Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Do I think too much?"

　　PS: In this chapter, the annual income of 1,000 pounds is enough for bachelors to do this, not just scribbling.

Chapter 194 Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Banquet

　　 Jenkins tangled up thinking about "a lie to make up for a lie", and opened the other letters and read it again. Because the mailing addresses specially selected are all shopping streets or high-end accommodation areas, the recipients have a certain level of culture and can write, and the replies received are all carefully filled out questionnaires.

　　 "Do you really want to reply? If you reply, you must not just reply to one letter..."

　　 The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this matter was extremely troublesome, but he had to deal with it.

　　After thinking about it, he still wrote a reply. He was worried that the progress of making up his graduation thesis would be seen as flaws, because he had never written a sociology graduation thesis. So in order to avoid such things from happening, he still made a new questionnaire himself. This questionnaire is still investigating customs and living habits, but it is more detailed.

　　 In order to appear true, all the 37 responders, Jenkins, wrote the same letters. In order to prevent the gentleman at No. 12 Luyin Avenue from writing back again, at the end of the letter, Jenkins fabricated his current predicament in the tone of a girl student with a poor background, and asked the people who received the letter to reply. In the middle, mail two shillings, or the equivalent of currency, to help oneself tide over the difficulties. He, no, she will thank you later.

"that's fine."

　　 There are not many letters, so I used reading and writing and finished it in half an hour. But Jenkins thought about it again and thought it should be more authentic, so he printed another 100 letters of the first letter, but this time only 50 of them were attached with 1 shilling banknotes, and then all the letters At the end of the letter, I told about the difficulties I was facing, and I hope the other party can help.

　　 "This way no one will reply! Who would believe a stranger?"

　　 He thought happily, prepared fake envelopes and fake stamps for each letter, and went to the post office after disguising.

　　 After the letter was sent, Jenkins put the matter behind his head and concentrated on preparing for the prom the next day.

　　 Early in the morning of the next day, after Jenkins got up, he worked and studied at his father's place as usual during the day, and was only ready to go to the prom in the evening. This time I can't bring the chocolate, so I can only leave it at home. Dad also asked Jenkins to make more friends and not to sit in the corner all the time.

　　 Jenkins originally thought that the dance party was held in a hospital banquet hall, which was a bit weird. But after arriving in a horse-drawn carriage, watching horse-drawn carriages carrying various family crests scattered around the woods, well-dressed men and women walking hand in hand on the red carpet outside the main building of the hospital, he suddenly came into being that this was a nobleman somewhere. The illusion of the manor.

　　 The waiters at the door accurately called out Jenkins's surname and title, and then led him into the hospital.

　　 I did not expect that the entire first floor, except for the load-bearing wall and the load-bearing pillars, was completely opened up and became a huge banquet hall. The professional decorators decorated the load-bearing walls that got in the way, hung them with huge oil paintings and elegant gold decorations, which is actually a different style.

　　 "Is my face so big?"

　　 Jenkins stood at the entrance with some doubts, but no one came to greet him. I looked around and found no acquaintances. In fact, he only had two acquaintances. So he picked up a goblet with red wine on the table and found a place to sit down in the corner rest area.

　　 About half of the men and women attending the banquet were young people, and many of the others had seen Jenkins in the newspapers. An orchestra sits on a high platform in the center of the banquet hall, playing elegant music under the direction of an old man with gray hair and black formal wear.

　　 The guests talked and laughed and greeted each other. Gentlemen are talking about popular political topics nowadays. From time to time, some people hold their chests and greet familiar friends with "Mr." as the honorific.

　　 On the east and west walls, there is a string of newly installed copper gas lamps. The pipe is not installed in the wall, but is bent into a mechanical pattern outside the wall to decorate the wall. And above everyone's heads, the crystal chandeliers are shining candles, and the faint aroma diffuses into the air as the candles burn, making the atmosphere of the scene more noble.

　　 was sitting next to a group of young people who seemed to be talking. Jenkins turned sideways, unaccustomed to taking off the white gloves from his hands, and put his hat and cane aside. Originally, the servant wanted to take these things with the outermost windbreaker, but Jenkins said that the hat and cane are personal things, so you can bring it yourself.

　　 "...every night, that strange buzzing sound will sound on time..."

　　 The young people sitting together seemed to be telling stories, and it was a horror story, and the beautiful ladies exclaimed from time to time. A young man in a brown jacket closest to Jenkins took the opportunity to grab the hand of his female partner, but the other party was panicked and did not object.

　　 "...The evil spirit can only maintain the posture before death, and the poor one..."

　　 Another sentence floated into Jenkins' ears, and the more he listened, the more familiar the story became.

　　 "Wait, isn't this the horror story I told that night?"

　　 He couldn't help but chuckled, moved a bit on the sofa, and got into the crowd listening to the story.

　　 The story is not long, and the young storyteller quickly noticed Jenkins in the crowd. He was also invited by Little Wellington that night to participate in the reading salon. Jenkins vaguely remembered that his father was a Viscount, but compared to the down-and-out Viscount Augustus, the Viscount family was very wealthy. Mr. Viscount was not only a member of the Lords of the Kingdom, but also owned a large-scale tobacco company.

　　 "What's his last name? By the way, Abbott."

　　 Jenkins tried to remember, then nodded to Mr. Abbott.

　　 The face of Abbott who was stealing other people's stories immediately turned white.

　　 It just so happened that this story had reached the most critical point, and coupled with the pale complexion of the storyteller, several timid girls screamed.

　　 Not all ladies are like this. The dress is the most serious. Even the lady whose blue skirt can be described as "simple" has no reaction at all. Jenkins believed that this was the most distinguished person among all the people present, not only because of the attitude of others, but also the pair of purple earrings.

　　 He has been studying with his father for some time, and he has some experience in identifying this kind of item, at least because of his wealth, he can't buy it.

　　 Without interrupting Mr. Abbott’s storytelling, Jenkins got up and wanted to get some food. For today's party, he came without dinner.

　　 was looking at the deadly tropical fish on the table, and someone patted him behind him.

Chapter 195 Chapter 191 Beryl and Asyash

　　 "Good evening, ma'am."

　　 Jenkins turned around and found that it was Hathaway who should have greeted him.

　　 "Good evening, sir. I look good in this outfit today."

　　 She laughed softly and teased Jenkins. Of course, this dress was designed by a professional designer during the canonization of the saint a few days ago. It is Jenkins's best dress.

　　 The red-haired girl also looked hungry. Without saying a few words to Jenkins, she took a white plate and picked up the food on the long table.

　　 This is a buffet-style dinner. The two of them ate a little bit, and both felt that the public should not make indecent actions, such as taking too much food at once.

　　 "I'm really sorry, Brian wanted to find you a marriage partner, but there are many good girls among our friends."

　　 wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin, the whole movement was very elegant, this is the temperament that noble families can cultivate.

"I don’t know what happened. Dajia believes that you have a chance to become the bishop of the [Knowledge and Books] church in more than 30 years, so more and more people want to come to the party. Attracted some people who are better at socializing, and then more people. Brian had originally wanted to turn them down. As a result, Duke Douglas Gerrold heard that there would be many young aristocratic heirs attending the party, so he would come too. . Fortunately, Duke Mihail decided that this party would be hosted by him, so you became a supporting role."

　　 "A supporting role? That's fine too."

　　 Jenkins was eager to do this. He thought about it again, the duke that the girl said should be the steward of the current queen of the kingdom, who appeared when he was conferred the honorary baron that day.

　　 "What is he going to do?"

"how could I know?"

　　 Hathaway waved her hand, "Except for talking to a few powerful nobles in Nolan, he has not done anything else. Why? Are you interested in this matter?"

　　 "Yes. This is the first time I have seen a duke. It is rare for someone of my background to meet such a nobleman."

　　 Hathaway reached out and picked up the goblet from the passing waiter’s tray, which contained red wine, "Speaking of which, I want to remind you. Two of the Duke’s guards can be sure that they are the benefactors, or be careful."

"Ok."

　　 He nodded, also holding a goblet in his hand, which was also purple-red liquid. But this is grape juice. Jenkins rarely drinks. Before crossing, he was poor. Now he is worried about drinking.

　　 "Huh? Why is the color of your wine different from mine?"

　　 Hathaway also noticed this.

　　 "Well, maybe the varieties are different."

　　 can never admit that this is juice.

　　 Although Hathaway Hesha is the son of the earl with no inheritance rights, she also has to face unshirkable entertainment. After talking with Jenkins for a while, she had to leave.

　　 Before leaving, she told Jenkins that Brian Michal was upstairs-which had been converted into a lounge-with her father and Mr. Earl to meet, and she would come to him in a moment. She knows that Jenkins knows almost no one, so she will come back again after dealing with things here.

　　 "It's not easy."

　　 Jenkins watched the girl in the long skirt leave, sighed softly, looked at the fish on the table, and thought of the chocolate at home. As a cat, he is unexpectedly not interested in fish, but likes sweets instead.

　　 He didn't forget about the demon summoner, so he stood on the edge of the hall and opened the real eye from time to time to check for any abnormalities.

　　Among the bodyguards or guards, there are indeed a few who are gifted, and there are two fifth-level ones upstairs. Among young people, nothing has been discovered for the time being.

　　 and the waiter asked about the direction of the bathroom, Jenkins walked out of the hall with a cane, turned the corridor, and happened to meet Abbott who was telling the story just now.

　　 "Mr. Williams, long time no see."

　　 He smiled awkwardly.

"long time no see."

　　 Jenkins responded in the same way. He didn't mind that his story was stolen. In fact, it was not a theft. I looked up and down the noble young man. He was not a gifter and had no special items, so he turned sideways and motioned for him to pass first.

　　 "Oh, Mr. William, just now, I was really sorry just now."

　　 It seems that the dialogue here is going to continue.

　　 "Let him go over this matter, Mr. Abbott, I am not a caregiver."

　　'S mind is that as long as I don't use stories to make a profit, I am not a caretaker.

　　 "That's good, you are really generous, oh, this...Actually, I want to ask you something."

　　 He hesitated to talk, looked around, and took Jenkins to a remote corridor.

　　 "William the first, Baron Williams, I heard that you have a good relationship with the church?"

　　 he asked in a low voice, a little frightened.

"Yes it is."

　　 Jenkins looked at him hesitantly, then nodded.

　　 "That's it, I found a..."

　　 He stopped talking, and looked behind Jenkins with some horror.

　　 Jenkins turned his head and found that it was a pale young man with dazzling blond hair set off his handsome face. His clothes may not be more expensive than most people in the banquet hall, but with his own temperament, he has a different kind of charm.

　　 This person gives Jenkins a weird feeling.

　　 "Mr. Baron, we'll talk about it next time."

　　 Abbott explained in a panic, and then strode towards the other side of the corridor without looking back. Although, there is not an open area of ​​the hospital at all.

　　 "Jenkins Williams."

　　 Without taking care of Abbott who had escaped, Jenkins nodded at the newly-appearing young man. For the fourth-level gift, there is a short special item around his waist, and the pendant on his chest is red aura. The whole back is glowing, but the color is very light. Is it a tattoo?

　　 "Dimen Beryl."

　　 He also said his name, and then looked up and down Jenkins recklessly: "Are you that great writer?"

　　 Beryl's spirit didn't look very good, and he stretched out his right hand and tapped Jenkins's chest impolitely: "Don't be nosy, you know?"

　　 "I know."

　　 He replied in a low voice, not daring to look into Beryl's eyes.

　　 At the moment when the two touched, the twin demon's ability light spot suddenly jumped violently.

　　 Beryl nodded, wiped his fingers with the white handkerchief in his breast pocket, then turned and left. A red light spot of power shone in front of Beryl, and in a daze, Jenkins felt an extremely subtle cold sensation in his chest, but it quickly disappeared in the tremor of the candle.

　　 "Is it so arrogant?"

　　 Jenkins stroked the clothes on his chest and narrowed his eyes.

　　PS: I heard that there will be an event on Double 11, so I will inquire about it before announcing it.

Chapter 196 Chapter 192 Social Circumstances and Murder in the Distance

　　 He still remembered that this was a stronghold of the [All Things and Nature] church, so he didn't go back to the hall immediately, but went around. After a while, I saw a familiar face, the person who appeared when I tested the spear last time.

　　 Not long after returning to the hall, Miss Mihail and Hathaway walked over together.

　　 "If you want to apologize, forget it, Ms. Hesha has already spoken modestly."

　　 He raised his hands to his chest and said with a smile.

　　 "I will have another party if I have a chance."

　　 The blonde girl touched her nose. She wore a fluffy golden cake dress today, so this action is not only rude, but also sets off the charm of the lady.

　　 Jenkins took the opportunity to inquire about Dimen Beryl, but he didn't expect both girls to know him. He is 25 years old and is not a nobleman, but he is very famous in the upper class of Nolan City.

　　 This seems to be a very communicative person, except that he has become eccentric due to illness during this period, and has always been likable. He has his own fixed circle, and he often gathers a group of young girls around him.

　　 "By the way, he seems to be very interested in the occult too, but Britney hates this person and thinks he is weird, so she never talks to him."

　　 Miss Hesa ​​mentioned this matter.

　　 If Miss Miller did not deceive Jenkins a few days ago, then this Mr. Beryl is probably what the church is looking for. Miss Mihail turned around and talked with her friend. Jenkins immediately lowered her voice, stretched out her hand to tidy the collar, and actually covered her mouth.

　　 "Is he a gifter? I mean, is he just a lover of occult?"

　　 The girl was shocked, then laughed: