The Master of the Strange Realm

"No need, I won't use extreme means, don't worry."

Miss Magic smiled at her.

Chapter 1915 Chapter 1886 The Same Windsor

Compared to Jenkins' subtle thought rewriting, Miss Magic's method is much more direct. She turned her back to Jenkins and Miss Windsor, put her hand on Jessica Windsor's head, and recited a spell in a low voice. Then, the king's illegitimate daughter struggled with a look of horror on her face.

This process lasted ten minutes. When Miss Magic let go of her hand, Jessica Windsor was so sweaty that she looked like she had just crawled out of the pool.

She woke up from the illusion carefully woven by Miss Magic, her face was pale and her whole body was trembling, and she carefully looked around. Even if she said that she had just escaped from a mental sanatorium, some people would probably believe it.

"What did you show her?"

"Some things that normal people should not see. Not only did you have a magical experience, but before I settled in Nolan, I also witnessed the magic and secrets of this world in every corner of the material world."

Miss Magic said, and then asked Jessica Windsor:

"What's your relationship with Jenkins Willamette?"

"To cooperate, I provide him with a living sacrifice, and he provides protection and accepts my commission."

Jessica Windsor's voice was trembling, and this time it wasn't a lie.

"Living sacrifice? What living sacrifice?"

"Healthy male between twenty and forty years old working in the machinery manufacturing industry."

Jenkins suddenly raised his head:

"What?"

This has the same effect as the mystery lock he helped crack recently:

"What does he want these people to do?"

"It is said to be related to a large ceremony."

"What ceremony?"

Miss Magic asked. She was entrusted by Jenkins to investigate the "Rebel" ritual, and she naturally knew what Jenkins was concerned about at the moment.

"I don't know the details, I just know that it involves a strange situation."

"A strange place?"

This is a completely unexpected answer. So far, there is no evidence to prove that the ritual of the Rebel is related to the deception.

"The ritual of the Rebel is related to the treacherous realm? Or is it that the purpose of the Difference Machine in the real world to obtain those brains and brain specimens is not the Rebel?"

Jenkins thought in his mind and asked hurriedly:

"Do you know any more details?"

"No, we are just collaborators. The cooperation contract does not stipulate that both parties must be completely honest about their information."

Knowing that nothing could be asked, Jenkins stopped talking, thinking over and over in his mind whether the information obtained in this possibility would have any impact on reality.

Seeing that Jenkins didn't ask any more questions, Miss Magic continued the topic that she just left unfinished:

"So, the reason why you killed the woman in the photo was not because she found out that you were Isabella's illegitimate daughter, but because she found out about you and Williamte?"

"Yes. Miss Magic has been employed by His Majesty since last year, and then she came into contact with me. She is too smart. She pretends not to know, but she insists on investigating."

Jessica Windsor said timidly. The corner of Miss Magic's mouth twitched, and then she suddenly raised her hand and slapped the other person in the face with a loud slap.

This shocked the other two people.

Jenkins was still deep in thought, but was awakened by the crisp voice. This was the first time he had seen Miss Magic use such an ungentlemanly approach. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he had never seen a female friend around him slap an enemy.

"I won't kill you, you're just lying."

Miss Magic snorted, and then motioned for Jenkins to step forward and continue asking. Jenkins stared at her hand for a while, and then sighed in his heart that women are indeed not easy to mess with.

Miss Magic had already caused the other party's mental breakdown, and when it came time for Jenkins' interrogation, there was no longer any difficulty. Since there was still no sign of return so far, Jenkins asked Jessica Windsor in detail what she knew about Jenkins Willamette and who Miss Magic was.

The character and way of doing things of Miss Magic are not much different from the real Miss Magic. Jenkins Willamt, on the other hand, has almost nothing in common with the real Willamt.

Jenkins emphatically inquired whether Jenkins here had a cat. After getting a negative answer, he was even more convinced that the so-called Willamt in the possible world was definitely a Willamt whose body had not been occupied by a foreigner.

The most astonishing thing is the way Jessica Windsor behaves. Her style is very similar to Queen Isabella. They are both the kind of people who don't care much about the cost to achieve their goals.

When Jenkins spoke sarcastically to her, she remained silent and cowered in fear. But when Jenkins revealed his disrespect for Queen Isabella in her words, she seemed to have overcome her fear of the three people in an instant, and blurted out her retort:

"Your Majesty is never wrong."

"So how did she make her daughter become like this? I believe you still have a basic sense of right and wrong. You should understand that a normal mother would never have the heart to let her daughter become like you are now. "

Miss Magic couldn't help but sarcastically said.

"No, it's not her fault."

It could be seen that Jessica Windsor was very scared, but she still had the courage to refute Miss Magic:

"It's all my own fault that I am who I am now. It was the environment in which I grew up that made me what I am now, not hers."

"Are you saying that the Duke of Windsor and his family made you what you are now?"

Miss Windsor finally couldn't help but speak, which involved slander against her family.

"Yes, this is caused by the environment in which I was raised. I believe that even if a person with a completely different background grew up there, or even if the Duke of Windsor had his own daughter, he would become just like me."

"No, absolutely not."

Miss Windsor immediately shook her head. She herself was a good example.

"Even if I don't show myself like this, as long as I grow up there, the violence hidden in my character and the idea of ​​using any means to achieve my goals will be hidden in my heart from the beginning. This is destined."

Jessica Windsor looked at Miss Windsor. Among the three people in the group, the one she was least afraid of was Miss Windsor.

"I know the Windsor...children, and they're not like this."

"Yeah?"

Jessica Windsor showed her a somewhat sick smile:

"Then if you think about it carefully, would you disregard morality and the interests of others in order to get something that does not belong to you?"

Miss Windsor wanted to object immediately, but when she suddenly saw Jenkins in front of her, she couldn't express her objection.

At the same time, she asked herself from the bottom of her heart whether there was really any difference between herself and the somewhat crazy woman in front of her. Of course there was a difference between the two, but what frightened Miss Windsor was that she found that she actually saw some of herself in the woman in front of her.

Not only the name and gender, but when she looked at each other, what she saw in those eyes was another woman who was similar to herself in her bones.

"I......"

She raised her hand again to cover her heart, but Jenkins already noticed something was wrong and stood directly between Miss Windsor and Jessica Windsor.

"Don't look into her eyes, she used her powers."

Jenkins said.

"Is that so...yes, that's it."

Miss Magic didn't see any clues about the other party's ability. She originally wanted to ask, but when she saw Jenkins blinking at her, she immediately nodded and agreed with him:

"Yes, she is lying. She is using her psychic powers to influence you."

Jenkins did not give Jessica Windsor a chance to object, and directly blocked her mouth with a vine like a mask, and then said to Miss Magic:

"You guys go to the side room to rest for now, I will do the rest."

Jenkins has never entered the treacherous realm with a level 0 benefactor, and his own experience of entering the treacherous realm at level 0 has no reference value. Therefore, he does not know whether it is a normal phenomenon for Miss Windsor to be affected so easily, or whether it is The influence of the Dark Soul, or her own resistance to mental influences is somewhat low.

But in short, after he and Jessica Windsor were left alone, things became much simpler. The two continued to ask and answer questions, and Jenkins learned more about the world.

If we talk about the above possibility, the three of them found the key point by relying on it, learned important information from Queen Windsor, and met the qualifications to leave. So in this world, it is purely because we know too many details and differences that we are qualified to leave.

The door frame was flashing with white light. Jenkins no longer paid attention to the already crazy woman, and stepped through the door and returned to the corridor with his companions. The world behind him immediately collapsed.

The corridor full of doors was dry and deserted. A three-handed bald old man huddled on a high stool and looked at the three people. Miss Magic's face was as usual, Jenkins' face was expressionless, and Miss Windsor's face was still ugly, leaning against Jenkins, unwilling to say a word.

"It's okay, it's just the last time."

He comforted his companion again, and Miss Windsor nodded. For some reason, her chapped lips moved, but in the end she said nothing. Jenkins then realized that the group had not eaten or drank for a long time, probably five or six hours.

Neither he nor Miss Magic were afraid of hunger and thirst, but Miss Windsor was not.

"Drink some water first."

There is no need to use [reading and writing], after all, the ability can only be used once. He took out the holy spring water bottle, carefully held Miss Windsor's chin, and fed her the holy spring water. Although there was only one sip of water in the bottle, the holy spring that nourished the body and mind seemed to recall all the strength of the body in an instant.

Miss Windsor's complexion became much better, and the old man above her head also began to summarize:

"You killed yourself again without hesitation. Do you really have no worries in your heart?"

"No."

That's not him at all, how could he hesitate. He quite understands the difference between Jenkins and Jenkins, and he completely understood it during the Stranger incident.

PS: I forgot in the previous chapter that the [Machinist] ability cannot be used a second time. Changed, refresh visible.

Chapter 1916 Chapter 1887 Apprentice Hathaway

"What a terrible man."

The bald old man said this about Jenkins, and the pure black hand behind his back reached out to him again. Jenkins instinctively wanted to hide away, but knew that this was a necessary process, so he did not move.

After that, he had a blank bubble again, which meant that in addition to [The Uncrowned King], he now had a chance to think about [The Blessing of Books].

If it weren't for Miss Windsor by his side, he really wanted to come here with more people, and no one would say no to the blank ability bubble.

Because there was no Miss Windsor in the previous world, Miss Windsor did not gain anything. Miss Magic gained a power related to fire, because she burned her own body.

Although Jenkins also burned "his" body, people cannot be generalized, so the gains of the two are not the same.

The third door was opened by the black hand. As expected, the door was still the section of St. George Street where Dad's antique shop was located. The weather was gloomy, and the thick fog was diffused on the street, which was no different from the real world. There were no pedestrians on the street, only a torn newspaper rolling on one side of the street with the wind and fog.

"I emphasize this."

Before setting off, Jenkins said to his companions:

"There is definitely no 'me' in the next world, and no matter what life trajectory you two have in this world, remember, it has nothing to do with the real you."

This sentence was mainly said to Miss Windsor, who also realized this, and said "um" softly, looking up at Jenkins:

"Can you answer me a question? What kind of person am I in your eyes? No need to say compliments, I want to know my shortcomings."

The words of Jessica Windsor, who had a different appearance just now, made Miss Windsor begin to doubt whether she was really the person she thought she was. This is a very philosophical question, and she can't solve it herself, so she wants to ask Jenkins for help.

"Disadvantages?"

Jenkins thought for a while:

"Although independent, sometimes not strong enough. You have experienced some hardships, but not too much setbacks, so your spirit is not strong enough."

He was telling the truth.

"So do you think I'm a good person or a bad person? Am I the kind of person who will do anything to achieve my goal?"

"Absolutely not. If you were, you should have supported me to kill Queen Isabella directly."

He looked at Miss Magic and motioned her to say something. But the lady just looked at the two of them, very interested in the conversation, but she didn't intend to participate.

"Let's do this. After we go out, I'll teach you the basics of the Gifter and help you take a good look at this world. The Gifter has a unique way of understanding himself. When you go further, you will understand how unnecessary today's worries are."

Jenkins smiled at her, trying to make Miss Windsor relax:

"Besides, your current worries don't mean that you are a good person? A thoroughly bad person doesn't care what kind of person he is."

He smiled very gently, probably because he rarely smiled and always kept a serious look on weekdays. This expression actually made Miss Windsor stunned for a moment.

She suddenly blushed, turned her head and stopped looking at Jenkins:

"I understand, let's go."

So the three of them stepped over the door frame again and entered the last test of this strange world.

The smell in the air was exactly the same as in reality. This world without Jenkins was very similar to the world where the strangers came.

Without any other goals, the three of them went directly to Dad's antique shop as they did before. The interior of the shop was still exactly the same as the first two possibilities, and Dad also welcomed the three guests who appeared in this boring evening with the same sentence, and even when the three came in, his action of holding the newspaper was exactly the same.