The Master of the Strange Realm

She was right, this is a science of experience.

"But don't gods still exist in our world?"

Jessica whispered again, and Queen Isabella did not speak for a long time, so Jessica continued to ask:

"I have always insisted that Jenkins is the most suitable candidate."

"......"

The old man sighed deeply:

"Jessica, you must be laughing at me now?"

"How is this possible? But I believe that my point of view has been proved."

"You are right."

Hearing this, Jessica smiled with relief. She raised her head and wanted to continue looking at Jenkins, but Queen Isabella said again:

"It is indeed the best choice to make him king. But... I am really curious, Jessica, have you really never thought of becoming the queen yourself?"

Jessica smiled at her:

"To be honest, of course I have, and for a long time."

"But why should I give way to Jenkins? I now admit that I was wrong in the past. He is really the best candidate, but why did you do that? Love?"

"Of course not, love is something that comes later. At first, I just felt that you were very tired."

"I am tired?"

"So I don't want to be so tired."

Queen Isabella nodded and said nothing more.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jenkins finally finished the last topic about traffic problems. Suddenly, he felt that it was time, so he dropped the document in his hand:

"The next ten years are destined to be a decade of disasters. Anything can happen, expected and unexpected... Here is an initiative... No, I am making a request in my personal capacity."

He was a little tired, so he spoke directly:

"In the next ten years, humans, I mean the human race, whether it is extraordinary forces or ordinary kingdoms, must unite around me, with me as the core, and face what happens next together."

There was silence below, he raised his head, scanned the people from left to right, took a deep breath, and the majestic power that had been suppressed for several hours came out of his body. Those golden colors gradually covered the surroundings, and finally enveloped the entire speech venue.

He was the center of those golden colors, and the suppression effect formed by the power made it difficult for people to look directly at him. Not to mention, the [Fear Aura] with the lowest output also has a certain effect, and the combined effect is amazing.

"Who is in favor? Who is against?"

After scanning the circle and being silent for a few seconds, he asked loudly. Of course no one would speak now. In this situation, even if people objected in their hearts, they would never dare to speak out alone.

"Why not, those who oppose can raise their hands now. Oh, everyone, if anyone opposes the initiative I just proposed, then please raise your hands. I can count your identity information one by one and will never miss a single vote."

He said again, and then of course no one dared to raise their hands. If someone really dared to raise their hands now, then they are either crazy or stupid.

"I can personally represent Fidictelli and agree to the request just now. Speaking of which, although I am the king now, I still have no executive power... Her Majesty Isabella."

He said, the latter nodded and stood up with the help of Jessica:

"No problem, Fidictelli will always follow you, Jenkins."

She would only disagree if she was crazy.

"Then, His Majesty Salhi II."

He looked at the old king who was sitting with Dolores, who shook his head and smiled, refused Dolores's help and stood up alone:

"No problem, Jenkins, your promises are all credible."

This was a reminder to Jenkins that he had promised not to let Fidicteli annex Cheslan.

Chapter 2087 Chapter 2056 The Eighth Emblem

"Then, what about His Majesty Aresio?"

Finally, he asked the young king of Xiangnan. Of course, he didn't want to agree. After all, Jenkins was neither the king of Cheslan nor the husband of the future king of Cheslan. But he knew that among the three kingdoms present, his influence was the smallest, not to mention that even the reluctant "restoration of the country" was completed with the help of other countries.

But he just didn't want to agree. Once he agreed, it was equivalent to letting himself accept the fact that the other party was higher than his status. This was actually Cheslan bowing to Fidicteli and admitting that Cheslan was dependent on Fidicteli.

If it were an ordinary time, just based on the opinions of the domestic people, he could righteously reprimand the other party's fantasy.

But now, it is estimated that many people in the country are eager to become a member of the relatively stable Fidicteli.

Jenkins did not urge him, but just stared at him. The latter was panicked and cold sweat gradually flowed down. Of course, he did not dare to look at Jenkins. Just being stared at, he could feel the terrible pressure in his eyes.

"Okay... no problem."

Reality forced the young king to agree. This is what being controlled by others is like. If the country can be stabilized, he may be able to get some conditions that are beneficial to the country's trade before agreeing.

"So it's not my fault."

Thinking of this, the young descendant of the Aresio family felt much better.

"What is the opinion of the church?"

"No problem."

Pope Ponteff IV gave his answer almost without pause, making other churches roll their eyes. But these are all things that have been discussed before this negotiation. If Jenkins Redemption William can defeat the lie believers, in the remaining days of the 18th century, the Orthodox Church can briefly rely on the virtuous The church is the main one.

"no problem."

The Orthodox Church gave answers one after another. After getting eleven new answers, Jenkins nodded, and then looked in the direction of the False God Church. There are also a lot of these people. Except for a few who are extremely well-informed, because they did not receive the news in advance, they are temporarily stuck in a situation where they don't know how to answer.

"Do you have any objections?"

He asked, but when no one answered, he added:

"In the remaining decades or even hundreds of years of the eighteenth century, temporarily obey my orders...obey the church and help civilization tide over difficulties. Do you have any opinions?"

Seeing that there was still no one speaking, he looked in the direction of the Music Church. Miss Bernreit, who was nominally in charge of the church, was certainly very aware of current affairs:

"No problem, of course no problem."

Jenkins is the fiancé of Hathaway Hertha, one of the leaders of the cult. There is no harm in agreeing to this kind of thing.

With the beginning of the music sect, and the follow-up of other false god sects contacted by the church in advance, everyone also gave their favorable opinions one after another.

As for the small principalities located in the middle of the three kingdoms, although they are actually independent, they are all canonized by the three kingdoms in name, so their opinions can be ignored:

"Then let me ask one last time."

He put his hands on the table in front of him and asked loudly:

"I want to be the leader of human civilization in the next few decades. Who agrees and who opposes?"

The scene was completely silent, so I repeated my previous request again, but this time my words were slightly changed:

"If you agree, please raise your hands."

After a brief silence, whoever raised his hand first, pairs of hands were raised to the sky. The golden color that spread throughout the venue gradually shrank. At the same time, golden light beams shone down from the very high sky, shining directly on Jenkins through the transparent ceiling.

In this skylight, Jenkins sighed, raised his right hand and raised his head, as if to touch the invisible thing:

"Now."

He said softly, but there was actually not much joy in his heart. He had already expected this moment. This is not worthy of joy. At least, at this moment, he only feels infinite melancholy:

"I am the king of mankind."

[The Uncrowned King (yellow spell)] takes shape.

(Chocolate Run...)

Although every time the identity of the savior is truly formed, it must mean that a new [Doomsday Document] can be discovered very close to the location. But this time Jenkins had no time to look for the stone tablet engraved with the fate of the present and the past. After the identity of the eighth savior [The Uncrowned King] truly appeared, in addition to the great strength and spiritual improvement brought by the emergence of abilities, An indescribable feeling appeared in my heart.

This is not the sense of fulfillment that comes with strength, nor is it the satisfaction of accomplishing something big again. He felt that something seemed to be happening to him. The feeling at this moment was as if he had finally reached the end of the journey after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers.

But the problem is that even if he considers the ninth floor of the metal tower as the end of his journey, he still has at least several hours to reach it.

At this moment, except for the emergence of new abilities, neither body nor soul has changed much. He couldn't figure out what the strange feeling was at this moment, so he left in a hurry after finishing his speech and asked the church to do it for him. Systematic physical examination.

Of course, nothing could be found, and we could only conclude that his health was simply abnormal. Even at the level of a gifter, his health is beyond imagination. To put it simply, his body could not detect any disease or injury, as if this body had just been born and none of its organs had been used.

This is of course the effect of [World Tree Seedling] and has nothing to do with Jenkins' feelings after obtaining [Uncrowned King]. He was still confused, but then the church informed him that the full-time photographer responsible for taking pictures had been waiting for more than an hour because of the long speech, so he wanted to know whether he wanted to take pictures before dinner or after dinner:

"Shoot now."

He doesn't have much time left.

He hurriedly informed the ladies around the church, then took the chocolates to his room in the church, and changed into the black formal suit that Blaine and Dolores had chosen for him.

In addition to coats, hats, shoes and even hangings were prepared, and a note was even left to remind Jenkins to remember to wear the ring that symbolized the king's power. After Queen Isabella gave it to him at the racecourse villa in the suburbs last time, she never asked for it back. Jenkins always carried it but never put it on.

As for Chocolate, of course it doesn’t like to wear bells and refuses to hang bows diagonally next to its ears. In the end, Jenkins held the cat down and reluctantly combed its hair with a comb. Chocolate looked quite unhappy. Until Jenkins approached the empty room where the photo was taken, he looked unwilling to talk to Jenkins.

Chapter 2088 Chapter 2057 Family Photo

When Jenkins walked into the room where the photos were taken with the chocolates, Hathaway, Britney, Alexa, Dolores, Julia, Sigrid and Jessica had already arrived. They wore long dresses of different colors, their carefully styled hair was adorned with various hair accessories, each wore light makeup, and had lace gloves on their arms. It's not too flashy, but it's definitely prepared with care.

They probably discussed everyone's dressing style so that everyone matched perfectly when they stood together.

"I probably know why they didn't show up during the speech."

When they saw Jenkins walking in with the cat, the girls stopped talking and looked at Jenkins and smiled at him.

The original furniture in the room has now been moved away, and even the oil paintings on the wall have been taken off and cleaned carefully. The curtains were closed tightly, with only the chandelier overhead emitting light.

The room was carpeted, and there was a short fabric sofa in the center, which could only accommodate two people. In addition, the elderly photographer and assistant have set up the camera and flash directly opposite the short sofa, and are bending over to make final adjustments.

Dad, Mary, and Bishop Parrod also came over, instructing the nuns to select the decorative oil painting hanging on the wall behind the chair.

"Why is there only one sofa? This can't accommodate everyone."

he asked.

"A sofa that is too long is not conducive to framing, and too many sofas and seats will make the picture look weird. We decided to put only one sofa after discussion. After all, not everyone wants to sit and take pictures. "

Dad replied, as if his mother, Mary Williams, was deliberately trying to see Jenkins' reaction, she asked a very fatal question:

"You sit with a girl and others stand around. This will make the picture fuller and more appropriate, and more like a family photo."

Jenkins imagined the effect of taking photos of himself in formal attire and girls in formal dresses in this way, and thought it would be quite good. But the fatal point is that he can only choose one person to sit next to him.

And if he dared to say so and let Chocolate lie on the sofa next to him, a third of the people here would definitely "tear" him to pieces.

"This way, move to the right."

Only Bishop Parrod did not participate in the conversation. The old bishop looked particularly energetic at the moment. Since it was impossible to take photos of just one family, Jenkins wanted to take this opportunity to take a few more photos after the family group photo. Of course, a separate photo with Bishop Parrod was also planned.

Although there is no natural light, the light from the gas lamp combined with the candle is enough to make the picture come alive. The photographer soon prepared the position of the old and heavy metal camera, and made a gesture to indicate that His Majesty the King could take a seat.

"It's your choice."

Just as Jenkins raised his head to speak, Alexia spoke first. Everyone looked at him, even the cat on his shoulder, gloating about Jenkins' misfortune.

He forced a smile and looked at the girls in front of him who liked him:

"So......"

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pointed:

"Just let Hathaway sit next to me."

No explanation was given, and no one else asked him to explain. The red-haired girl looked like she wanted to push away, but was immediately pushed to the right side of the sofa by Britney. With Hathaway's strength, it was normally impossible for her to be pushed down by Britney.

"This is the first group photo of our family. Why don't you pay any attention to it?"

After pressing Hathaway down, Britney stepped forward to straighten Jenkins' slightly crooked tie.

"He's always like this. I bet the time he spent on himself just now was definitely shorter than the time he spent on chocolate."

Alexia smiled.

"If I had known earlier, I should have asked Julia to help Jenkins change clothes just now."

Dolores complained.

"Actually, I went before I came here, but after knocking on the door, Jenkins said I wasn't needed."

Julia explained.