Speaking of those brothers who immediately revealed their true colors, Dolores showed a look of contempt on her face, but she immediately shivered again, and the maids serving at the side immediately hugged her with another blanket.
Dolores hid her whole face like a fat squirrel.
"Chocolate, you're not cold, what do you need a blanket for?"
Seeing the soft blanket, the cat stretched out its paws to touch it, but was forcibly restrained by Jenkins' hand.
The cat made a dissatisfied purring sound, but it also knew that it had made enough trouble recently, and it had to behave well for a while. It needs to pinpoint Jenkins' bottom line, otherwise it's easy to really annoy him.
It's not that Dolores doesn't care about the throne anymore, it's just that she knows that any action she makes in the palace now will become a handle. Salsi II would not die today, at least not in this one. Her less bright brothers would presumably have been informed of the Church's diagnosis, and would have made the same choice as she had.
But Dolores left the palace, in addition to the diagnosis, because Jenkins had quietly healed most of the wounds the king suffered from the shell attack and assassination when he went underground to confirm Dolores' safety for the last time.
This is not difficult for him.
As for the reason for the treatment, Jenkins believes that the country still needs a stable king. After such a big event happened in the capital, if the royal family fell into civil strife due to the struggle for the throne, then maybe the Kingdom of Hampawo would perish early before the Kingdom of Fidektli and the Kingdom of Cheslan fought.
According to his estimation, Salci II will probably wake up tomorrow afternoon or evening, so Dolores just needs to avoid the palace before then. What is going on there now is probably the most wonderful "court tragicomedy".
"Jenkins, I don't think it's over yet."
Alexia, who was still standing on the balcony looking at the city, said suddenly.
"what have you found?"
Jenkins put the cat on the coffee table, then walked around the sofa and walked out the door to the cold balcony. The cat in the room and Dolores showed dissatisfied expressions at the same time. The former looked at the latter, and then showed an even more dissatisfied expression. The little cat's face wrinkled.
"Although the great man withdrew his own power, it was like a person who threw a stone into a fish pond. Even if the stone was taken back, the ripples produced would not disappear."
This is the conclusion she draws from Chris Williams' space-time stability theory.
"You mean, the abnormal spiritual restlessness will trigger some natural disasters, for example - this year's Loen will be lower than the average temperature in previous years?"
"It's not that simple."
Alexia grabbed the railing with her hands outstretched, she wasn't wearing gloves, so her skin was in direct contact with the cold metal. Jenkins hesitated, stretched out his hand to cover Alexia's, and the short lady smiled shyly.
"According to my...divination, the most likely to be affected is the [Snowman Legion] in the extreme north. The creepy monster legion was originally mutated due to unknown reasons, and now it is affected by the power of extreme cold, what kind of changes will it produce? Hard to say."
Alexia's prediction was correct. When everyone was having dinner together, the servants informed that Father Fernando of the Church of the Sages was outside the manor. Jenkins put down the knife and fork in his hand and hurried out. The cat reluctantly glanced at the big meal on the table, then turned his head and followed.
Mr. Fernando came in the carriage of the church. This kind of behavior can easily make people misunderstand that the Three Princesses and the Church of the Sages have united—it seems correct to think so.
Besides him, there was a young priest accompanying him in the carriage, and his expression was frightened. The two saw Jenkins walking quickly along the walkway from the gate of the manor under the leadership of the servants from a distance, so they bowed together at the gate of the manor.
"You don't have to be so polite, what's the matter."
Jenkins asked, while looking towards the road in front of the manor. Both ends of the road stretched into the darkness, and it was already late at night. The church must have come to him so late because of something extremely important.
"Mr. Williams, just received news that there is a serious problem in the north. We need your strength. I am sorry to disturb your vacation, but the Holy See has sent an urgent report. This is a letter for you..."
Jenkins nodded, took the letter with a sigh:
"I understand. Everyone is a sage's believer. You don't have to be so polite. Since I am in Loen, you can regard me as a member of the Loen Diocese."
As he spoke, he took the coat from the hand of the maid standing aside, then bent down to hug his cat, and finally turned his head and said to Dolores' old housekeeper:
"Please tell Miss Stuart and Miss Miller for me. I have something important to go to the Church of the Sages. I may not be able to come back tonight. Please apologize to them for me."
"I understand, Mr. Williamette, please be careful on the road."
The old butler bent slightly and said, Jenkins nodded, ready to get into the carriage with the priest.
But suddenly he heard someone calling him behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Dolores and Alexia hurriedly approaching.
"Sorry, I have something to do."
So he said to the two ladies.
"Jenkins, I know, be careful on the road."
Alexia opened her arms, and Jenkins immediately bent down slightly to hug her. Letting go of Alexia, Her Highness the Princess in a white fur cloak eagerly wanted to reach out, but in the end she couldn't muster up the courage.
"Bon voyage, Mr. Williamette."
Seeing her stretch out her hand, Jenkins quickly held it, and then felt the chess piece in her hand.
"No, this..."
"The teacher is with me, I will not be in danger, you need this more."
Dolores looked Jenkins in the eyes and said.
Without wasting any more time, Jenkins took the chess piece away. He turned to leave, but stopped, turned and kissed Alexia's side again, and then kissed Dolores on the forehead.
"I'll be back soon when I'm done."
Dolores blushed and forgot even the cold for a moment, just lowered her head and pretended to have a sudden interest in her shoes. The priest at the side turned his body sideways to avoid suspicion, raised his hand and scratched his face, thinking that there might be something wrong with the church's intelligence.
The intelligence did not say that the relationship between the two was like this.
PS: This intermission is a bit long... There are about 25 chapters left. The Snowman Corps, which has been paved the way early in this book, is finally about to be resolved.
Jenkins will stay in Roon for a long time, but our story is still dominated by Nolan.