Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The formal old pope stands at the other end of the red carpet, behind him are the cardinals and the great elders in sacrificial robes.

　　 "God, it's already two midnight~"

　　 He groaned/groaned in his heart, keeping the "business-like smile" his father said, and stepped onto the red carpet.

　　 After all, I was worried that Jenkins was tired from traveling, and the welcome ceremony ended after only half an hour.

　　 He was arranged to live in a separate palace closest to the Great Temple (referring to the central church). This is really a palace. Just a bedroom, there are five living rooms in Jenkins's house.

　　 He couldn't understand the purpose of such a large bedroom area. After all, when lying on the bed, he would have the illusion of lying on an indoor football field.

　　 Waking up from this awakening, it was already eight o'clock on Wednesday morning. The award ceremony will be held on Thursday afternoon. After the award, Jenkins still needs to have dinner with the king's family.

When 　　 woke up, he froze for a long time at the unfamiliar ceiling, recalling today's plan. He touched the pillow, but he didn't touch his cat.

　　 He hurriedly got up, only to find that there was a small nest about the size of chocolate beside the bed, and the kittens were lying curled up in a ball, like a black and white hair ball.

　　 "It seems that I knew I came with a cat, so I prepared it in advance..."

　　 The decoration of the bedroom looks simple at first, but I take a closer look at it when I’m free. Perhaps the angel holding up a gas lamp on the wall is worth a house in Jenkins.

　　 He slowly changed his clothes, thinking about whom to see first, and where he was going today. The door of the room knocked as he was adjusting the collar of his shirt in front of the floor mirror.

　　 "Please come in."

He turned his head and shouted, the right fan of the golden door was slowly pushed open, and a little nun with braids, who looked like a teenager, stuck her head in. She happened to look at Jenkins, and her face immediately blushed. .

　　 "Saint...Mr. Williams, would you like breakfast now?"

"Ok."

　　 Jenkins nodded politely, "Excuse me, when will the Lord Pontef IV see me?"

　　 In terms of religious status, Jenkins is higher than the mortal pope, so he does not have to use honorific titles. Dad emphasized this point many times in his ear.

　　 "Saint Ponteve IV said that you can meet him at any time in the morning."

　　 The little nun reminded in a low voice: "Today’s breakfast has dessert. If you are unhappy, you will be divided by those greedy kids..."

　　 She talked more and more quietly, and finally pulled her head back behind the door, followed by the sound of distant footsteps.

　　 "It turns out that the sugar in the royal capital is also very expensive..."

　　 He always can't notice the point of things.

　　 At least chocolate is still very satisfied with this breakfast. It is even more harsh on food than Jenkin from the more developed world.

　　 It was probably because he was eating too much, so he had to turn around to promote digestion. When Jenkins was about to enter the central temple, the cat shook his body suddenly, then jumped off his shoulder and refused to accompany him to move on.

　　 "Come here, time is running out!"

　　 He knelt down and beckoned to his cat, while Chocolate hid behind the white marble pillar, only exposed his small head and glanced at him, then turned and ran towards the residence of the two of them.

　　 Considering the wisdom of chocolate, Jenkins is not worried that his cat will get lost. He just asks the nun who is in charge of guiding the way to take care of it for a while, otherwise it is possible that chocolate will eat anything. Although he has some gold pounds now, and a large sum of Augustus inheritance in the future, everything here may be worth 5,000 pounds a piece of chocolate.

　　 He stood up and watched the chocolate run farther and farther, so he sorted out his clothes, and asked the nun beside him to help sort out the collar, and then walked into the door of the church with a solemn expression.

　　 Many years later, Jenkins still remembers that sunny morning. Pope Ponteve IV received him in an unremarkable office. It was a thin old gentleman. Because it was not a formal occasion, there was no extra decoration on his body.

　　 The two did not even talk about any topics related to religion, but under the guidance of Pontef IV, they discussed a lot of topics related to art and the times.

　　 This old man has done in-depth research on steam appliances, and even conceived the word "industrial revolution" by himself. This is definitely a qualified leader, at least he has seen things that many people can't see.

　　 The two visited the central temple together, prayed under the huge holy emblem filled with rich aura, discussed literary topics in the temple library, and visited a mass blessing for the newborn.

　　 Until he left the temple, Jenkins was still thinking about the Pope’s attitude towards him, whether it was because of their identity or his nature.

　　 But then I felt that this question was extremely boring, so I turned to thinking about whether it was necessary to eat lunch.

　　PS: Happy Chinese New Year, I wish you all a happy New Year's Eve! I just came back from my hometown to worship the ancestors. I was considering whether I should watch the Spring Festival Gala in the evening, or bilibili New Year's Eve, or the code word... this is impossible.

　　 12 tomorrow, 11 morning old time, normal evening.

Chapter 425 Chapter 419 Awards

　　After I was free, I remembered the assassination of the train journey and informed the church. The results of the investigation came out in only one morning. However, the current results show that Jenkins was only innocently implicated. The real target of the man was the noble lady living in the fifth box in the same carriage.

　　 Her husband was a wealthy factory owner, and this factory owner, like the first three husbands of a woman, died unfortunately on the third day after the wedding. The brother of the factory owner hired a killer to avenge his brother. As for the truth, whether the woman was murdered, and whether the young man who hired the murderer was for the rich family property, Jenkins didn't know.

　　 There are enough things he needs to care about, there is no need to pay attention to the little things that are not relevant to him.

　　 The bone whistle was naturally retained by him. This kind of extremely marked item is very easy to find information. B-01-04-4565, skeletal war horse.

The origin and history of this item can be found in the Holy See. Its first owner was a chaplain of the Order of All Things and Nature in the 10th Era. At that time, the church army was the main force of humans against alien creatures. , And when the priest was dealing with the battlefield, he found this bone whistle and kept it.

　　 For a long period of time, this object was preserved and used by the Church of All Things and Nature. It was not known until the recent 16th era because of an accident.

　　 The reason why its safety level is rated 4, not the safest 5, is that the creatures that die near the horses are highly likely to become undead creatures. Although those undead creatures are very weak, it would be no good if they caused riots.

　　 Skeleton war horse has extremely high speed, jumping ability, and can even walk on the water for a short time. Its wisdom is the same as that of ordinary horses, and its habits are also similar, but it does not need any feed or water.

　　 "This is a good transportation tool."

　　 As he re-stringed the bone whistle with a rope, he thought, the original fantasy was that one day chocolate could have the ability to transform the body, so it must be fun to ride a cat. Now that there is a horse, then the cat only needs to perform its original duties.

　　 "What is the duty of chocolate at home..."

　　 He thought about it again, so he stopped scratching his chin, and the cat's claws fell off immediately.

　　Because of living in the church, the royal family sent a messenger to inform Jenkins of the time and place, so he had to send the letter here.

　　 The church kindly rejected the temporary etiquette teacher they sent, and instead selected a strict old nun to conduct surprise training for Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins’s “preview” in advance was indeed correct. Most of the content of the old nun’s narration coincided with Hathaway’s handwriting and Miss Stuart’s small class. In fact, Miss Stuart's explanation was even more detailed regarding the etiquette between the royal family.

　　 During the train journey, Jenkins guessed that Her Royal Highness was so keen on this matter because she could “share” the pressure of the course she was under with another person. But he didn't tell anyone this idea, and reason told him that doing so is likely to offend a lady.

　　 The old nun who was in charge of teaching Jenkins was very satisfied with his performance, and even thought that compared with him, the young ladies and gentlemen who had taught before were fools who could even get the buttons wrong.

　　 The original plan was to spend the entire afternoon and night training, but since it ended early, Jenkins has time to take chocolate around the neighborhood.

　　Most areas here are open to Jenkins, and his external status is to come to Bel Dylan to receive the award, so he temporarily lives here as a great writer.

　　 In fact, this is not wrong, because in Jenkins's view, he came for this.

　　 Waking up early on Thursday morning, the tailors had made new clothes for him yesterday, and there was more than one set. Yesterday's old nun was responsible for helping Jenkins pick the most suitable one in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, which is not easy.

　　 "Oh, young man, don't always look at this expression. Come on, look at this side and smile, yo~ the sage really cares for you!"

　　 Jenkins asked the nun if he could take his cat to the awards ceremony in the afternoon, and then got an absolutely impossible answer.

　　 He is very reluctant to let strangers take care of his cat in a strange city. In the end, I had to ask for a lot of food from the kitchen and locked them with the chocolate, hoping that the cat could bear to come back at night.

　　 It is interesting to say that the cold spring palace where the royal family lives is not in the urban area of ​​Berduran, but on the outskirts of the other end of the city, which is the furthest away from the Church of Knowledge and Books.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, just like those historical moments recorded in oil paintings. Jenkins, under the onlookers of gentlemen wearing stereotyped formal attire and wigs, was personally awarded the Ritter Medal by the elderly Her Majesty the Queen. Granted the title of life baron (not hereditary).

　　 The long-awaited reporters pressed the shutter, and Jenkins’s smiling face was frozen forever at this moment.

　　 After the award was given, it was dinner with the royal family, and in theory, the Fedictelli royal family had no descendants except for the queen. The queen, Jenkins and Jessica Windsor finally sat at the dining table.

　　 This girl once appeared at the party of the Marquis of Mihaier in Nolan. She is a distant relative of Her Majesty's mother, and her father is a grand duke who owns a territory.

　　 didn't know why. During dinner, there were only two young people talking there, and the queen just looked at them.

　　 She laughed very kindly, but after all, she was too old to sit for a long time, so she had no choice but to leave the meeting early.

　　 "Mr. Williams?"

　　 "Yes, Your Majesty."

　　 He stood up to say goodbye, bending slightly to show respect. This kind of bending posture can only be so standard after being trained by Miss Stuart hundreds of times, so the movements are also very smooth.

　　 "Oh, nothing..."

　　 She smiled and shook her head again, looking at Jenkins's face, her eyes a little dazed. Afterwards, he left with the help of his servant.

　　Ms. Windsor is a girl who speaks less words. She can manipulate the knife and fork to deal with the veal on the dinner plate while talking about literature and music with Jenkins in a quiet tone.

　　The great writer knows nothing about music, so he keeps nodding and smiling most of the time, expressing his agreement with her. Only occasionally when talking about something Hathaway also mentioned, would I say a word or two.

　　 Unsurprisingly, Miss Windsor invited Jenkins to the ball tomorrow night. It is said that there are quite a lot of his admirers in the ball, and as a new noble, he also needs to know some valuable friends.

　　 Yes, the Honorable Baron is not considered a nobleman.

　　PS: I originally wanted to spend a whole chapter describing some awards process, the Queen's attitude towards Jenkins. But after thinking about it, this paragraph is meaningless, so I simply skipped it. But this matter has a very important impact, and this book will mention it quite frequently.

　　 Another: Happy Chinese New Year, Xianyu is here to wish everyone a happy new year and all the best!

　　 Another one: get tickets.

Section 426 Chapter 420 Tegel Museum (1/10)

　　 "Excuse me..."

　　 This is the first time Jenkins has asked questions since sitting down. In fact, it is also the first time he has tried to take the initiative in the conversation:

　　 "Is this invitation from you, or from someone else."

　　 Jenkins thinks she should understand the meaning of this sentence.

　　 "A true nobleman would never ask such a question in public."

　　 the woman replied.

"Oh I see."

　　 He nodded. If it is only a private invitation, there is no need to say such misleading words, so this is the so-called "communications of last resort".

　　 "I admire your wisdom, but to become a qualified nobleman, you need more than wisdom."

　　 "Yes, but also smooth. I heard a saying from my teacher that the tree in the forest that is most easily broken by the wind is the one with the highest growth."

　　 "Your teacher is also a wise elder."

　　 Jenkins smiled, lowered his head and cut the meat from the steak with a knife:

"Qualified aristocrats in my opinion must have enough wisdom to deal with interpersonal communication, handle all kinds of things smoothly, and treat their identity with humility enough, and they must regard honor as more important than life. In addition, Have the virtues of honesty, hope, generosity, justice, perseverance, temperance, tolerance and so on.

　　Honor is very important to nobles, but nobles do not keep honor because they are nobles; on the contrary, because I have honors, I can become nobles. "

"Yes it is."

　　 She raised her head in surprise and looked at the man across the table. The white tablecloth was woven with fine and delicate patterns, but these were not as exquisite as Jenkins just said.

　　 "Just now, I almost thought you were the offspring of a certain noble lineage, and only these people..."

　　 "No, no, no."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, placed the fork in the middle of the plate to the left, and the knife in the middle of the plate to the right, which means that the meal is finished.

　　 unfolded the napkin with a standard motion, and wiped the corner of his mouth where nothing was stuck at all:

　　 "I never thought about becoming a nobleman. I always have my own goals."

　　Although they said some heavier things, the two still talked happily for a while before they left.

　　 "As long as you fix your image as a devout believer, then tomorrow night's dance party, there should be no ignorant people to bother me."

　　 Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smiled triumphantly in the carriage.

　　 The night view of Bel Dylan is as boring as Nolan, and Jenkins, who has his cat all night in mind, has no intention of admiring it.

　　The chocolate is still angry as expected, and he didn't even eat the food prepared for it. At this time in the past, as long as the metal block containing the divine nature is handed to it, it can make its mood turn cloudy. But the metal block has been damaged, so the Orb of Life can only be used to comfort it temporarily.

　　 The cat's love for this thing is not more than metal blocks, but at least it can make it give up slapping Jenkins' arm with its tail.

　　 "I remember the last time I threw the ball of yarn to it, but the ball of yarn was thrown back again. Cat, shouldn't you like something like this?"

　　 He looked suspiciously at the chocolate licking the Life Orb with his tongue, and patted his head again.

　　 "I'm so suspicious. Didn't it prove that I was too worried when I had doubts about it in the past?"

　　The plan is to spend the weekend in Bel Dylan before leaving, so after the awards ceremony, there is a lot of time to splurge.

　　 The other two sons of the church are not in Bel Dylan at this time, so for safety, Jenkins does not need to see anyone again.

　　 After waking up on Thursday morning, chatting with the little nun for a while, he decided to go out and do his own thing.