Dominate the Treacherous Realm

"This is a shame in the history of sects, but you should also understand that in any organization, there will inevitably be some unique people. The mad poet is the most apostate in the history of sects. He lives in his own life. In those days, countless crazy things were done, and even God personally declared that he had deviated from his faith and did not recognize him as a believer."

"is it so serious?"

　　 Jenkins doesn't think such "little things" are worth speaking to the gods themselves.

"Of course it is worth it. The age when the mad poet was active was the end of the 15th century. In that chaotic age, he created more chaos and disasters, resulting in more deaths than the permanent population of contemporary Nolan. .... Excluding those who do not have a citizenship number."

　　 Miss Magic paused here to give Mr. Candle enough time to think. She saw Mr. Candle's cat playing on the coffee table, with sharp claws trying to peel the orange.

　　 "In order to erase the shame of the sect, at the end of the fifteenth century, my ancestors kept chasing him. As for this..."

　　 Miss Magic pointed to the slate on the table.

　　 "The prototype of this thing is the "Disaster Poem", the main weapon of the crazy poet Cavendish in the later period of his activities. According to sectarian legends, the authentic book has the effect of drawing strength from disasters."

　　 "So the real "Disaster Poem" is a numbered item?"

　　 Jenkins asked immediately, this is his guess all along.

　　 "No, that book is not an item, it should be regarded as part of the ability. For example, the ability that you have used to turn people into gears is also a miner's lamp? But that miner's lamp is not a numbered item."

　　 This analogy is quite appropriate, and Jenkins understood its meaning at a glance.

This is all the knowledge that Jenkins promised, but the key questions, such as "Why did the tree house come to grab a useless copy", "Why does it feel strange when making this stone?" No answer.

　　 Thinking that instead of spending a lot of time searching from other places, it would be better to exchange answers directly from Miss Magic, so he offered to know the secrets she didn't say.

　　 "My church members are very busy and cannot participate in the action against the pirate king Fermisch. You can make other requests, and cash is fine, but if the amount is too large, I may need to raise money for a while."

　　 Seeing that he was sincere, Miss Magic thought that both parties were friends, so she asked Jenkins to talk about what he could offer. Jenkins then took out a piece of the tree roots obtained from the silver cube seal, that is, the thing that can give the Devourer a blank bubble with a certain chance. Miss Magic did not bargain, and immediately agreed to use this as a bargain.

"Mr. Candle, don’t think I’m greedy. The things I’m going to talk about next are absolutely worth the money. The ability corresponding to the "Disaster Poem" is a rare and unique ability, that is, only at the same time. There can be one person with this ability. When the mad poet obtained this ability, he had not been excommunicated by the gods. His madness was not as good as those sensational records later. The specific place and time of obtaining this ability are now no longer available. Everyone knows, but the madness of mad poets does come from this."

　　 With a serious face, she clicked on the slate again.

"But my sect retains some information related to this dangerous ability. When I was studying the particularity of the unique ability, I read that part of the information. Therefore, I know part of the condition for obtaining that ability-I need to hold one. The appearance similarity of a copy of "Disaster Poetry", especially the similarity of the five depressions, must be higher than 98%.

　　 "It turned out to be like this. Then, what conditions are needed to obtain that ability, and what is the corresponding ritual?"

　　 Jenkins was very curious, but Miss Magic shook her head:

"How can you think that we have preserved such dangerous knowledge? How can you think that the mad poet back then told all his secrets to the sect? How can you think that after nearly ten thousand years, we can still Keep a complete record? Sorry, Mr. Candle, I don’t think you can get the answer from me."

　　 Maybe it was because of misunderstanding Jenkins' curiosity and treating it as a greed for terrible power, Miss Magic's attitude suddenly became a lot colder. But when it comes to mad poets, she is still willing to say something.

　　 Jenkins mentioned the death of the mad poet that he heard from Alexia yesterday. Miss Magic’s news confirmed it:

"This is similar to the information I saw. He probably died like this. Do you know, Mr. Candle, since the mad poet died in Hokuriku in the 15th century, my sect has kept a hand in the north to prevent that? The polluting power of lunatics is resurrected. From the 15th to the 18th era, this has formed a tradition, and to this day, there are still people in the extreme north who are responsible for this matter."

　　 This is a reminder for Jenkins. After he was moved to the north because of chocolate, the companion he met in the treacherous realm had used the same magical ability as Miss Magic.

　　 This made him suspect that the lady who claimed to be the "Miss Spectacles" was the "God of Mystery and Ritual" sect mentioned by Miss Magic, who was responsible for patrolling the gifts of the North. And if this is the case, there might be more things about crazy poets in Miss Glasses’s heritage.

　　 In this way, the strange machinery of the mad poet and the mysterious stone "Disaster Poetry" are two things combined into one. Follow this line and continue to look down. The next step is to find Miss Glasses again and confirm whether she really has the information Jenkins wants to know.

　　 Although Miss Glasses works under Dolores, when it comes to such sensitive issues, Jenkins can't guarantee that she will tell everything she knows.

So she revealed to Miss Magic that she wanted to find her church members for information. Miss Magic nodded to express her understanding, but her sect did not have any fixed tokens to identify her identity. Everyone is usually in midsummer every year. , Gathered from all over the mainland to meet together and exchange news.

　　 The believers of [the **** of ritual and mystery] do not have a strict organization. They are scattered across the mainland. If there is no believer of this **** around, then deliberately looking for it is basically the same as finding a needle in a haystack.

　　 There is no way, Jenkins can only take the attitude of giving it a try and tell Alexia and Dolores of today’s harvest at dinner. Dolores immediately said that she could write to Miss Spectacles to inquire, but Jenkins thought it would be better to meet her in person.

　　 In this way, at least the lie and the truth can be easily distinguished.

　　 It may take two or three days to call Miss Glasses from Hot Spring Town to Luen. But at least the clues to track down were not broken, and Jenkins had enough patience to wait.

　　 After dinner, Jenkins summoned the unicorn, and together with Alexia, they took Dolores and Julia to visit the hidden ice and snow palace in the snow-capped mountains.

　　 Jenkinstedly purchased additional spiritual magnets in Luen, handled them in the same way as Miss Magic taught at the time, and left one of them in the palace to achieve rapid movement.

　　Dolores seemed to like it quite a bit. The four people walked around every corner of the palace while chatting. Julia also suggested storing some non-perishable food here.

　　 The internal area of ​​this building complex is three times the external observation area, and it is only smaller than the palace complex of the Stuart family in the center of Ruen. If it wasn't for a special background, Jenkins actually thought about buying a piece of land by himself and then living in this palace.

　　 But neither the wallet nor the reality allow him to do this. Jenkins will leave Roon in a month, and then he will leave the building and the snowman servants in it to Dolores and Alexia. In this way, no matter what happens in the future, at least they have the safest shelter.

Chapter 1294 The first thousand two hundred and seventy-three undercurrents

　　 Early on Thursday morning, after Jenkins was awakened by chocolate, he calculated the moon phases and planned to deploy the wizard potion next week, while worrying about what he should do in Dolores’ salon today.

　　 Then the servant knocked on the bedroom, and the voice outside the door told Jenkins that Miss Miller and Her Royal Highness had important things to look for him.

　　 After a brief wash, he came to the large living room on the second floor. The ladies were all sitting on the sofa, and the coffee table was covered with light yellow papers.

　　 "What happened? Why did you get up so early?"

　　 "This is the news I received last night, and Dolores only notified me this morning."

　　 Alexia motioned to Jenkins to get the pieces of paper. Jenkins frowned and picked them up, then sat next to the short lady, and quickly browsed the contents.

　　 "Lu En found that weird tobacco too?"

"The samples you provided, Mr. William, were tested by Her Royal Highness. The veteran doctor who accepted the task said that he had seen something similar a few months ago. Only then did we know that this kind of tobacco had already been secretly popular in Luen. Reasons to believe that Ruen City is definitely not the only place in the country where this kind of tobacco appears..."

　　 said Julia who stood by.

　　 "Can you find the source?"

　　 "It's difficult, but we are doing it."

　　 Hearing this answer, Jenkins nodded and looked through the document again:

"This kind of thing has appeared in Ruen and Nolan, which are thousands of miles away. This shows that these tobaccos may have been secretly spread in all corners of the mainland. I also sent a letter to a friend in Turin a few days ago to help investigate, and it may be possible there too. Found something similar. Is the situation this serious already?"

　　 The purpose of this kind of addictive tobacco being peddled is not clear, but it is certainly not for good deeds. It is difficult to say what role the [Scent Appreciation Committee], which focuses on the manufacture of high-end cigarettes and spices, plays in this, but this kind of thing cannot be solved by Jenkins alone.

　　 After thinking for a moment, he decided to directly report the tobacco-related matter to Luen's church in his own name. Both Dolores and Alexia naturally support him, but the latter is still a little worried. She believes that even if the church conducts a full search, Jenkins may still be involved in this event.

　　 Salon is this afternoon, so Jenkins went to town after breakfast. He came to the church with a clear goal, and after explaining his intentions, he reported the tobacco-related matters.

　　 As for the source of the news, it is naturally Dolores. Her Royal Highness has gradually changed from "coordinating" the financial sector reform to actually managing the financial sector. There are quite a few sources of her news, and it is not surprising to be able to detect the news of the citizens in the city.

　　 The Diocese of Ruen attached great importance to the situation submitted by Jenkins. After understanding the details and taking away some tobacco samples, he set out to contact the Holy See of Berduran.

　　 At exactly the same time, all of Nolan’s five churches received similar news through brokers reselling information on the black market. Although this information source has been resold many times and the amount is exaggerated, judging from the content, the reliability of the information is still very high.

　　 Any trivial matter that is happening in Nolan City will not be trivial. The major churches have already reached such a consensus. Nolan's news was delivered to the church almost at the same time as Ruen's report.

And Miss Stewart, who was on the "lurking" mission in Turin, saw Mr. Black Cat again just after returning to Turin from Nolan, and she also reported the information she bought from Mr. Black Cat. .

　　 These three reports, which had a difference of only two hours in arrival time, and all had a significant relationship with Jenkins, immediately caused an uproar. It is obvious that similar tobacco has appeared in important cities in the three kingdoms, and tobacco itself has quite a lot of doubts, which has evolved into a hidden danger of a global nature.

　　 On this gloomy Thursday afternoon, Jenkins awkwardly dealt with unfamiliar social interactions in a salon where he was only a man, and it was considered that he had completed his first public appearance in Luen (Note). The information of the twelve churches was intertwined during this period, and the tobacco-related matters were passed on one after another. The surging undercurrent was no simpler than the jealousy of the girls in the noble salon.

　　 The results of human testing and identification of those tobacco samples will not be announced soon, but it is certain that there is a problem with this kind of tobacco.

　　 Therefore, when Jenkins left the salon party that ended, he didn't know what kind of chain reaction the information he submitted from multiple sources caused, but at least the days of peace were not over yet. Before everything explodes, he still has a lot of time to spend the "holiday".

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

"I like the story you told yesterday. The princess who is far from government and diplomacy embraced freedom for the first time, fell in love with newspaper reporters who had other plans but found their conscience, but in the end they had to separate from each other. Jenkins, this short story, It's much more sincere than the story of the sister's "family relationship" you wrote."

　　 Early on Friday morning, Jenkins slept on the sofa with a cat in his arms. Alexia read the newspaper while evaluating Jenkins’ performance in the salon yesterday afternoon.

　　 He originally thought it was a serious social event that Dolores had to invite him to participate in for government affairs. He didn't expect it to be a tea party for a group of noble girls.

　　 He had to tell one story after another to satisfy the enthusiasm of the girls, otherwise he really didn't know what he should do.

　　 Alexia also appeared on the scene. Although her age is different from other girls, thanks to her compact figure and beautiful face, others only think this is a girl she doesn't know.

　　 "I didn't write this story, I copied it."

　　 Jenkins said vaguely, he was really sleepy, last night's salon ended very late, almost turned into a pajama party.

　　 "I'm still not used to such occasions, although chocolate likes it very much... Except for food, it is probably allergic to perfume, and stared at me all night."

　　 "Your cat probably understands you better than you."

　　 Alexia hid her face behind the newspaper, so Jenkins couldn't see her expression when she said this.

　　 An important event will happen this coming weekend. Dolores invites Jenkins to give a public speech, which attracts more audiences than they thought. So I made a temporary intention to place this speech in the house that is being repaired. This way, on the one hand, it can encourage people to come out of the disaster, and on the other hand, it can better expand Dolores’ influence—the newspapers are already building momentum. Now, Jenkins Williams was invited by Princess Dolores Stuart to come to Run from Nolan.

　　 The newspaper that Alexia was reading was writing about this. The headline on the front page is still about post-disaster reconstruction and disaster relief in the northern part of the kingdom. The second page is a photo taken by Jenkins and Dolores, accompanied by a full-page text describing the person Jenkins, and then a quarter of things are used. Write clearly that he is going to give a speech in Luen.

　　Of course, this is not a public speech. Those who can be invited are all important figures in the kingdom. Although Jenkins regards this as passing the time, everyone except him takes it seriously.

　　 During the whole day, he did not go to Nolan again, but went to town to meet with the followers of Dolores. This was the first official meeting between the two parties, and the atmosphere was friendly and harmonious. When Jenkins hinted at his church background and stated that he had a certain jurisdiction over the Church of the Sage during his stay in Loen, the relationship between the two parties became more harmonious.

Among the followers of 　　 Dolores, in addition to those young men and women who admire her, they are more mature nobles, merchants and civilian officials. Except for that face, the better part of Dolores lies in her ability and affinity. These are the key points.

　　 After this meeting, Jenkins was already considered "his own person". The intimacy shown by Dolores just right showed that his relationship with the princess was unusual. Since then, Jenkins Williams has formally joined the throne dispute in the Kingdom of Hampavo, which is also one of the few that he considers to be a change in the world that he actively participates in.

　　 "You said, will this moment be remembered in history books?"

　　 When getting on the carriage to go to church, the worried Jenkins asked the ladies. They are nodding their heads, and they are all very confident.

　　Only Jenkins looked at the frozen city outside the window with concern, because he didn't know what the world would eventually become when he joined the variable of himself.

　　 After dinner, I met with Dolores in the study and several councillors. The two parties exchanged information on banking reform. Dolores pointed out the comments in a majestic manner, and finally agreed to sign one of the two documents.

　　 Her young sister has now found her own job in the manor. She will be responsible for recording what Dolores talks with the guests every time in the dark room of the study. This job needs someone who can be trusted to do it, and it will not affect the decision-making. It is very suitable for the young princess to do it.

　　 Dolores’ brothers and sisters are all moving, and no one is the first to take action in the undercurrent, because everyone doesn’t understand what their father means.

　　 This "calm" will continue for a while, until the first fool takes the initiative to jump out.

　　 When it was close to seven o'clock, Jenkins finally got some free time to do something of his own. He still remembered the reading tasks that Miss Audrey assigned to him, so he greeted the girls in the manor and wanted to go home to get the book.

　　The home on St. George Street was deserted and deserted. The lights were off and the curtains were all tightened, so moonlight could not penetrate.

　　 There seems to be rain outside, but it is not very clear. Jenkins didn't care about these, he went from the bedroom on the second floor to the study on the first floor, and then searched for the ones Miss Audrey wanted him to read.

　　PS: Refers to participating in this kind of social interaction, walking on the street in the past, not as a public appearance.

Chapter 1295 Chapter 1274 The Rescue of Miss Silver Flute

　　 While tiptoeing through the bookshelf, he heard a carriage passing by the door in the rain, and then the sound of horseshoes stepping on a puddle and stopping next door. Jenkins blinked, put the book in his hands down, and tiptoed to the window, pressed his body against the wall, opened the curtain with one finger, and saw the carriage parked at the neighbor’s house. Doorway.

　　 That direction is not the Goodman family, but the house of Miss Silver Flute Mistral Frante. There were three young girls who came down from the carriage with their umbrellas. They anxiously rang the bell on the fence at the door, then pointed to the full mailbox and said a few words, and then stood on tiptoes and looked into the yard.

　　 Judging from the tiptoe movements, these three strange girls have all learned dance. Jenkins just remembered that when he visited his neighbor for the first time, Miss Yindi had mentioned that she intended to start a private dance class at home. These three girls should be students, but Jenkins had never met before. been.

　　 Their faint shouting at the door passed through the rain curtain of the spring night into the ears of Jenkins who was peeping next door, but the door of Miss Yindi's house did not open. Because it was raining, the girls did not stay anymore. After confirming that there was no one at home, they returned to the carriage and wrote a letter into the overflowing mailbox. The carriage then carried them away.

　　 "Strange, why don't you take the newspapers and letters in the mailbox?"

　　 Jenkins released the curtains suspiciously, then looked up at the second floor of the next house, where Miss Yindi was lying.

"Obviously at home...Speaking of which, when I returned to Nolan yesterday morning, did she also lie in that position? It doesn't seem to have changed at all... This position seems a bit low, unlike Lying on the bed is like lying on the floor..."

　　 He realized that something was wrong, so he took a peek at the neighbor's yard through the gap between the curtains, and then decided to take a look.

　　 First send those books to Luen, and then return to his home, from the back door of the kitchen to the back of the yard. There was no one on the street at night when it was raining, only the dim light of the gas street lamp was shining.

　　 In order to be safe, he changed his image and went from his backyard into the neighbor's backyard. He tiptoed to the back door, trying to poke the keyhole with a wire, but as soon as the wire was inserted, it was bounced out by a strange force.

　　 "Oh, the anti-theft measures made with ceremonies are really prudent."

　　 The back door was inaccessible, and I tried to push the windows on the first floor, but every window was locked from the inside. Unless Jenkins violently smashed them, the road would be blocked.

　　 finally came to the front door, turned the doorknob, and the door was directly pushed open.

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins went into the house in silence, dried himself with flames, then turned around and locked the door behind him.

　　 Mrs. Mistral Frante’s house is as deserted as Jenkins’s house, but the structure of the house is the same. Even without the help of a monocle, Jenkins can find the stairs leading to the second floor.

　　 The corridors on the second floor are pitch-black and a bit infiltrating. Coupled with the sound of rain outside, it feels like a haunted house in a horror story. Jenkins got furry in his heart, walked quickly to the door of the bedroom and pushed the door in. The first thing he saw was the empty bedroom, and then he looked again, there was no one in the bedroom.

　　 took a deep breath, let go of the doorknob, and entered the room, then used [True Eye] to observe it again. The light spot representing Miss Yindi was indeed on the carpet under his feet.

　　 But in ordinary vision, there is nothing on the carpet, because there are no indentations, so Miss Yindi shouldn't be invisible anymore.

　　 "What's the situation?"

　　 He thought suspiciously, then crouched down, trying to touch in front of him. A few seconds later, he actually touched the object leading to the suspected arm, but when he touched the invisible arm, his eyes suddenly lit up.

　　 The yellow light is not very obvious, but the light that appeared with the cold wind still scared Jenkins. He quickly raised his head and looked up, and then found that the curtains and glass of the window he was facing had disappeared, even the wooden window frame had become skewed, and the spider web in the lower left corner had been woven quite thickly.