Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　The prototype of the ceremony used by Miss Magic is to find the owner of the lost item. Therefore, neither the lost item nor the owner must have extraordinary powers, otherwise the ceremony will definitely not succeed. The ceremony was so simple now that even Miss Magic was surprised, and even wondered if it was a trap.

　　 Following the guidance, the two merged into the city's crowd again. It is still early, and it is only ten o'clock in the morning. Because it is Saturday, there are many citizens walking on the street. The two chatted as they walked, during which Jenkins said the whole story again, and at the same time warned Miss Magic that the hidden behind-the-scenes man must have extraordinary power.

　　 As for the news discovered just now, the two also made guesses separately. Now that it is known that the deaths of those people are related to the collection of blood, after excluding the political assassinations caused by vendettas and throne struggles, the answer seems clear.

　　 "Someone is trying to collect the blood of the Middleton family."

　　 This is the view given by Jenkins:

"These people have only one characteristic in common: they are all distant relatives of the Middleton family. Although they are relatively distant in terms of kinship, they do have the blood of Middleton in fact. This is also the most recognized heir to the royal family. important reason."

"I remember you said that the Middleton family has elven blood...so it is to purify the elven blood? No, it is too stupid to do so, and I don't believe that such a technique can be successful.. ...But the person who directs all this behind the scenes must be someone who knows the secrets of the royal family."

　　 "This has narrowed our goal a lot. Without any evidence, let me guess blindly-it's Queen Isabella."

　　 The two were standing in front of the intersection at this time, waiting for the horse-drawn carriage to pass by in the distance. Although there are a lot of pedestrians on the street, there will always be such carriages. In most cases, it was a private carriage decorated with family crests. In a few cases, it was an urgent mission at the Carfax Field.

　　 "Your Majesty the Queen? Are you sure?"

　　Miss Magic asked somewhat unexpectedly. Although she also cares about politics, she does not understand the secret and intricate relationship between members of the royal family. Therefore, it is normal to suspect Jenkins's speculation.

　　 "This is just a guess, but I think half the probability is accurate."

"Half? Since the probability is so high, we might as well go directly to Her Majesty... No, although due to the tower agreement, the ordinary kings cannot easily touch the extraordinary, but I don't believe that there is really nothing right beside her. The benefactor’s defense, after all, even Miss Windsor can hire me with a high-level and fair-price benefactor... But now that we have a goal, we are still wasting time in the city... If she hides What to do when you get up?"

　　 This question made Jenkins laugh:

"Isn't that better? If the queen disappears, William will be able to inherit the throne for legitimate reasons... I wonder if you heard that the queen was poisoned while having a meal some time ago, and she announced in public when she died. Let Williams be the heir..."

　　 The tone of this sentence is like talking about the strange shape of the trash can outside the neighbor’s house.

　　 "I have heard similar rumors, Miss Windsor also mentioned it once, so this is true? Mr. Candle, you have to tell me a lot."

　　 About 11:30, the two people found their destination. At this time, they came to the east of the city near Privum Road, which was only three blocks away from the house of the Williams family.

　　Because it is a wealthy neighborhood, it is a bit wrong for two people who are strangers to break in unexpectedly. So first confirmed the house number, and then Jenkins took the initiative and asked the neighbor aunt close to the street to get a basic understanding of the owner of the house.

　　 The owner of the house is Kafka Joyce. He is 39 years old and lives alone. He claims to be a veteran retired from the eastern border.

　　 He has no proper job and spends his days in pubs and casinos, but because he inherited a large estate from distant relatives, he will not be short of money, and he can own a house in this neighborhood without income.

　　 Generally speaking, he is a drunk person all day long. Neighbors rarely see him during the day, because Mr. Joyce’s most common travel time is late at night.

Mr. Joyce claimed to have suffered a mental illness during his service in the army, so he has a deep defense against the people around him. Not only has he never invited anyone into his home, but even the yard has deliberately planted tall ones. Trees prevent people from being able to see inside the windows from the street.

　　 This person is very alert to anyone. Even though he has lived here for more than ten years, there is actually no neighbor who can say that he knows him well. Even the aunt Jenkins asked about thought this was a weird person. If it weren't for Mr. Joyce to be one of the oldest residents on this street, the neighbors would not allow such a strange person to live in this neighborhood.

　　 "So is he very military?"

　　 This is the only question that Jenkins asks seriously.

　　 "Of course, Mr. Joyce belongs to the kind of person who knows that he must have served in the army at a glance. He is a fairly tall man. He is very stylish when he walks and stands. This cannot be disguised."

So Jenkins understood that this was what they were looking for. After testing, they found that there was no one in the house. Mr. Joyce seemed to be not at home, so under the protection of the charm, they went over the fence and burned the door lock to enter someone else’s. The house, and soon reaped.

　　 Similar to Mr. Joyce, Jenkins is also the kind of guy who is guarded against strangers and is extremely worried about his secret being discovered. Therefore, under the common psychology, he can easily think of which locations are suitable for hiding objects, and which locations are suitable for placing some unimportant deceptive documents with blindfold methods.

　　 was first discovered by a small red box under the loose floor in the corner of the bedroom. After opening it, there was a beautiful medal in it. Miss Magic didn't recognize this thing, but Jenkins, who had been trained in Britney and Hathaway's etiquette class, quickly recalled that it was a "Royal Contribution Medal."

　　 is not an honorary souvenir issued by the kingdom to those who have made significant contributions, but merely a commendation from the royal family to the loyal. This kind of medal is not common, and usually only appears in the hands of servants who have worked for the royal family for many years, or those loyal nobles.

　　 From this point of view, this Mr. Joyce definitely has something to do with the Queen.

　　 Then, behind the bookshelf, he found a small safe that was embedded in the wall and needed to be removed after the wall tiles were removed. However, this requires a specific gear-type key with a password to open it. So Jenkins violently dismantled it again, and this time saw identification documents and some real estate-owned bills.

　　 "The real name is not Joyce, this is a pseudonym."

　　 The two looked at the cumbersome documents separately. When they saw this complex set of identity documents, Jenkins almost thought that Joyce was actually a foreign spy. But when the real estate certificates were discovered, and the codebook used to translate the diary ciphertexts was found in the cellar of the basement, I learned that Kafka Joyce was indeed a spy, but he was not sent by a foreign country to Fidgetli. A spy, but a spy who belongs directly to the queen and is sent to Nolan by Beldyran to monitor Nolan's situation.

　　The Queen of the Great Kingdom has lived in Berduran for a long time, and it is certainly impossible to know what is happening in every corner of the country. Therefore, in addition to local officials and nobles, Queen Isabella also has its own direct intelligence department, which is quite normal. And this Mr. Joyce is one of the chiefs of the Nolan area.

　　 Knowing this, Jenkins’s conjecture that "the mastermind behind the scenes is Queen Isabella" has almost been fully proved.

　　 He is still searching, trying to find things like plans. Of course, he himself knows that the possibility is very small. Miss Magic sat at the desk and read the texts, while lamenting the terrible royal struggle to Jenkins:

　　 "These are all relatives of Her Majesty the Queen. Although the blood relationship is very weak, they were killed like this..."

　　 In essence, Miss Magic is not a very cruel woman, she can't see this kind of thing.

"Isn't this the essence of power? Even those country writers who think that the king would use a whip inlaid with gold can imagine how cruel things will happen in the terrible court political struggle. This is normal... ."

　　 Jenkins's voice has also become lighter, and he is quite disgusted with this approach.

　　 "Then what exactly is your Majesty going to do? Does she want to separate the blood of the elf, claim it for herself through a ceremony, and then sit on the throne for another fifty years?"

　　Miss Magic gave one of the easiest ways to think of.

　　 "There is a possibility, but we can't prove it. Interestingly, I have good reason to believe that this matter is related to the tree house."

　　 "The tree house? I heard you mention it before that they are now wanted by the Orthodox Church all over the world. They still have time to do this kind of thing? Since your Majesty will accept the help of that kind of crazy organization, the thing she is plotting must be very important.

　　 It's a pity that the two didn't find any more clues in Mr. Joyce's house. Although those identification documents are enough to implicate the matter on the Queen, Jenkins wants to solve the problem today, so he does not intend to stop there, but continue to investigate.

　　 After leaving the house, the two ate lunch in a nearby block and then entered the black market. Jenkins spent money to find the huntress who hadn't seen her for a long time, and asked her to help "bring" Mr. Kafka Joyce.

　　 Jenkins has always thought that he is not a good person in the traditional sense, so there is no psychological burden in doing so.

Chapter 1741 Chapter 1714 The Commissioned Task of Lies

　　The huntress of the black market is actually a believer of the righteous **** [God of War Lord]. In the past year, she has successfully completed every commission of Jenkins.

　　 But for this "kidnapping" commission, the female hunter first refused. She said that she was in a legitimate business and would not engage in illegal activities such as kidnapping. After Jenkins revealed that he was a regular customer, the huntress immediately thought of who he was:

　　 "Believers of lies."

　　 She narrowed her eyes on the sofa. This is still the dark room above the black market. Only the candle standing on the coffee table in the center of the sofa group can provide dim light.

　　 "It's me, I remember that you said before that if the price I paid was high enough, you would even dare to bring people into the Orthodox Church. Why is it now becoming a legitimate business?"

　　 He sat on the soft sofa and laughed.

"It was different at that time. Now, how many dangerous people have gathered in Nolan, don’t you know? Not to mention how many people gathered by the Orthodox Church to be stationed in the city... But if you are willing to tell me, you guys What I’m doing recently, in two hours, I will be able to bring the person you want, and I promise that I won’t disturb anyone. I don’t need too many details, probably, this is very pricey information. Of course, you There is no need to think that I am taking advantage of you. After all, I have no way to verify the authenticity of this information."

　　 "Okay, that's okay."

　　 Jenkins agreed unexpectedly, and said it honestly:

"We are currently listening to the secrets of the Three Kings talks, and at the same time investigating the church's arrangements for the joint meeting. At the same time, we also persuaded some false gods to support us, how about it? Are you interested in supporting us too? I can give You offer a very suitable price."

　　 He asked the huntress of [The Church of War and Victory].

　　 The woman smiled and did not answer, but stood up:

　　 "The two of you wait here for me for two hours, and I will be back soon."

　　 left after speaking.

　　Miss Magic, who was sitting next to Jenkins, listened to the voice, and asked when the footsteps were really far away:

　　 "Just tell her, do you think she will treat what you said as a lie?"

　　 "No, the Church of Orthodox God knows these things. After all, there are many followers of the Church of Righteous God in the Lie sect."

　　 If this so-called sect really exists, then Jenkins and Fini, as full members, are indeed sage believers.

　　 "The Orthodox Church sent spies to break into you? The Orthodox Church actually wants to deceive a group of liars?"

　　 The woman raised her eyebrows. In fact, she was thinking of the person in front of her, who was probably the young sage believer. But it would be terrible to think about it. Who is the so-called "liar" and who is really being deceived? I dare not think about it.

　　 "Yes, there are spies among us."

　　 This time it was Miss Stewart, and Miss Magic nodded worriedly, reconfirming the guess in her heart.

　　 They didn't wait long. In fact, the huntress came back in less than an hour. She couldn't bring an ordinary person to her trading place on the black market, so she led Jenkins and Miss Magic to the small room behind the bar at the entrance of the black market. The knocked-out Mr. Joyce was lying on the small bed in the corner. Jenkins noticed a slightly bleeding bulge on his head.

　　 "Is this the person?"

　　 asked the female hunter, leaning against the door frame.

　　 "How do I know, I haven't seen him again."

　　 Jenkins said, but still took out his wallet:

　　 "But I believe you, this is not the first time we have cooperated."

　　 said, he handed over the money he had said. He now has a sufficient wallet, and he is no longer a young writer with a tight financial situation when he first came to this world.

　　 "There is no need for money. The information you give is very valuable. No payment is required for this commission."

　　 The female hunter waved her hand and refused to arrive, and left without looking back after she had spoken. She didn't care about the reason why the two were looking for the man.

　　 Jenkins took the wallet and watched the huntress go away, and then said to Miss Magic on the side:

"I bet that although she will report the information I said to her superiors, she actually didn't believe in the information I said at all. The really valuable information I provided this time should be'the believer of a lie should find an ordinary person.' Look, if we don’t resolve this matter before dark, the Orthodox Church that has been tracking it all the way will also find out the matter."

　　 "So you still lied to that woman?"

　　 Miss Magic smiled.

"How can it be said that it is a lie? This is the information she herself obtained from me, and I did not tell a lie, nor did I get any benefit from her. Although I am considered a believer in lies, don’t Think I'm just a guy who likes to lie."

　　 He defended himself, touched the yawning cat on his shoulder, and then walked to the sleeping man:

　　 "Then let us see what is going on."

　　 It is certain that Mr. Joyce is a real ordinary person, but he is not ignorant of mystery. When he woke up from his drowsiness, realized what had happened, and saw two strangers standing in front of him, his first reaction was to bite the poison sac in his mouth-a very classical suicide method.

　　 It's a pity that the female hunter has everything to do. He didn't find anything in his mouth that could be bitten apart except his tongue and mouth.

　　 "I advise you not to commit suicide."

　　 Jenkins stood aside and said:

"If you commit suicide, I will use psychic rituals to pull back your soul, ignite it with demon fire, and ask for information you know. I will also put your soul in the wick of an oil lamp, and stuff the oil lamp into the ancient The tomb, let you suffer the pain of soul burning in the tomb for a long time for thousands of years, and then..."

　　 The man was already shaking, but his mouth was still closed tightly. Knowing the mystery can be terrible. Joyce can't tell whether Jenkins can do what he said, but as a person living in the age of ignorance, he doesn't dare to bet that Jenkins is scaring him.

　　 But the loyalty he has cultivated for a long time to Queen Isabella still allows him to barely overcome the fear in his heart. Although his expression was almost untensioned, he was still very brave.

　　 Seeing him like this, Jenkins stopped talking, but asked Miss Magic to step back.

　　 "Aura of fear..."

　　The aura that only Jenkins and the cat can see burst out from him, and then he suddenly stretched his head to look at the man shrinking in the corner:

　　 "Don't be afraid, look, do I look like a demon?"

　　 Then he learned what he wanted to know.

Section 1742 Chapter 1715 Warehouse (plus more tickets)

　　 "Is that a halo of fear? This is really rare. There are not many gifters willing to learn this ability now."

　　 When she left the small room behind the tavern, Miss Magic said in surprise. Jenkins lowered his head and looked at the notebook in his hand, which recorded what Mr. Joyce had just said. Mr. Joyce will "live" here for a few more hours, until the huntress informs the church and takes him away.

　　 "I didn't take the initiative to learn, but the person who came into contact with the abyss appeared by myself."

　　 "Abyss? Your life is more interesting than I thought."

　　 The woman touched her chin and said again.

　　 left the bar, and the two returned to the street. According to the clues provided by Mr. Joyce, it is enough to put the name of the culprit on Queen Isabella. The murder of the royal heir was carried out by Mr. Joyce and other followers of the Queen whom he did not know, and Mr. Joyce still kept several letters written to him by Queen Isabella.

　　 It is enough to have those letter evidence chains, and Joyce left the letter without destroying it, because he wanted to store it.

　　 "I don't have much chance to get the items belonging to your majesty."

　　 This is the man who burst into tears because of extreme panic, and said it in tears.

　　 But until now, Jenkins and Miss Magic still don't know what Queen Isabella wants to do. Fortunately, this was the last step. Mr. Joyce said the location of the suspected ceremony. As long as the ritual of the benefactor was actually held at that location, Miss Magic will have enough information to infer the general role of the ritual from the remaining traces.

　　 She is quite proud of her ability.

The so-called ceremony is held in a large warehouse in the east of the city near the mining area. According to Mr. Joyce, this piece of land is the property of the royal family, and some warehouses have been used as some of Her Majesty’s private goods since they were built. Transfer location.

　　 After arriving at the warehouse and trying to get into the warehouse, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon that day. Summer is hot, even if they come by carriage, Jenkins and Miss Magic are already a little impatient.

　　 So when they broke into the warehouse, the methods they used were a bit too aggressive. Of course, they didn't kill anyone.

The 　　 ceremony was held at midnight the day before yesterday. Now when you enter the warehouse, you can only see the empty warehouse, the dusty ground and the cargo distribution area drawn with pencil on the ground.