own eyes, but did not find the aura of the strange creature. He thought that this night would pass without danger, and even wondered whether the church would let him go to other areas to deal with the "priest". But the discovery of the dock warehouse directly disrupted all plans.

"You said you don't know why these things are here?"

Captain Binsey, wearing a patrol police uniform, pointed a pistol at the thin gatekeeper. Jenkins squatted by the wall outside the warehouse and pried open the wooden box that was dug out with a dagger. The other scribes carefully took out the exquisite wooden boxes placed in the straw one by one.

Jenkins took one of them and pushed open the sliding cover. Inside was golden tobacco wrapped in straw paper. He brought the tobacco to his eyes to confirm the existence of a very faint aura:

"It is indeed that kind of tobacco."

He whispered.

This is probably like trying to hunt wolves but hitting a tiger instead.

This is a big problem. The Scent Appreciation Committee has been eliminated, and people affected by tobacco still have no way to heal the affected parts of their souls. The church thought that with the passage of time and the death of this generation, this matter would calm down, but it did not expect that these special tobaccos would still be in circulation.

Captain Binsey understood what Jenkins meant and looked at the janitor with a more vicious look. Under the huge gas lamp above the warehouse door, the poor old and weak janitor shook his head like a rattle:

"I'm just a janitor, how can I know why there are these things here?"

He has a heavy accent and speaks very fast. If it weren't for the fact that these people in front of him were all locals of Nolan, they would definitely not understand what the janitor was saying.

Jenkins looked at him, and Mr. Locke in the team found a letter in the box. Jenkins opened it and glanced at it:

"This letter says that when the box is handed over, the person who receives the box must pay the last three-fifths of the payment to the gatekeeper according to the agreement."

"I'm just a gatekeeper, how would I know why there is a letter here?"

The gatekeeper continued to shake his head.

"Then what is the metal piece in your pocket?"

Jenkins asked.

"I'm just a gatekeeper, how would I know pockets...how do you know there is a spell in my pocket?"

Captain Binsey pulled the trigger very decisively, but after the bullet hit the gatekeeper's head, it was like hitting a very elastic soft candy, and the rebounding bullet almost accidentally injured the people guarding the box on the other side.