The Master of the Strange Realm

Queen Windsor asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

Miss Magic said, looking at her curiously, as if looking at some precious animal. The red-eyed Queen Windsor didn't pay attention to this offensive look. She looked at Miss Windsor and asked:

"So madam, may I know who you are? I don't want to retaliate against you, I just want to know who you are."

Miss Windsor, whose face was still a little pale, looked at Jenkins. After seeing Jenkins nod, she temporarily took the charm presented by Miss Magic out of her pocket and placed it on the table. Immediately, her face changed back to its original appearance.

Queen Windsor looked at her, and Miss Windsor looked at her. The two stared at each other for a full half minute, neither of them spoke.

"I am not an illegitimate child, nor your sister. I come from another world, a slightly different world. I live a very good life there. Your Majesty has also found Middleton's true successor. I am... Help that person become the king. I am free, and I have even become a gifter, and I can follow my friend to see the world. Yes, Middleton’s successor is him.”

Miss Windsor pointed at Jenkins. Seeing everyone looking over, Jenkins nodded seriously, although he didn't know what the meaning of nodding at this time could be.

"We should go."

he said softly to the two ladies.

After this, this world will disappear. The three-armed bald old man guarding the strange place said that the timeline of the material world is extremely stable, and there is no possibility of splitting. Everything here is fake, just an illusion based on possibility. Without observers, nature will Will collapse.

"I see."

Miss Windsor walked towards Jenkins and Miss Magic who had already walked to the door. When she was about to join them, she heard the man behind the desk say softly, like a sigh:

"Are you satisfied with all this?"

"Yes."

"Then you must be happy."

Miss Windsor paused for a moment, without turning her head, but continued forward. After meeting the two of them, the three of them opened the door and walked out together.

Jenkins turned his head immediately after going out and returned to the corridor full of doors. The door the three of them had just walked out of was closed again after they all returned.

But he saw a very weak light fly out before the door crack closed and went straight into Miss Windsor's body. He wanted to express some opinions, but Miss Magic spoke faster than him:

"It's so outrageous. Why did you become like that?"

She supported Miss Windsor and asked Jenkins.

"I'm also very curious. There are still traces of Miss Windsor's changes, but my changes are really big."

He said in a joking tone, and Miss Magic looked him up and down:

"When you were dealing with yourself just now, the iron-gray book you used was very interesting. Why do I feel that the power of that book is..."

"Don't worry, I am indeed on the side of justice."

He said this, without giving Miss Magic a chance to ask questions, and looked at Miss Windsor again. Probably because of what he said after confessing his identity to Queen Windsor at the end, his face looked better at this time.

He was sober and left the road in time to prevent the conversation from going deeper, otherwise nothing might have happened.

"Does your chest still hurt?"

he asked with concern.

"There are still some, but nothing serious."

Miss Windsor forced a smile. Jenkins couldn't stare at her chest for a long time because it was rude, so he looked at her face and said:

"Everything that happened here is false. After this, if we encounter a similar situation again, communicate more with Miss Magic and me. You still have friends here. A few more words of communication will always be useful."

Chapter 1912 Chapter 1883 The second possibility

Regarding Jenkins's opinion, Miss Windsor just nodded and said no more. Miss Magic had no intention of continuing the topic. She also nodded to Jenkins, so Jenkins looked at the three-armed bald old man huddled on the high stool:

"Open the second door."

"Before that, there's a summary."

The old man said, his voice still so weird.

This corridor is windless and completely enclosed. The dry and bitter air makes the mood extremely depressing. Even without the influence of the strange environment, normal people may suffer from mental problems if they stay there for a long time.

Jenkins has always been responsible for communicating with the elderly. Miss Magic protected Miss Windsor from behind and asked her to try to avoid the natives who could sense the strange situation with any senses.

"The possibilities are interesting, aren't they?"

the old man asked, but received no answer.

So the dark hand behind his back first pointed at Jenkins:

"Killing yourself without hesitation is like killing a stranger. Your awareness of self-independence is very good. If you kill yourself, you will gain a share of your own power. This is very common. It’s true, it’s a gift from killing.”

A bubble floated out from the black palm, and after entering Jenkins' forehead, he had a blank bubble.

"What an unexpected surprise, the book...no, the Uncrowned King has been found."

"You can't recognize yourself or others. You're simply lucky. Among thousands of possibilities, few people can encounter the best one."

He pointed at Miss Windsor. This sentence probably hinted at something. Miss Windsor didn't have time to think more in the dizziness. She closed her eyes and felt someone stuffed something into her hand.

That couldn't be Jenkins, Jenkins was still far away, and it couldn't be Miss Magic, Miss Magic's hand was not that cold, so it could only be the black hand.

She opened her eyes and saw a magnifying glass with a round polished crystal on the top of the wooden handle painted blood red.

Miss Magic was not given any items by the black hand, because she didn't exist in the previous world.

Next, the old man didn't give the three people time to communicate. The black hand opened the door on the left side diagonally opposite the door just now. Behind the door was still the familiar Fifth Queen's Avenue:

"Have a good trip."

The creepy voice said.

"Okay, let's go."

Jenkins looked at his companions and still walked to the front. Then Miss Magic and Miss Windsor also crossed the threshold and followed. The door closed behind them, and the street surrounded by a faint gray mist was more like the real world than the previous rainy Nolan.

"This time it looks more normal than the last time."

Miss Magic commented, and then asked Jenkins:

"Are you still going there?"

She pointed to Dad's Antique Shop.

Jenkins didn't quite understand why the entrances to the Possible World were both not far from Dad's Antique Shop. But since he was already here, he naturally had to go and take a look.

The door of the antique shop was pushed open with the sound of the bell. Dad was still reading the newspaper behind the counter, and there was still no Jenkins Williamette in the antique shop.

After the usual welcome statement, Dad looked up at the three young men with disguised faces. Jenkins looked at the main entrance of the store behind him. Seeing that no one followed them into the antique shop this time, he officially started talking to his father:

"Do you have newspapers here? We need some newspapers."

"Old newspapers? Yes, but because it is difficult to preserve, the whole set of old newspapers only has Nolan Evening News and Kingdom..."

"No, we want this."

Jenkins pointed to the newspaper in his father's hand. The father looked at him puzzledly and nodded hesitantly:

"Okay, take it directly, no money."

He stuffed the newspaper to Jenkins, who flipped it roughly twice, left a one-shilling note and walked out with his friends.

"Since you didn't stay to talk to that old man Oliver, you must have found clues in the newspaper. So, tell me the news that surprised you the most."

On the street, Miss Magic said to Jenkins.

"I am still a wanted criminal, and the reward amount is the same as last time."

Jenkins shook his head and handed the page with the wanted notice to Miss Magic, and Miss Windsor also came over. There was a black and white photo of Jenkins on the bounty, and the description of the crime was similar to what I heard from my father in the last world.

"Is that the case again? It seems that you really have the potential to become a criminal."

Miss Magic said jokingly, and seeing that Jenkins was still flipping through the newspaper, she continued:

"Since you are still here, and I am not in the last possibility, then there must be no Miss Windsor this time. Is there any information about me in the newspaper?"

"I haven't seen you yet, nor have I seen any news about the meeting of the three kings, but Queen Isabella still came to Nolan for a visit. It seems that no matter what, at this time, the Queen of Fidictli will appear in Nolan. Oh?"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Jenkins suddenly stop, Miss Magic asked.

"I saw something very strange, and it has nothing to do with the royal family and politics. There is a message about the sale of a house here. The address is St. George Street, which is my home. The waiting time for the sale has been very long. It seems that I have never owned that house, which is not surprising..."

This time there is no conspicuous information in the hands of the three people. In the world without Miss Windsor, if you want to find information, you can only look for it from the other two people. But the other two people were not the kind of people who had a fixed schedule, so it was not easy to find their whereabouts.

But relatively speaking, compared with the wanted cultist Jenkins William, Miss Magic's whereabouts might be easier to find. So the three of them discussed it and decided to try to find Miss Magic here first. This was a completely luck-based behavior, and Miss Magic couldn't tell where she should be at this time.

But luck was pretty good. When checking the third possible location, which was the barren mountain outside the Nolan suburban cemetery, Miss Magic's traces were finally found in the cabin in the woods.

She didn't see her directly, but found traces of life here. Miss Magic went to check the basement of the cabin in the woods, and Jenkins and Miss Windsor were rummaging around in the small house.

He was forbidden to look directly at the wardrobe, so he could only look through the bookshelf. Miss Magic had a lot of books in her collection. His eyes observed the titles on the spines of the books. Before he found any clues, he heard Miss Magic's shouting from the basement.

Chapter 1913 Chapter 1884 Illegitimate Daughter

Letting Miss Windsor stay in the hut on the ground floor and not go down, Jenkins quickly jumped down to the basement. There were no lamps installed in the basement, only the candlesticks on the table provided light.

Miss Magic stood by the wall in a panic, her back to the candle, so the shadow covered the relatively fresh corpse in front of her, so fresh that Jenkins thought the death time might not exceed an hour.

At least from the face, it was Miss Magic's body, no scars could be seen on the surface, but the heart had stopped beating. Although the spiritual light in the strange world was mixed and the Eye of Truth was severely limited, it was still possible to judge whether the gifter was dead at close range.

"It is indeed dead."

Jenkins squatted down and checked it once, and put his hand on the other's neck:

"I don't feel the poison, is this like... a curse?"

"Mr. Candle, please step aside first, I want to confirm that this is really 'my' body."

Miss Magic said very strongly, she looked just surprised, not panicked, which was in sharp contrast to Miss Windsor just now.

"Well, call me if there is anything."

As he said, he returned to the ground from the basement again and told Miss Windsor about the situation below. Miss Windsor looked a little worried, but Jenkins had confidence in his friend.

It was just that the time taken by Miss Magic to check was too long. Jenkins even asked twice about the situation below, and Miss Magic asked him to be patient.

After being allowed to enter the basement again, Jenkins found that the body was disheveled at a glance.

"Oh?"

"Oh what?"

Miss Magic asked back, and when she saw Jenkins tilted his head and didn't speak, she said:

"Confirmed, it is definitely my body. I checked the cause of death and did find traces of the curse. But it is not a regular curse. Have you heard of [Seven Days of Rebirth]?"

"Of course I have heard of it."

The old elf encountered this kind of weird curse some time ago, but this curse can be broken as long as you insist on not sleeping for 24 hours. Therefore, Jenkins had an idea:

"I thought of one thing. In the real world we live in, at the current time, the curse of rebirth in seven days is indeed in Nolan, but it was encountered by one of my elders not long ago. Since my fate has changed in this possibility, then maybe the elder who should have encountered this weird curse did not encounter it, so it was encountered by "you."

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was reasonable. Without the stranger, the probability of Jenkins encountering the old elf became very low. Moreover, if the two had never met, the old elf should have died a few months ago and could not live to the present time.

"But how could you die from this curse? Don't you know what it is? No, the way to die after rebirth in seven days doesn't seem to be like this. You should be occupied by evil spirits."

"So rebirth in seven days is only part of the cause of my death. I think there must be a reason why I died here. If we find out this reason, we can probably leave this story."

The magic lady said, she looked a little angry, angry that she died so easily.

Jenkins wanted to bury "Miss Magic" and then leave here and return to the city, which was not troublesome, but Miss Magic rejected this "friendly" proposal. She asked Jenkins to help move the body to the ground, get some dry firewood from the nearby forest, and then set fire to the body by herself.

"Okay, let's continue the investigation."

She watched herself being engulfed by the blazing fire without changing her expression, which made Jenkins and Miss Windsor very impressed.

The dead Miss Magic did not leave a diary or letter next to the body. Although this is a good habit, it is a bit bad for the three people now.

Fortunately, there are not no clues. Miss Magic knows herself very well. She used special means to deal with the fire to ensure that the body was completely burned to ashes, and in the ashes, she found a copper pipe.

"Can I ask where you hide this in your body?"

Jenkins couldn't help asking curiously, and then Miss Windsor couldn't help patting him on the shoulder. This possible world has little to do with Miss Windsor. She seems to be in much better spirits. If it weren't for the constant influence of the strange environment, maybe even her complexion would be completely restored to normal.

"Here."