Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "This spring, about three months ago."

　　 Jenkins counted the days. At that time, he should be in Luen, living with Her Royal Highness and Alexia.

He didn’t know what the possibility of a foreigner did not arrive, but in short, he understood that the emergence of this strange ability of [Toolmaker] may not only be related to the knowledge of the foreign world in the mind of the foreigner, perhaps Jenkins itself Have such a unique talent.

　　 Otherwise, it is completely impossible to explain why Jenkins here chooses to combine life and mechanical power.

"found it."

　　 He said suddenly, reaching out and pressing on the newspaper. Dad wanted to see what he was pointing at, but Jenkins showed it to Miss Magic.

　　 The latter stood on tiptoes and stretched his head, read the sentence, and understood what Jenkins meant:

　　 "...A fire broke out in Building B, 38 Tibester Avenue, and the Joel newspaper office located here was forced to relocate to..."

　　 The address at 38 B Tibester Avenue should belong to Miss Magic’s "Howard Detective Agency".

　　 Miss Magic didn't know that the Jenkins who was just killed was not the Jenkins she knew, she just thought there was a variable in this world. Now that Jenkins exists, it is very unlikely that Miss Windsor will affect the address of her detective office, so she believes that the variable of this world is the lack of herself.

　　 "Mr. Oliver, do you know Grand Duke Windsor?"

"of course I know."

　　 Dad replied, looking at the three people in front of him hesitantly:

　　 "What do you do with this? The Grand Duke of Windsor is in contact with Jenkins Williams?"

　　 "No, I want to know, does Grand Duke Windsor have a daughter?"

　　 "Of course there is, Your Majesty Jessica Windsor..."

　　 "Your Majesty?"

　　Miss Windsor’s voice is a bit distorted. Jenkins’ intention was to reconfirm that Miss Windsor in this world also exists, but he did not expect to ask for another message.

　　 The old man looked at Miss Windsor suspiciously, and then slowly said:

　　 "Yes, Your Majesty Jessica Windsor.

　　 About last winter, I think about it, yes, in December, the former queen Isabella died unexpectedly. According to her will, His Majesty Jessica Windsor succeeded to the throne... Oh, to be honest, do you really know this? "

　　 It can be seen that the old man has made no secret of his doubts about the origin of the three people, but this is not true at all, and his suspicion will not cause any impact.

　　 "Queen Isabella is dead?"

　　 Jenkins confirmed in a low voice, and then looked at Miss Magic in confusion. He didn't understand why the lack of Miss Magic and the world of outlanders would affect this matter. After all, the Queen should have nothing to do with the wanted criminal Jenkins and Miss Magic at this time.

"The Butterfly Effect?"

　　 He guessed, and then continued to ask:

"The death of Queen Isabella, we also heard about it when we were living in seclusion in the forest south of Chesland, but I want to know what the church thinks about Queen Isabella's death? After asking this question, we left immediately. . After that, you can choose to submit our information to the church, it’s okay, the three of us think we are not bad guys."

　　 He heard Miss Magic smile uncooperatively beside him, but he had to pretend to be serious.

　　 "Do you want to hear lace news from me? The body of the former queen has not undergone a post-mortem..."

　　 Miss Windsor raised her head to look at her father, Jenkins and Miss Magic both noticed the pain in her eyes.

　　 "Why?"

　　 Jenkins asked:

　　 "I can understand that the Church of the Dead cannot conduct an autopsy on the king, but the police department also does not conduct an autopsy?"

　　 "His Majesty Windsor claimed that she and her servants saw Majesty Isabella accidentally fall down the stairs, so no post-mortem was required."

　　 said the old man, and as expected, all three of them showed strange expressions.

　　 "So the gossip is rumored that it was His Majesty Windsor who murdered..."

　　 The old man noticed that Miss Windsor suddenly closed his eyes, thinking she was going to talk, but she didn't.

"It was His Majesty Windsor who murdered His Majesty Isabella, but there is no evidence. Oh, damn, I'm just an antique shop owner. I don't understand politics. Please don't ask for more details. Do you think it is a civil service of the Orthodox Church? People, should you care about this matter?"

Chapter 1909 Chapter 1880 Chapter Windsor and Windsor

　　 Daddy looked a little irritable, so Jenkins left the antique shop with his companions as agreed, and there was no valuable news here.

　　 It is still raining outside, but fortunately, the umbrellas of the three dead men can be used.

　　 "Why does my non-existent world affect you so much?"

　　Walking on the street, Miss Magic asked Jenkins very curiously:

"Miss Windsor will not mention it for the time being. Although she has changed a little bit and became the queen of her own country, it is still within a reasonable range after thinking about it. And you actually degenerate from a holy son of the Orthodox Church to a wanted cultist. , This change is too great? Could it be that my destiny has a pivotal place in the story of the world?"

　　 She probably thought too much, but Jenkins did not refute Miss Magic’s point of view, nor did she continue to talk about this topic:

"I'll talk about this later. Now that'I' is dead, and you don't exist, we will go to meet the'Your Majesty Windsor' next, and if the conditions for leaving are still not met, we will go to my home on Privet Road. Look for clues."

　　 He said so, but knew that the high probability clue was still on "Your Majesty Windsor".

　　 This proposal is for two ladies. Miss Magic has no objection. She is very excited and satisfied with this slyland, especially since it seems to be a very low-risk slyland. Miss Windsor lowered her head and walked behind them, but she did not speak for a long time.

　　 "Miss Windsor?"

　　 He yelled, but still did not reply, so he changed his address:

　　 "Jessica?"

　　 Miss Windsor seemed to have just woke up, and finally raised her head from under the umbrella, Jenkins noticed that her eyes were a little red.

"It's okay, everything here is false, it's just a possibility. You see, when I killed myself, I didn't hesitate in the slightest. The dead Queen Isabella here is not Queen Isabella; here The Queen of Windsor is not the real Jessica Windsor, so don’t be sad about this kind of thing."

　　 "She has not experienced so much like you, and you may not have discovered that this world is affecting us, making us unable to distinguish between the real and the false."

　　Miss Magic walked a bit slower, and was even with Miss Windsor, and said to her:

　　 "I and Jenkins are here, no matter what happens, there are two of us to stand up, you don't need to pay attention to everything that happens here, just treat it as a dream."

　　 "I won't kill her anyway."

　　 Miss Windsor muttered to herself as if she hadn't heard Miss Magic's words. Miss Magic looked at Jenkins standing in the rain with some embarrassment:

"It seems that she was affected by the treacherous situation a little bit more than the two of us. Now there is no other way. You can give her some mental stimulation to make her sober, otherwise I am worried that after we see the current queen, Miss Windsor will Will collapse."

　　 "What mental stimulation?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"You understand."

　　 Miss Magic held the umbrella with one hand, and chuckled softly with her other hand covering her mouth, showing an ambiguous expression.

　　 Jenkins opened his mouth and wanted to object, but he also knew that this seemed to have to be done. Time was running out, he didn't tangled anymore, walked to Miss Windsor, put his left hand on her shoulder, and lowered his head to look at her.

　　 Miss Windsor, whose eyes were a little confused, also noticed the close look at Jenkins, her face turned red, her eyes filled with panic, she bit her lip, and finally closed her eyes facing Jenkins.

　　 "Sorry."

　　 He said softly, and slowly closed his eyes. Afterwards, two silver light bands that only he could see flowed around him like a rushing silver river.

　　 did not finger, but blew gently. While Miss Windsor felt the warm air flow on her forehead, some silver dust like stardust entered her mind.

　　 Jenkins stepped back slowly, watching Miss Windsor suddenly open her eyes, her eyes were blank for a few seconds, and then she suddenly lost her umbrella, lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.

　　Miss Magic hurriedly walked over and picked up an umbrella to cover her from the rain, but she turned around and asked Jenkins suspiciously:

"what have you done."

　　 softly reminded in the rain:

　　 "I mean let you kiss her."

　　 "Of course I know what you mean, but am I such a person? As for what I have done, have you ever heard of the ability [Grant of Knowledge]?"

　　 "Have heard...what did you show her?"

　　Miss Magic thinks that she has done her best to her employer.

　　 "You never want to get answers from me."

　　 Jenkins shook his head quickly.

　　 Miss Magic squinted at him for two seconds, then turned to look at Miss Windsor, wanting to get an answer from her.

　　 "In the name of the Windsor family, you are doomed to get nothing."

　　 The flushed-faced Miss Windsor grabbed the umbrella and walked forward first, preventing anyone from seeing her expression at the moment. Upon seeing this, Jenkins also immediately followed. Miss Magic was a little later, staring at Jenkins' back and wondering what she was thinking.

　　 In this world of possibility, Bel Dylan is still the capital of the Kingdom of Fedictelli, but Queen Windsor happens to be visiting Nolan at this point in time. Jenkins just saw the news in the newspaper, so he wanted to see her.

　　 There is no shining star of destiny in the sky, and the arrival of the end is only a rumors, so at this time, there is no church gifter to protect and monitor the royal family.

　　This makes it easy for the three of Jenkins to sneak in. Now, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor is in the mansion where Queen Isabella is staying in reality.

　　 Nolan in the world of possibility is experiencing an ordinary rainy afternoon. In the study of the royal residence, Jenkins gently closed the door, then looked up and saw Queen Windsor in a luxurious dress, standing in panic at the window.

　　 The window was closed tightly, and she couldn't open it even if she hit it. Miss Magic and Miss Windsor were standing side by side not far away. Miss Magic's right index finger and **** were crossed. This is using the spell ability to ensure that no one can bother here in a short time.

"who are you?"

　　Even though the destiny trajectory is different, Queen Windsor is still Miss Windsor, her character is still strong and brave, and there is not such a big contrast between the two "Jenkins".

　　Queen Windsor asked three strangers, her right hand hanging down, on which was the huge royal ring. The left hand on the window sill, the seemingly normal posture, in the eyes of Miss Windsor, is an obvious action to hide tension.

　　 Looking at the stranger with this familiar face, the three sighed in their hearts. This is different from the "Jenkins" just now. That Jenkins can tell at a glance that he is definitely not the same person as the Jenkins they know. But the Queen Windsor in front of her has many similarities with Miss Windsor.

　　 "We are irrelevant people. Ask a few questions and leave. You can also see that we are all gifters, so don't think that someone can save you."

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 "Bonus? How dare you? The Tower Agreement..."

　　 After she became a queen, she actively contacted the church and informed the tower agreement of the restrictions on all gifters.

　　 "The Tower Agreement? Oh, that's really useful, but we don't intend to hurt you, provided that you can answer our questions."

　　 Jenkins said that this is not the real world, and they will not stay for long, so there is no need to worry about the tower agreement.

　　 "What do you want to ask?"

　　 Queen Windsor frowned her pretty brows and asked.

"let me see......"

　　 Jenkins glanced at Miss Windsor and motioned for her to ask. Only he knows himself best, and he thinks that Miss Windsor's inquiry would be more effective.

　　 "Why do you want to be the king of this country?"

　　 Miss Windsor understood what Jenkins meant, so she asked.

　　 "I am destined to be a king, and I am born to be a king. Is there anyone more qualified than me here?"

　　 She raised her neck, her white neck is indeed very beautiful.

　　 Jenkins was stern and expressionless, and Miss Magic was smiling. The words of Queen Windsor are indeed very interesting to most people.

　　 "Then, sire... how did Queen Isabella die?"

　　 Miss Windsor asked again.

　　 "I accidentally fell down the stairs and died."

　　 She answered this question almost without pause, which is consistent with the official news given by the old man. Only the posture was changed to hug her chest. Miss Windsor thought it was a gesture of self-protection.

　　 "Lies."

　　 said Jenkins on the side.

　　 "You can choose not to believe it, but this is the answer I gave."

　　 The Queen Windsor in the ball dress made an indifferent expression.

　　 "We don't want to use those cruel methods to deal with you, so please cooperate."

　　 Seeing the situation, Miss Magic said that, it wasn't a threat, she just wanted to play a cruel role among the three.

　　 "Oh, how do you want to deal with me?"

　　 asked the young and beautiful king, with his hands on his chest, his slender, white right index finger wearing a ring, rhythmically beating his left arm. Her expression looked relaxed, as if she was smiling, and overall she was calm and composed.

　　 "I know what you fear, what you worry about, and what you fear most."