The Master of the Strange Realm

"No one knows why. We tried to tie every level of the Black Tower to the identity of the savior. The arena seems to have nothing to do with all identities, but if it is far-fetched, maybe it has something to do with [the hero]."

The secret keeper explained, but showed that these were all unreasonable speculations.

Jenkins didn't know whether this guess was correct. There was also no door on the fifth floor, so he couldn't enter to verify whether there was really a gladiatorial arena inside. He wanted to express his opinions, but found that he couldn't say anything.

But fortunately, the church is not completely sitting still. Regarding the information about the ritual of the rebels provided by the lie believers, the twelve churches have united together and have found more information in ancient documents.

The emergence of the fifth layer has verified some contents in the information. The secret keeper asked Jenkins to wait patiently. After dawn, the latest information about the rebels would be compiled, and by then the observation of the black tower would have made rapid progress.

The time interval between the fifth and fourth floors of the tower was so short that no one expected it. But for Jenkins, the final battle is indeed not far away.

That night he returned home and thought for a long time in his study, not even paying attention to Chocolate's request for a midnight snack.

Standing in front of the window and looking at the street lights and gray fog outside the window, he thought of many things. So much so that I almost forgot about the bar stool that I brought out from the strange place.

He took out the high stool from the spirit and placed it next to his bed. He curled up next to the pillow. The four little paws of Chocolate were folded together. He opened one eye and took a look. Meow~ After a moment, he didn't move. , doesn’t seem interested in it.

Every treacherous situation that Jenkins experiences brings out a gift, and the bar stool is the harvest from this treacherous situation of possibility. As for the role of the bar stool…

He hesitated and sat on his tiptoes. Then, the high stool slowly lifted him into the air, stopping just before his head hit the ceiling.

"Meow~"

Both of Chocolate's eyes were open, standing next to the pillow and looking at the young writer flying up on the stool. The cat's emotions were reflected in the amber eyes.

"It's funny, isn't it?"

He lowered his head and asked his cat. Chocolate flicked his tail and lay down again, ignoring Jenkins.

The function of this high stool is to carry the person sitting on it to fly. It can ensure that the seated person will never fall off, but if the seated person is also holding other creatures, such as a cat or a woman, it cannot guarantee whether the held creature is safe.

The bar stool has an excellent flying speed, slightly lower than the unicorn; the flying height limit is also very suitable, slightly shorter than the unicorn; it is a very good flying mount, slightly lower than the unicorn.

If you don't take into account its appearance, this is indeed very good, relatively speaking.

"But I still prefer unicorns."

Jenkins covered his forehead and sat in the air and said.

"What unicorn?"

Britney asked as she pushed the door open in her pajamas. There was no light on in the room, and the hazy moonlight made her face particularly holy. After the holy girl entered the door, she closed the door naturally and watched Jenkins descend from a height where he could reach the ceiling with his head.

"I heard you came back just now...I thought you went back to accompany Miss Windsor, okay, Jessica...what are you doing?"

"It's a very simple experiment, experimenting with newly obtained items. Now it seems that this thing is not of much value to me."

He took back the barstool, didn't explain the purpose of going out tonight, and didn't invite Britney to bed. Instead, he opened the window, whistled, and let the unicorn break through the space wall and appear outside the window.

The pure white little beast looked at its owner outside the window, while Jenkins turned to look at Britney:

"Do you still remember, when we were in the Evergreen Forest during the day, we talked about unicorns, and I promised you that I could let you take a look tonight...I asked a friend to borrow it again, and I wanted to go out and fly around. ?…look at the moon.”

The blond girl brushed the hair around her ears, and quickly walked to the window while suppressing her breathing, stretched out her hand, and touched the little beast's back. The latter didn't look very happy, staring at the cat in the window.

"Fly...a circle?"

she asked reservedly.

"Of course, although it's still summer, it's very cold outside. One lap is enough. None of us want to catch a cold. But I think that when we come back, the bedroom will be...very warm."

Britney covered her mouth, blushed and smiled reservedly.

Chapter 1928 Chapter 1899 The Untransferable Dark Soul

Jenkins, who had been up almost all night, did not even have breakfast at home after dawn, so he went to visit the Windsor family's house in the city.

Because it was very early, even the Duke of Windsor hadn't gone out yet. Before seeing Jessica again, Jenkins first met the Duke of Windsor.

The duke, who can be regarded as the most powerful in the country, invited Jenkins to have breakfast with his family, but before that, the two talked about something in the study.

Jenkins stood by the window with his arms folded on his chest, looking out at the morning view in the courtyard. Even though it is summer, the sky is still not completely bright at such an early time. Because the gas lamp in the study was too bright, half of his face was reflected in the glass.

The Duke of Windsor was sitting in front of the magnificent brown desk. He also did not look at Jenkins. He put his right hand on the desk and tapped it regularly with his index finger. His eyes were looking at the wall facing the desk. A portrait oil painting of an ancestor of the Windsor family.

The decoration style of the study here is completely different from that of the Jenkins home. The floor is covered with red carpet, the walls are yellow and dark, and all the furniture is a uniform dark brown. There is no sense of home here, and the sense of a public place used for socializing is stronger.

"How was the weekend?"

The Grand Duke of Windsor has never participated in Jenkins's fight for the throne in any way, and he has never expressed any opinions about his daughter helping Jenkins, as if he has no idea that such a thing exists. But Jenkins would never let this fool him into thinking that he really knew nothing, so when the Duke of Windsor broke his silence and took the initiative to ask about things that should have been kept secret, Jenkins was not surprised.

He squinted at his reflection on the glass:

"She is well prepared. Jessica is a very good girl."

"Jessica..."

The Duke of Windsor is a man in his fifties with a strong build but also showing signs of age. Compared to Bishop Parrod, who is older than him, the Duke of Windsor looks quite young, but his mental state is not at all as good as that of the equally busy Bishop Parrod.

"My daughter is, of course, excellent."

He stopped tapping with his right index finger, and instead put both arms on the table, clasped his hands together, and looked up at the oil painting directly opposite, as if he was remembering something.

"So, how are your preparations?"

he asked.

"No problem, everything is ready."

Jenkins stared into his eyes on the glass.

"Is there any problem with the Army?"

"If there is a problem, Salshi II will help me."

He didn't hide anything, and this sentence also revealed considerable information. The Duke of Windsor nodded:

"I see. This way, it is indeed foolproof. But that queen will not give up so easily."

"I can't wait any longer. If things don't go well over the weekend... I'm going to make it go well. I can't let a little thing like this hold me back."

Chocolate saw that Jenkins had a bad expression on his face, as if he was making some kind of determination. It gave a gentle cry and nuzzled Jenkins' face with its furry side.

The Duke of Windsor didn't pay attention to the interaction between Jenkins and his cat. He slowly reached out and opened the top drawer on the right, and then threw a document bag on the table with a bang:

"This might be useful to you."

Jenkins turned around and looked at the document bag, but did not go over and take it immediately. Instead, he walked to the sofa set in front of the desk and sat down opposite the Duke of Windsor:

"You don't have to worry, there is no possibility of failure in this matter."

"Young people are confident, which is a good thing."

The Duke of Windsor shifted his eyes from the oil painting to Jenkins' face:

"So what's going on with you and Jessica?"

Jenkins knew that this was the main topic of today's conversation.

"Just like you know."

He said this. The Duke of Windsor did not speak, but looked at him to make sure that he would not speak again. Then he raised his hand and patted the table slowly but heavily:

"I gave her all the education, but I forgot to teach her that those handsome men are the stumbling blocks on the way forward for women."

"I have no intention of annexing the House of Windsor."

"There are some things that are different between you and her now and in the future."

The Duke of Windsor said, keeping his palm in contact with the table, slightly shrinking his head and then jerking it forward, looking at Jenkins with bulging eyes:

"Williamt, if you want to sit in that seat, just go and sit. You are the heir of the Middleton family. I will not object to you, but don't make any plans that you shouldn't."

Jenkins stood up, patted his clothes to straighten the folds, and put the cat standing on the sofa on his shoulder.

The sofa was lower than the chair behind the main table, so after sitting down he had to look up to see the Duke of Windsor. But now he stood up, so the Duke of Windsor raised his head:

"I still don't like the Windsor family."

"That's good."

The Duke of Windsor's tone changed in vain, and the expression on his face seemed to suddenly change, returning to gentleness:

"So when are you going to marry Jessica?"

"Next summer."

This was what his mother, Mary Wilhelmette, had forced him to agree to last night.

"Summer? That's good. There's enough time to prepare, and it's not too long."

The Duke of Windsor nodded, stood up, and walked towards the door of the study:

"It's time, let's go have breakfast."

But after putting his hand on the doorknob, he did not twist it immediately. Instead, he turned his back to Jenkins and looked at the door in front of him, and asked in a low voice again:

"You're not taking advantage of Jessica, are you?"

"God will bless our marriage."

Jessica was also very surprised that Jenkins showed up at her home so early. After getting up and being served by the servant, Jessica came to the restaurant. What was even more surprising was that Jenkins was chatting and laughing with her father. The two seemed extremely harmonious, and during the conversation, the Grand Duke of Windsor also revealed that he knew about Jessica's self-imposed engagement.

After breakfast, Jenkins asked Jessica to talk about something. She thought it was about forcing Queen Isabella to abdicate over the weekend, so she didn't do it at home, but took Jenkins to her comfortable club nearby.

"I need something now."

After the maid who brought tea closed the door tightly, Jenkins said straight to the point.

"Something very important to you, I hope you can give it to me now."

Jessica sat on the soft sofa, looking back nervously at the big bed behind her-she didn't know why she led Jenkins into such a room, and then patted her head:

"Jenkins didn't expect to do this, I must have misunderstood."

"What?"

Jenkins asked puzzledly.

"Nothing, then what do you need?"

"Dark Soul."

The king's soul can be transferred by loyalty, which has been verified in Sigrid. Yesterday's trip to the strange land made the dark soul in Jessica finally grow completely, so Jenkins didn't wait any longer and got it today.

Jessica certainly wouldn't object, but when the two of them performed the so-called loyalty ceremony, nothing happened, just like what happened with Dolores.

Jenkins threw himself back on the chair, leaning against the soft backrest, thinking about what unexpected reason this time. Jessica sat opposite him, but not the backrest chair that Jenkins sat on, but a white solid wood hollow carved chair.

"Oh, Jenkins, please wait a moment, someone wants to talk to you."

She bent down to pick up the teacup, but suddenly stood up and said. Then her head tilted back, as if she was unconscious for a moment, but before her back completely leaned on the chair, her head tilted back and returned to normal.

Windsor looked at Jenkins, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"Who are you?"

Jenkins asked, touching the cat lying obediently on his lap.

"According to her and your understanding, I am the first Jessica Windsor you have ever met. Of course, in order to facilitate the distinction in the future, we have already discussed that you can call her Jessica."

She pointed to her heart, meaning Jessica herself.

"Call me Miss J."

She pointed to her head, which meant the soul that was talking to Jenkins.

"The last one, please call her Miss Windsor."

"I understand. If this is your wish...then why is it not Miss Windsor who explains the dark soul to me? I think she, who was once a demigod, is the most suitable."

Although Miss J has also become a queen, she is just an ordinary person.

"You don't like to see me?"

"Of course not, why do you think so?"

Jenkins answered easily.

"Well, we agreed to take turns, so that no one will feel resentful for not being able to contact the world for a long time... Speaking of which, the so-called real world looks no different from my world."

"Speaking of which, I haven't pursued the matter of you following Jessica without permission. Okay, okay, I won't pursue it, don't look at me like that. I was just joking. As for the reality of the world, it's actually relative. What you think is real is real. This world is very interesting. Sometimes, thoughts can really affect matter... Let's not talk about this for now. You want to explain to me about the king's soul? What did Miss Windsor say?"

He turned the topic to the right direction. Although he and Miss J in front of him had known each other for less than an hour, the way they talked was like old friends. She was influenced by Jessica's soul, and Jenkins was just because the other party was too similar to Jessica.