Those bodyguards with weapons that suddenly appeared were all subordinates of Dolores' second brother, that is, the subordinates of the second prince. The reason why the guards of the VIPs on the second floor came upstairs quickly was because the robbers only appeared in the hall below, and no one followed the stairs to the second floor or even the third floor where everyone was.
"Isn't that right no matter what you think?"
Jenkins said:
"But it can't be that your brother is directing and acting by himself? Such an idea is too stupid."
"But it's also possible that it's more than that."
Dolores frowned and said.
Suddenly, the gunshots from below rang out again, and a large number of guns aimed at the window of the box upstairs. The screams rang out again, and the not-so-solid ice was immediately broken by stray bullets. Jenkins stretched out his hand and pulled Dolores behind him.
After the gunshots ended, the box was already in a mess, especially near the window, where smoking sawdust, half-thawed ice, and fragments of wall construction materials were scattered.
Stretching out his hand to stop Dolores from stretching her head to wait and see, Jenkins reached out to catch the cat that jumped over in a panic because of being frightened, put it on his shoulder, and then walked to the messy window with one hand behind his back .
Standing sideways, looking down, the disturbance in the hall has been brought under control, and the uniformed guards with guns are orderly controlling the robbers.
The young man who happened to be standing in front of the ruins of the stage looked up, and Jenkins, with the cat on his shoulder, looked down as well. The eyes of the two met, and Jenkins could see hostility and pride in each other's eyes, but the other couldn't see Jenkins' eyes at all because of the distance.
"That's the second prince, His Royal Highness Lark Stuart."
Julia whispered behind Jenkins.
"His hair color is wrong. How can normal people have such blue hair? The special inheritance of the Stuart family? Or is it the special blood of his mother?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice. He didn't see the light spot of the gifter on the other party, but he saw the aura of the strength of the suspected numbered item.
"His hair was not like this when he was a child, until he took people out of the city to see the snow in the winter three years ago, and then disappeared for a day and a night. In the end, only he came back, but he had no memory of what happened. The only aftermath of that incident , that is, the color of his hair became what it is today."
Dolores added.
Jenkins nodded, his mind full of thoughts. What happened downstairs should have nothing to do with him or Dolores, but it can be seen from this incident that the struggle among the members of the royal family has reached a crazy point.
He didn't know why these young people were so impatient when Salci II was still in his prime, but he also knew that he might encounter many interesting things during his trip to the North, and Stu The infighting in the Art family will definitely leave a strong memory on his travels.
Jenkins stood at the window watching the chaos and chaos downstairs, listening to sporadic shouts and faint sobbing. He narrowed his eyes, feeling something in his heart, and suddenly had an ominous premonition that maybe this time during the Loen holiday, there would be something worse than the arrival of an angel.
(Chocolate is running... )
That night, I spent the night in Dolores' manor. Although the unfamiliar bed made Jenkins a little uncomfortable because it was too soft, overall the accommodation was quite good.
It was still woken up on time by the cat at six o'clock in the morning. Although Dolores specially prepared a comfortable bed for it, the cat still fell asleep next to Jenkins' pillow.
Because I slept on my side, I opened my eyes and saw the cat squatting in front of me with a pitiful expression.
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins got up while asking, and didn't expect the cat to speak human language suddenly, so he continued:
"It's not time to eat yet, are you complaining about being hungry?"
"Meow~"
The cat let out a pitiful and soft cry, raised its head, its big amber eyes seemed to be shining with tears, and looked at Jenkins aggrievedly, and even its usually energetic tail fell on its chest dejectedly.
"Didn't sleep well?"
he asked again.
"Meow~"
The cat changed from a squatting position to standing up, and then stretched out its paws and scratched a few times on the sheet next to the pillow.
Jenkins showed a puzzled look, lifted the quilt and found the slippers and got off the bed. Still wearing pajamas, he stretched out his hand to lift the bed sheet, and the mattress underneath, mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress, and finally found some tiny grains of rice between the bottom mattress and the bed board.
This is not because the servants are careless in cleaning, but it is the tradition of the Hampawa Kingdom. For those bed sheets or quilts that are used for the first time, people are used to sprinkle a few grains of rice on the bed board, which is said to be able to expel bad luck for these new sleeping products, so that the owner can adapt to the place faster.
This is of course an unreliable tradition like folklore, and obviously, these things make the cat very uncomfortable, it feels something hard against it, but because Jenkins prohibits it from wandering to other parts of the bed at will one night.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
Jenkins stroked his cat to comfort him, wondering if Chocolate was a fairy tale character like Princess and the Pea who had become a spirit.
"This cat is actually more delicate than me."
Because underage princesses are forbidden to live outside the palace at night, after Dolores sent Jenkins back last night, she took Julia back to the city. At night, except Mr. Writer and his cat, there are no servants in the manor.
I thought I would be the only one for breakfast, so after going downstairs, I walked up the long manor corridor on the first floor under the guidance of the maid, and then saw the door of the dining room open, and heard voices talking.
"Oh, Alexia, it's such a pleasure to meet you. Good morning, when did you get back?"
Jenkins walked into the door and said happily, walked quickly to the short lady and hugged her gently, the latter also looked very happy, beckoning Jenkins to sit opposite her.
Although it would be wasteful for only two people to sit on such a long dining table, they are the only guests in the manor now, and the maids absolutely do not have the guts to serve them.
"I came back at two o'clock this morning. I heard you were here as soon as I came back, but I knew you were sleeping so I didn't bother you. How are you? Did you have a good time yesterday?"
She flicked her hair, and skillfully handled the food on the plate with a knife and fork. Jenkins watched the cat eat gracefully absently, suspecting that the question was a trap.
"well enough."
This is an ambiguous answer.