The Master of the Strange Realm

"You don't have to be shy, Jenkins. Young men and women are consensual, and there is no serious problem."

The short lady took the initiative to reach out and take Jenkins' right hand, and stroked the back of his hand twice with her other hand. In the tradition of the Kingdom of Fidictri, this is an action done to comfort children.

"Yes, that's normal."

He thought that this was already the Tuesday of the fourth week of February, and February only had 28 days, which meant that the month would end on Thursday, which seemed to be...the day after tomorrow.

"Oops, after coming to Shire on a business trip, I seem to have forgotten Robert's request."

For a moment, he had the idea of ​​never returning to Nolan. The idea was so strong that Jenkins was almost convinced.

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Chapter 886 Chapter 869 Loen’s Night Battle

"You look troubled."

Alexia pointed this out, and Jenkins didn't hide his thoughts.

"…Yeah, I guess so."

He almost covered his forehead and groaned. Compared with the skull sword that was nowhere to be found, the family dinner at the end of the month was what troubled him the most.

It has already arrived in early spring in Nolan on the far west coast, while Loen in the north is still covered in silver. The outdoor temperature at night is very low, and most of the roads are covered with snow. Spring is still far away here, and the bad weather will probably last until April or even May.

Tonight, the four of them did not stay in the study to chat, but left the palace at the right time. The heavily guarded palace complex might have been a dangerous maze to others, but under Julia's guidance, Miss Stuart even gave Jenkins a tour of the daily routine of her father, King Salsi II. study room.

Jenkins had to admit that the study was beautifully decorated.

The air here is very good, and you can see the vast starry sky when you look up.

Under a bright moon and stars hanging in the sky, a carriage carrying a group of four people galloped along the small roads in the city, leaving only two parallel ruts, which were soon covered by heavy snow.

Tonight was not a peaceful night. After leaving the core area of ​​the city centered on the hillside where the palace complex was located, some noisy sounds gradually reached my ears.

Jenkins initially thought it was a group of drunks causing trouble in the streets, but soon recognized the sound of gunshots in the noise.

As the carriage continued to advance, the collision of cold weapons, the roar of men, and sporadic gunshots became more and more obvious, which made Jenkins begin to wonder if there was a rebellion in the city.

"No, this is just a gang fight."

Julia explained in a low voice. Seeing that Jenkins still didn't understand, she added:

"The Skoll Vipers in the lower town are fighting for territory with the Masons. Winter is about to end in two months, and they are fighting for control of the area near the train station."

Although the development of the steam industry is enough to allow steam trains to ride in the ice and snow in the North, for safety reasons, the number of trains in the North in winter is much reduced compared to summer.

"Of course, this is just a superficial reason... In fact, His Highness's people are fighting a decisive battle with the Eleventh Prince's people."

"The Eleventh Prince... I remember that he seemed to be just a 13-year-old child."

"Thirteen years old can be considered an adult in our country. After all, some people have become fathers at this age."

Julia explained patiently, and finally concluded:

"This is not a big deal. His Highness Howard Stuart was too young. He was not prepared to fight for the crown at all, so he rashly joined the 'war'. His Highness just wanted to teach him a small lesson. And then get some intelligence from him..."

Miss Stuart tried her best not to show that proud look while Julia was explaining. But she couldn't help but observe Jenkins's expression. That squinting look made Jenkins want to refuse to admit after eating some chocolate.

"Do you need my help?"

"We are just spectators."

Alexia reminded.

The carriage carried the four people through the streets and alleys. Although there were occasional chasers running around, no one came close to the luxurious carriage. Jenkins didn't know whether those people were afraid of the owner of the carriage or the huge convoy of escorts following the carriage, but it didn't matter.

Although Howard Stuart was only 13 years old, unlike his sisters, he was already eligible to move out. The young prince's residence was in a secluded neighborhood on the edge of the commercial street, but tonight it was anything but secluded.

When Jenkins jumped out of the carriage with the obviously upset cat, the houses and trees on both sides of the luxurious small manor were burning.

The light of the flames reflected on the ground, making the snow turn red. The crackling fire of wood, and the dangerous flames licking around it, had no place in the city.

The door to the manor has been opened, and messy footprints are imprinted on the ground at the door. Apart from the footprints, the most conspicuous thing was the corpse being dragged and the ground blackened with blood. After the carriage stopped, most people bowed to Miss Stuart.

"How is it going?"

Julia asked, and the only woman who was not busy at the gate of the manor immediately ran forward:

"Our people have already entered the building, but the Eleventh Prince has some special people. They are now trapped in the banquet hall on the second floor. Do you need..."

"No need, His Highness has to deal with it himself."

Julia said, then looked back at Miss Stuart. The third princess nodded, approved of her decision, and then waved her hand to the side. Extremely cold air spurted out from her sleeves, freezing the entire burning house.

"Don't start a fire."

she warned, and the people standing immediately showed their adoration.

Jenkins believed that this kind of sentiment was abnormal. He only occasionally noticed this kind of fanaticism among the few fanatics in the church. This should be the so-called charisma. Jenkins, who is good at fighting alone, and one person is an entire [Church of Lies], admires this ability.

Miss Stuart's hands were trembling. With her ability, it was impossible to freeze an entire house in an instant. She probably used some kind of strange ritual or object, which made her a little weak, but it didn't look dangerous.

The battle in the manor was not completely over. Walking on the gravel path leading to the main building, Jenkins could not help but be speechless at the tragic scene. He wanted to cover Chocolate's eyes to prevent it from seeing the bloody scene, but the cat had already jumped on top of the man's head, looking sulky.

Under the glow of fire and blood, a group of people entered the manor. The scene indoors is even more terrifying, especially the foyer and the wide staircase, which are stared at by the giant portrait, and are almost completely dyed black with blood.

Minced meat hung from the metal stair handle, and the statue of a cherub was covered in blood, making it look more like a demon. Only three of the oil paintings hanging on the wall survived, and all the others fell on the stairs or the floor. Jenkins felt that he saw not the paintings being destroyed, but stacks of crowns being burned by flames.

The further up you go, the more you feel that the battle is still going on. When passing by the platform on the second floor, there was even a young man with a broken left hand who rushed towards everyone with a dagger, but he was immediately shot into pieces by the guards around the group with pistols.

Chapter 887 Chapter 870 Howard Stuart

In the corridor on the second floor of the small manor, the smell of blood has made people unable to help but cover their noses. The cat above his head was so intoxicated by the smell that he had to temporarily compromise with Jenkins, hiding in his coat and refusing to come out.

From a distance, I could see two large doors lying across the middle of the corridor. When I got closer, I could hear the roaring and roaring in the banquet hall.

Jenkins and Alexia looked at each other, and the man reminded in a low voice:

"Two benefactors, level 2 and level 4. The one at level 4 is weird and has many magical abilities, and may be related to a cult."

A level 4 benefactor can already be regarded as a high-level benefactor. Even if a person of this level wants to join the secular forces, they will never choose a low-class prince who is only 13 years old.

Alexia understood what Jenkins meant and took a step forward to block Miss Stuart, but Her Royal Highness refused.

"Don't worry, teacher, I will handle it all."

The four of them stood at the door, and the guards and servants around them filed in first. After waiting for half a minute, Miss Stuart took the first step and turned in from the side of the banquet hall that lacked a door.

The servants lined up in two lines, bowing and saluting on both sides of the blood-black carpet. The people following the princess had serious expressions. As she walked, she took off the women's coat. Julia reached out and took it, then put it on her forearm.

If paired with a suitable song at this time, this way of debut is indeed impressive. But Jenkins didn't think the people in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows thought so. A dozen people were protecting a child, and everyone's face was full of fear and anxiety.

The two men who were discovered by Jenkins to be the benefactors were among the crowd, but their clothes and positions were nothing special. They were obviously disguised as ordinary people.

Howard Stuart is now more like a little boy hiding under the quilt and afraid of thunder than a prince. He was wearing a pair of childish pajamas, and his whole body was shaking, as if he was suffering from some disease.

Although he was holding a pistol in his right hand, Jenkins noticed that the gun with the safety catch on it was unconsciously pointing at the middle-aged guard in front of the prince.

"Tsk, you are indeed young."

Jenkins sighed.

"Who are those people over there?"

He asked softly to Alexia on the side, motioning her to look at the five young women in the corner who were pointed at by a group of people. What they all have in common is that they are simply dressed, have pretty faces, and they all tremble at almost the same frequency.

"Harward Stuart's lovers, probably just found in his bedroom."

"Lover? He is only 13 years old, and five at a time..."

"This is normal. As I said just now, Jenkins, the lives of most young nobles are a bit chaotic...especially this kind of little boy who has nothing to do in adolescence. Think about it carefully, Jenkins, you are in adolescence. At that time, if there were a large number of beautiful girls at your fingertips..."

Jenkins' face immediately turned red. Whether it was Jenkins or Jenkins, there were a lot of crazy fantasies in adolescence. Like chocolate that had poked his tail, he overreacted and turned his head away, not wanting to continue the topic at all.

An eggshell-shaped transparent barrier separated the two groups. This was done by the Benefactor hidden in the prince's guard, but Jenkins did not understand the significance of this. After all, this barrier could not exist permanently.

Julia bent down to pick up the wine glass scattered on the ground and threw it at the barrier. The ceramic wine glass collided with the barrier, making the sound of a steam bomb explosion. The broken porcelain pieces flew towards Miss Stuart and her group at a very fast speed, and then were blocked by Julia's raised hand.

In half a year, she grew from an ordinary person to a level 1 gifter. According to Jenkins' understanding, she put all her energy into learning the ability of protection and assistance.

"Harward, give up, you have failed."

Facing her brother, Dolores Stuart rarely showed a tough attitude. Jenkins had never seen her speak like this. Only then did he feel that the person in front of him was the princess of a big country, not his little book fan.

"Sister Dolores, there is no need to persuade me. I know what is happening now!"

Although the voice of the thirteen-year-old boy was loud, everyone could hear the tremor. He was nervous and scared, but he still did not retreat.

"He still has a way out."

This was Jenkins' judgment, otherwise he could not explain his abnormal behavior.

"Harward, I'm your sister, so I don't want to see you being beheaded by others. Now tell me, Howard, who has been providing you with financial and human assistance? Who helped you get the information about the rebellion in Sanluo County last year?"

"I won't tell you. Sister Dolores, you still have a chance now. The power behind me is greater than you think. You have no chance."

The immature young man said while secretly glancing at the French window behind him. His action was so obvious that Jenkins couldn't tell whether it was a misleading action or a real reaction.

"Meow~"

The brother and sister were deadlocked, and of course the others in the banquet hall didn't dare to speak. So the sudden cry of Chocolate was very obvious in this environment.

Although no one looked at Jenkins because of the cat's cry, Jenkins still felt very embarrassed.

"Don't move!"

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest, then slightly opened his collar and said to the inside of the collar. To others who didn't know there was a cat there, such behavior was almost like a madman.

"Is this the person with special abilities that His Highness invited?"

So, based on this, they inferred Jenkins' identity as a gifter.

"Harward, I can promise not to kill you, as long as you give me an answer."

"Sister, you have already lost."

The boy said, and stepped back slightly to the side, so that the middle-aged man standing outside the floor-to-ceiling glass with a civilized stick would be noticed by everyone.

He was flying in the air with a kind smile on his face, all dressed in black, with a soft black silk hat on his head and a straight suit on his body. The pair of leather shoes seemed to reflect light in the moonlight. He must have used very expensive shoe polish.

"Level 7..."

Jenkins muttered softly, and the sound was just controlled enough for everyone present to hear.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Miss Stuart's shoulder, pulling her behind him. Alexia also stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Jenkins.

Chapter 888 Chapter 871 The Tree House Reappears

The soundproof effect of the glass made the middle-aged man outside the window the only person present who did not hear Jenkins' words. His body gradually touched the glass, and then, like passing through a waterfall, he "passed" through the glass and came into the room.

His body dropped a finger's distance, allowing his leather shoes to touch the expensive wooden floor, making a clear sound.

He looked around at the people in front of him, stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers, and flames came out from between his fingers.

"Your Highness, don't worry, I'm here to help you. Of course, don't forget your promise."

It can be seen that Howard Stuart is very confused now, because the two benefactors around him who are disguised as ordinary people are holding him ready to escape at any time regardless of exposing their identities.

"But hasn't the gentleman from the tree house arrived? Why do we still have to escape?"

Jenkins felt that he heard an extraordinary word.

He looked at the face of the visitor:

"Tree House?"

"What? Have you heard of us?"

"I have heard of us."

"So you want to surrender now? Tree House welcomes any ambitious participants. We can send you to Nolan in Fidictli, where we are in urgent need of manpower."

The voice was elegant and steady, making people subconsciously believe what he said just now.

"Then you can die!"