Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins twisted the dust and observed it:

　　 "It seems to be flour."

"It doesn't matter, the warehouse itself is closed, and it seems that not many people have entered since then. This is enough to preserve some invisible traces and the spirit formed by the ritual itself. As long as it is mysterious, it will leave traces. It's more optimistic than I thought."

　　 said Miss Magic, and then drove Jenkins out. It was not that she wanted him to look out for the wind, but Miss Magic thought that Jenkins was like a behemoth shaking her body in an unflat ocean, and his presence would interfere with the rituals that required harsh conditions and precise operations.

Jenkins, who was rushed out of the warehouse, looked at his cat with a very innocent expression. Today, the very well-behaved chocolate was yawning. Seeing Jenkins looking at it, he gave a "meow~" and rubbed his furry face. Rubbed Jenkins' face.

　　 "You rescued me from the lake. I haven't thanked you yet."

　　 Jenkins stood in the shadows under the eaves of the warehouse to enjoy the cold, raised his right index finger slightly, and scratched the chocolate chin. The cat immediately squinted his eyes and made a softer cry.

　　 "Since tomorrow is my birthday, then prepare something you love to eat."

　　 He said with a smile, and then took the initiative to reveal his secret, in a very quiet voice:

　　 "Actually, I don't really care about that birthday, but since they want to celebrate for me, I have to be serious. I don't know what gifts will be given to me. I don't need anything now..."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate wagged its tail, wondering if he should also give Jenkins a gift.

　　 The outside of the warehouse is a yard for temporary storage of goods, and the outside of the yard faces a road paved with gravel, and there are other warehouses on both sides.

　　 Jenkins was talking to the cat, and suddenly raised his head to notice that at the other end of the road, a man with a hat was coming.

　　 His footsteps are very quiet, his walking posture seems to be slanted to the right, but each step is accurately walking in a straight line, as if he suffers from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

　　 is wearing black boots on his feet, with his right hand in his pocket, his face is heavy, his eyes are looking straight at the stranger standing at the door of the warehouse.

"coming."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, slowly hugging the cat on his shoulders and putting it on the ground, and then stood up straight and walked towards the yard door instead of leaning on the wall.

　　 The man who walked from the gravel road at the door was at the highest level of vigilance at this moment. He didn't slow down his steps, but his right hand in his pocket held the object tighter, almost holding his breath and stepping forward.

　　 "Who are you? Where is the guard here?"

　　 The man who came from a distance asked the first question, and stopped moving not far from the gate of the warehouse compound. His voice is neutral, but powerful and low.

　　 "I am the guard here."

　　 Jenkins said, then looked at the man's right hand:

　　 "What is there?"

　　 Seeing Jenkins's question, the man actually took the initiative to stretch out his clenched fist:

　　 "Do you really want to know what this is?"

　　The hand didn't let go, so Jenkins couldn't see what was in the palm, but the black aura cannot be faked. The stranger in front of him is only level 3, which is not a high level, but if you look closely, there is a very subtle and imperceptible aura in his body.

　　 "Is it another reformer of the Gear Craftsmen's Association? What does this matter have to do with you?"

　　 Before he finished his words, the strange man had already threw the palm of his hand toward him.

　　 Jenkins couldn't make it hard, and waved his hand to the front to condense a layer of ice in the mist. His original intention was to change the flight trajectory of the black aura item, but he didn't expect the thing to penetrate the ice board and fly towards Jenkins' chest.

　　 his eyes narrowed, and his dynamic vision caught the spinning brass gear. Flicking his fingertips, while dodge sideways, the stones flew out from the fingertips and flew horizontally towards the gear. In order to ensure the hardness, Jenkins even added some metal to it when "drawing" it.

　　 It succeeded this time. The gear was hit by a stone and slanted in the air. But before falling to the ground, he suddenly flew up again, flying towards Jenkins again like a flies chasing dirt.

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Chapter 1743 Chapter 1716: Sacrifice Exchange Potion

　　 The speed of the flying object is very fast. If it is not for the physical fitness of the 7th-level gifter and the reaction speed of [Cat’s Grace], Jenkins may even be unable to see its flight trajectory.

But it doesn’t matter. Once again capturing the moment it was flying in the air, the Holy Bone Sword was drawn out of the air and swung downwards suddenly. As the sword light with gray and ambiguous colors flashed by, a white line The line ran straight along the central axis of the road to divide the road in front of the yard into two parts. It also divided the weird gear and the man standing in the middle of the road into two parts.

　　 "Is it that simple?"

　　 He stood in place with his weapon in his hand, looked around, and under the cue of inspiration, he looked down. I saw a few ants-like things that were much smaller than rice grains, trying to climb on his upper, and then looking into the distance, more brass-colored things lined up in a straight line and crawled toward this side, like The ants are marching.

　　 Jenkins was startled, all these things had black aura in the unclosed real eyes. He wanted to take a step back, but he didn't expect the "ants" to "fly" faster and pounce on Jenkins' face like locusts.

　　 instinctively waved his palm forward, and the flame was swayed by him like a wall, almost igniting the air in the explosion. When a few "ants" flew out of the wall of fire and rushed towards Jenkins, Jenkins had already put the air bomb ring on his hand.

　　 "I didn't mean to detonate the street, I hope Miss Magic can be faster."

　　 He thought in his heart, waving his hand forward again as before, so Miss Magic, who closed her eyes in the warehouse chanting ancient words, felt the ground shook when she heard the explosion.

　　 The corners of her mouth twitched, but she still stood still, fully confident that Mr. Candle outside could solve all the troubles.

　　 This time Jenkins didn't blow up half a street like last time, but only blew up the small street at the door of the warehouse yard. The resulting explosion was enough to alarm this block. Although there were empty warehouses around him, he had to solve the problem before the police were attracted.

　　 After the explosion, my ears still caught the sound of Xisuo Soo moving in the rising dust.

　　 "Vanilla, go back!"

　　 Jenkins yelled at his cat. The cat almost pressed his belly to the ground just now and crawled forward, like a tiger about to hunt. It's a pity that the chocolate is too small, and this is only funny.

The wall of fire and the explosion just now worked. Only a few brass-colored "metal ants" can climb out of the messy road after the explosion, and their forward speed has become slower, enough for Jenkins to see clearly. what.

　　 "Metal...gears?"

　　 He mistakenly thought that something the size of an ant was a metal creation made of very small gears that looked like an ant. They are simple in shape, with the large gear as the body, the small gear and the bearing together to form the tentacles and the feet, and they can even merge and split during the crawling process.

There is no reason why Jenkins thought of his [Mechanical Light], because the objects decomposed by [Mechanical Light] ended up scattered into gears of similar size, shape and color, but they couldn’t be put together to become ants. .

　　 "So..."

　　 stretched his right hand forward to make a lifting motion, and as the unique mantra was recited by him softly, the light representing the color of the celestial spirit had been lifted by him.

　　 did not use this lamp immediately, but continued to use flames to drive the gear ants together. When the ring of fire had almost gathered them, it actually vaguely formed the appearance of the complete gear that I saw just now.

　　 What was thrown by the strange man just now was not gears at all, but metal clusters gathered by these metal ants.

　　 "Mechanical Light!"

　　 The blue-violet light shot out from the center of the miner’s lamp, covering the “gears” on the ground. The surface of the "gear" originally had uneven undulations due to the surging of the mechanical structure, flowing like a ripple, but as soon as it touched the light, the "gear" itself stopped, and all the metal ants that pieced it together seemed to die. Drop in general.

　　 As the light continued to shine, the gear finally couldn't maintain its shape, and it scattered directly into a pool of metal on the ground. Jenkins watched with his eyes uneasy, until the last trace of black aura disappeared, and then burned all the metals that did not possess extraordinary power with flames.

The burnt metal emits an abnormal stench in the air. Even in the empty street, the smell persists for a long time. Until the lady magic has handled the things in the warehouse and walked out, she can smell the abnormal smell. .

　　 "What happened just now? When you were fighting, you broke through the underground septic tank?"

　　 The woman came out holding her nose, holding a small paper bag in her hand.

　　 "It's the Gear Craftsman's Association. Have you ever heard of tricks made of small gear creations?"

　　 "I haven't heard of it, what is that?"

　　 "It's probably a new trick made by something underground."

　　 Jenkins said, and then motioned to Miss Magic to follow him and leave soon. The police were about to arrive.

　　 This incident attracted the Gear Craftsmen's Association, which Jenkins really didn't expect. But in the short retreat process, he also thought that the Gear Craftsman Association and the Tree House are now united, so the Tree House allows the low-level gift of the Craftsman Association to destroy the ceremonial venue with a trick, which seems to have been said in the past.

　　In this way, the collaboration between Queen Isabella and Treehouse is not as comprehensive as Jenkins expected. Obviously, she does not completely trust the tree house, so except for the necessary ritual parts, the other parts are all done by ordinary people under her.

　　 Because of this, the incident itself has anti-divination and anti-tracking, but if you avoid the fortune-telling from the details, just like what Jenkins did today, it is not impossible to track down anything.

　　Miss Magic has also gained something in the warehouse. According to her, the ritual traces left on the scene are very obvious. Although it is a sacrifice ritual that she is not good at, the purpose of this ritual is to "sacrifice" and "acquire" based on the placement of the ceremony base, the time of the ceremony, and the runes on the ceremony base that can be "see" ".

　　 "My foundation in ritual studies is not very good, so can I change it to a more normal term."

　　 The two have left the warehouse in the Chengdong mining area at this moment, and are walking along the street towards the city center. It is still the afternoon, although it is Saturday, but because of the hot weather, there are few pedestrians on the street. Through the lingering smoke, the two of them moved forward.

　　 "Your ritual learning foundation is not good?"

　　 Of course Miss Magic did not believe this sentence, but she was too lazy to question, but patiently explained:

"Sacrifice something for something. Although it is still a sacrifice in essence, there is a difference between the two. The prototype of the ritual in the warehouse is very old, and I can't even trace it back to the original appearance. But similar rituals I have seen it, and I have to say that this is your luck, Mr. Candle... In short, if we talk about the actual effect of this time, then it should be "sacrifice one of the seven transmitters of a different kind of blood and get a share Potions that can enhance bloodlines'."

　　 "So detailed?"

　　 "Don't you still believe in my ritual studies?"

　　 The woman said very arrogantly, when it comes to her professional skills, Miss Magic will behave like this.

　　 Jenkins remembered the "projection ceremony" he bought for eight thousand pounds, and immediately nodded with a sullen face:

　　 "I fully believe in your knowledge, Miss Magic."

　　 "So this is all revealed? The true purpose of Her Majesty is to gain the blood of the elves, so as to gain a longer life and rule the Kingdom of Fidcicle?"

　　 Her tone became brisk. After all, this incident was almost over. Although there was an accident, it was generally smooth. Being able to participate in the disputes of the royal family without danger is also a novelty for Miss Magic. As for the victims who appeared because of this, she neither knew nor had anything to do with her, so this would not affect her mood.

　　 "Strengthen one's blood? This is impossible.

　　Actually, Queen Isabella has no blood relationship with the Middleton family. If the ritual calls are really as you said, then the potion should have no effect on Queen Isabella. "

　　 "I know that His Majesty is not a true member of the Middleton family, but just married to the royal family, but don't the nobles have the habit of intermarriage? Maybe she is also a distant relative of Middleton."

　　 Miss Magic guessed again, turning around the corner with Jenkins, and looking at the beautiful white building with him while walking. The steam pipe is attached to the surface of the wall, and the brass-colored brilliance seems to draw elegant lines on the wall.

　　 "But she is an exception, because she has been in power for too long, so many people probably have forgotten it, but Queen Isabella is of civilian origin."

"what?"

　　 Miss Magic retracted her gaze to look at her companion, and found that it was not a joking expression:

　　 "Then why did she spend so much effort? Can't it be that she herself has forgotten her ancestry, right?"

"Of course it's impossible, Salhi II said that although Queen Isabella is a little confused, she is still sober at least now...not necessarily for her own use, maybe she has chosen Healed his heir, but didn't want to let Middleton's bloodline decline from then on..."

Jenkins slowed down and looked in the direction of the city center. His eyes rose from the streets that seemed to be gradually widening on both sides. Finally, he saw the black metal tower standing in the depths of the thick fog. The black tower began to appear.

　　 suddenly stopped:

　　 "I think, I probably understand it. Unexpectedly, it turned out that she planned to do so."

Chapter 1744 The first thousand seven hundred and seventeen

"What do you unserstand?"

　　 On the fog-shrouded street, Miss Magic asked suspiciously.

　　 "I understand some obvious things, I'll talk about it later, I have a plan now, do I want to go together?"

　　 Next, Jenkins' plan was to go directly to Queen Isabella, and Miss Magic immediately thought he was crazy.

　　 The woman was actually taken aback by his bold and direct thought. Although she is a gifter, she still retains respect and a certain degree of respect for the queen of secular kingship. It was not in awe of human beings, but in awe of the power gained from power, so Miss Magic never thought that one day she would directly rush in front of the queen.

"I think you'd better think about it carefully and make a foolproof plan, instead of using simple sentences like'we lurked in the past, while others are not paying attention, to ask the truth behind this incident' to describe the next approach. ."

"okay then......"

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, and said again:

　　 "My plan is to wait at the gate of the city hall, sneak into her carriage in advance, and then use spells to eliminate our voices and shadows. After she gets in the car, we will ask her again."

　　 Jenkins nodded and said, thinking it was a pretty good plan.

　　 "Are you kidding me, Mr. Candle? Go kidnapping the queen of a country, how simple is your plan?"

　　 "Of course, do I still need to write a detailed plan? I have never been in this habit."

　　 he asked in surprise, but Miss Magic still thought it was too reckless:

　　 "Then what do you think should be?"

　　 Then he stopped and asked, Miss Magic also stopped, and stood with Jenkins in front of the mailbox at the entrance of the alley, as if stopping to chat.

"First of all, we have too few people. Second, you just thought of this plan, but in fact, you don’t know anything about the city hall and the situation around the Queen. Finally, since she is cooperating with illegal organizations, there must be protection around her. The means of the giver, shouldn't we prevent this in advance?"

　　Miss Magic is a very cautious person. In fact, Jenkins is also very cautious, but he thinks that at least on this matter, there is no need to worry about too many details. If it succeeds, it’s better. If it doesn’t succeed, the Church of Orthodox God will not embarrass the two in the face of cooperation, let alone what they did this time is completely righteous.

　　 "What you said makes sense, but now the sun is about to set, and the night is long and dreamy. We'd better deal with it today. After all, a person has just died, and he will definitely find it over the tree house."

"In this case......"

　　Miss Magic gritted her teeth:

　　 "Then go to Mr. Hood, he is steady, and I know he is nearby. We call him to join the operation, even if it fails in the end, there must be no way to escape."

　　 "Don't worry about failure, you will definitely succeed."