The Master of the Strange Realm

"This spring, about three months ago."

Jenkins counted the days, and he should be in Loen at that time, living with Her Royal Highness the Princess and Alexia.

He didn't know what the possibility of the outsider not coming meant, but in short, he understood that the strange ability of the [Machinist] may not only be related to the knowledge of the other world in the outsider's mind, but maybe Jenkins himself Such a unique talent.

Otherwise, it is completely unexplainable why Jenkins here would choose to combine the power of life and machinery.

"found it."

He suddenly said, reaching out and pressing it on the newspaper. Dad wanted to see what he was pointing at, but Jenkins was showing it to Miss Magic.

The latter stood on tiptoes, stretched out his head, read the sentence, and understood what Jenkins meant:

"...A fire broke out in Building B, No. 38 Tibister Avenue, and Joelle Newspapers located here was forced to move to..."

The address of 38B Tibbister Avenue should belong to Miss Magic's "Howard Detective Agency".

Miss Magic didn't know that the Jenkins who had just been killed was actually not the Jenkins she knew. She just thought that there was a variable in this world. Now that Jenkins exists, the possibility that the absence of Miss Windsor will affect her detective agency address is very small, so she believes that the variable in this world is the lack of herself.

"Mr. Oliver, do you know the Duke of Windsor?"

"of course I know."

Dad replied, looking at the three people in front of him hesitantly:

"Why are you asking? The Duke of Windsor is connected to Jenkins Willemt?"

"No, I want to know, does the Duke of Windsor have a daughter?"

"Of course, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor..."

"His Majesty?"

Miss Windsor's voice was a little distorted. Jenkins' original intention was to confirm again that Miss Windsor existed in this world, but he didn't expect to ask for other information.

Dad looked at Miss Windsor suspiciously, and then said slowly:

“Yes, Your Majesty Jessica Windsor.

Probably last winter, I think about it, yes, in December, the previous Queen Isabella died unexpectedly. In accordance with her will, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor succeeded to the throne... Oh, honestly, did you really not know about this? "

It can be seen that the father has made no secret of his doubts about the origins of the three people, but this is not true at all, and his doubts will not have any impact.

"Queen Isabella is dead?"

Jenkins confirmed in a low voice, and then looked at Miss Magic suspiciously. He didn't understand why the lack of Miss Magic and the Stranger's world would affect this matter. After all, the Queen should have nothing to do with the wanted criminal Jenkins and Miss Magic at this time.

"The Butterfly Effect?"

He guessed, and then continued to ask:

"We also heard about the death of Queen Isabella when we were living in seclusion in the forest south of Chesland, but I want to know what the church thinks of the death of Queen Isabella? After asking this question, we left immediately . After that, you can choose to submit our information to the church, and it doesn’t matter, the three of us don’t think we are bad people.”

He heard the magical lady beside him laugh uncooperatively, but he had to keep a straight face and pretend to be serious.

"You want to hear tidbits from me? There was no autopsy on the body of the former queen..."

Miss Windsor raised her head to look at her father, and both Jenkins and Miss Magic noticed the pain in her eyes.

"Why?"

Jenkins asked:

"I can understand that the Death Church cannot conduct an autopsy on the king, but didn't the National Police Agency conduct an autopsy either?"

"Her Majesty Windsor claimed that she and her servants saw Her Majesty Isabella fall down the stairs and therefore no post-mortem examination was required."

Dad said, and then he saw the strange expressions of the three of them.

"So the rumor is that His Majesty Windsor murdered..."

Dad noticed that Miss Windsor suddenly closed her eyes and thought she was going to speak, but she didn't.

"It was Her Majesty Windsor who murdered Her Majesty Isabella, but no one has any evidence. Oh, damn, I'm just an antique shop owner. I don't understand politics. Please don't continue to ask for more details. Do you think the civil servants of the Orthodox Church Should personnel be concerned about this matter?"

Chapter 1909 Chapter 1880 Windsor and Windsor

Dad seemed a little irritable, so Jenkins left the antique store with his companions as agreed. There was no valuable news here.

It's still raining outside, but fortunately the umbrellas of the three dead people just now can be used.

"Why does a world where I don't exist have such a big impact on you?"

Walking on the street, Miss Magic asked Jenkins very curiously:

"Let's not mention Miss Windsor for the moment. Although her change is a bit big and she has become the queen of her country, it is still reasonable if you think about it carefully. And you actually fell from the holy son of the Orthodox Church to a wanted cultist. , this change is too big, right? Does it mean that my destiny plays a decisive role in the story of the world? "

She probably thought too much, but Jenkins did not refute Miss Magic's point of view, nor did he continue the conversation:

"We'll talk about this later. Now that 'I' am dead and you don't exist, let's go see that 'His Majesty Windsor' next. If we still don't meet the conditions for leaving, then go to my home on Privet Drive. Look for clues.”

He said this, but he knew that the most likely clue was still in "His Majesty Windsor".

This proposal was made to the two ladies. Miss Magic had no objection. She was very excited and satisfied with this treacherous situation, especially since it seemed to be a treacherous situation with a low degree of danger. Miss Windsor walked behind the two of them with her head lowered and did not speak for a long time.

"Miss Windsor?"

He shouted, but there was still no reply, so he changed his address:

"Jessica?"

Miss Windsor finally raised her head from under the umbrella as if she had just woken up, and Jenkins noticed that her eyes were a little red.

"It doesn't matter, everything here is false, just a possibility. You see, when I killed myself, I didn't hesitate at all. The Queen Isabella who died here is not Queen Isabella; here The Queen Windsor is not the real Jessica Windsor, so there is no need to be sad about this kind of thing.”

"She has not experienced as much as you have, and you may not realize that this world is affecting us, making us unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood."

Miss Magic walked a little slower, and was level with Miss Windsor, and said to her:

"Jenkins and I are both here. No matter what happens, we will be responsible for it. You don't need to pay attention to everything that happens here. Just treat it as a dream."

"I will not kill her no matter what."

Miss Windsor murmured to herself as if she hadn't heard Miss Magic's words. Miss Magic looked at Jenkins standing in the rain with some embarrassment:

"It seems that she has been affected by the strange situation more than the two of us. There is no other way now. You can give her some mental stimulation to make her sober. Otherwise, I am worried that after we meet the current Queen, Miss Windsor will It will collapse."

"What kind of mental stimulation?"

Jenkins asked.

"You understand."

Miss Magic held the umbrella with one hand, covered her mouth with the other hand and chuckled, showing an ambiguous expression.

Jenkins opened his mouth to object, but also knew that this seemed to be what had to be done. Time was running out, so he didn't hesitate anymore. He walked up to Miss Windsor, put his left hand on her shoulder, and lowered his head to look at her.

Miss Windsor, whose eyes were a little confused, also noticed the close gaze with Jenkins at this moment, her face suddenly turned red, her eyes were full of panic, she bit her lip, and finally closed her eyes facing Jenkins.

"Feel sorry."

He said softly and slowly closed his eyes. Then, two silver bands of light that only he could see flowed around him like rushing silver rivers.

Instead of bending her fingers, she blew gently. While Miss Windsor felt the warm airflow on her forehead, some silver dust like stardust entered her mind.

Jenkins slowly backed away and watched Miss Windsor suddenly open her eyes. Her eyes were blank for a few seconds, and then she suddenly threw away her umbrella very rudely, lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.

Miss Magic quickly walked over and picked up an umbrella to protect her from the rain. She also turned around and asked Jenkins in confusion:

"what have you done."

He reminded me softly in the rain:

"I meant for you to kiss her."

"Of course I know what you mean, but am I such a person? As for what I have done, have you ever heard of the ability of [Giving Knowledge]?"

"I heard...what did you show her?"

Miss Magic believes that she has done her best to her employer.

"You'll never get an answer from me."

Jenkins shook his head quickly.

Miss Magic squinted at him for two seconds, then turned to look at Miss Windsor, trying to get an answer from her.

"With the reputation of the Windsor family, you are destined to gain nothing."

The blushing Miss Windsor grabbed the umbrella and walked out first, not letting anyone see her expression at the moment. Upon seeing this, Jenkins immediately followed. Miss Magic was a little late, staring at Jenkins' back not knowing what she was thinking.

In this possible world, Belduran is still the capital of the Kingdom of Fidictri, but Queen Windsor happens to be visiting Norland at this point in time. Jenkins had just read the news in the newspaper, so he wanted to meet her.

There is no shining star of destiny in the sky, and the coming of the end is just a rumor. Therefore, there are no church benefactors protecting and monitoring the royal family at this time.

This made it easier for the three Jenkins to infiltrate. Now, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor is in the mansion where Queen Isabella is staying in reality.

Nolan in the possible world is experiencing an ordinary rainy afternoon. In the study room of the royal residence, Jenkins gently closed the door, then looked up and saw Queen Windsor in a luxurious dress, standing in front of the window in panic.

The window was closed and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she knocked. Miss Magic and Miss Windsor stood side by side not far away. Miss Magic's right index and middle fingers were crossed, which was using her magic ability to ensure that no one could disturb this place in a short period of time.

"who are you?"

Even though the fate of Queen Windsor is different, Queen Windsor is still Miss Windsor, and her character is still strong and brave. There is not such a big contrast like the two "Jenkins".

Queen Windsor asked the three strangers. Her right hand was hanging low, with a huge royal ring on it. The left hand was placed on the window sill, which seemed to be a normal posture, but in Miss Windsor's opinion, it was an obvious move to hide nervousness.

Looking at the stranger with this familiar face, the three of them sighed. This is different from the "Jenkins" just now. It can be seen at a glance that that Jenkins is definitely not the same person as the Jenkins they know. But the Queen Windsor in front of her has many similarities with Miss Windsor.

"We are insignificant people. We will leave after asking a few questions. You can also see that we are all gifters, so don't think that anyone can save you."

Jenkins said.

"The Giver? How dare you? Tower Agreement..."

After she became queen, she took the initiative to contact the church and informed the tower agreement of the restrictions on all grantees.

"Tower Protocol? Oh, that does work, but we don't intend to hurt you, provided you can answer our questions."

Jenkins says this isn't the real world and they won't be here long, so they don't have to worry about the Tower Protocol.

"What do you want to ask?"

Queen Windsor frowned and asked.

"let me see......"

Jenkins glanced at Miss Windsor and motioned for her to ask. Only he knows himself best, and he thinks it will be better if Miss Windsor asks.

"Why do you want to be the king of this country?"

Miss Windsor understood what Jenkins meant and asked.

"I am destined to be a king, I am born to be a king. Is there anyone here who is more qualified than me?"

She raised her neck. The snow-white neck was indeed beautiful.

Jenkins had a straight face and was expressionless, while Miss Magic was smiling. Queen Windsor's words were indeed interesting to ordinary people.

"So, Your Majesty...how did Queen Isabella die?"

Miss Windsor asked again.

"I accidentally fell down the stairs and died."

She answered the question with almost no pause, which was consistent with the official information given by her father. But the posture was changed to holding hands on the chest. Miss Windsor believed that this was an action with self-protective meaning.

"lie."

Jenkins said from the side.

"You can choose not to believe it, but this is the answer I give."

Queen Windsor, wearing a ball gown, made an indifferent expression.

"We are unwilling to use those cruel methods to deal with you, so please cooperate."

Seeing the situation, Miss Magic said this, and it was not a threat. She just wanted to play the role of harsh words among the three.

"Oh, then what do you want to do with me?"

The young and beautiful king asked, holding his hands in front of his chest, and tapping the slender white right index finger with a ring on his left arm rhythmically. Her expression looked relaxed, like she was smiling, and overall she was calm and composed.

"I know what you're afraid of, I know what you're worried about, and I know what you're most afraid of."