"Since you want to know what the earl wants from you, don't you know when you go?"
Alexia said, disregarding her student's desperate eye contact, she did not forget to warn Jenkins:
"You rarely drink, so if you have to drink some tonight, remember to control the amount, I don't want to see you come back drunk."
So after dinner, Jenkins disguised himself in a normal way and went out with his cat.
Loen in the northern country also has the feeling that summer is coming, at least the wind at night is no longer biting, but has a lot of warmth. It took him some time to come to the remote tavern that he had never noticed before. After entering, he looked at the interior decoration and found something unusual.
First of all, there was no bad smell inside the tavern, and although there were many customers, they all tacitly avoided the wooden bar area. Only the earl sat there alone, smiling and beckoning Jenkins to pass.
"This isn't our country's spy base in Loen, is it?"
Jenkins asked quietly as he sat on the stool.
"You can guess as much as you want, but I won't answer. Would you like something to drink? I heard from Miss Windsor that you don't like alcohol, so I asked the bartender to prepare many kinds of juice in advance. I tried it while waiting for you , Drinking iced orange juice in this season is indeed more enjoyable than drinking."
As he spoke, he shook the wooden cup in his hand, and the ice cubes collided with each other and made a pleasant sound.
"Then I'll have some orange juice, too, without the ice."
he said, and put his cat on the bar. The latter looked at everything around him with interest, and when the bartender brought Jenkins' cup over, he first stretched out his head and licked it. The bartender smiled and turned to bring Jenkins a second glass.
"I'm sorry to invite you out so late, but I do have something important to tell you..."
Seeing that Jenkins' face remained unchanged, the Earl continued:
"Before I came to Loen, I met Miss Windsor once, and she specifically asked me to meet you in Loen."
"Does she have anything to say to me? When we met at the reception last time, you can actually tell me directly."
"The last reception was in someone else's place. That kind of place is not a place to talk about things... Miss Windsor admires you very much."
The Earl paused again to observe Jenkins' expression, and found that Jenkins was looking sideways at his cat, took a deep breath and continued:
"Before I get down to business, I actually have a more personal question I want to ask you. May I ask what you think about the succession of the throne of King Fidetictli?"
"ask me?"
Jenkins glanced at him suspiciously, not understanding why the Earl would suddenly ask this question, and then guessed that he wanted to confirm his political stance to determine whether he was credible.
"It's definitely not okay to let that foreigner from Cheslan inherit the throne of our country... This is probably my opinion."
"That's consistent with most people."
The count praised, with a smile on his face. He took a sip of the juice from the glass to hide the fact that his brow was sweating.
"I think we can be friends, because I think so too. Miss Windsor told me before I came to Loen that she wanted to invite you to Belduran as soon as possible. Her Majesty the Queen appreciates your talent very much, and also likes you Therefore, I hope that I can meet you again when...you are still conscious. If you have time, be sure to return to Fidic Tri as soon as possible, and then go directly to see His Majesty."
When he spoke, he almost couldn't control his mouth. Earl Biden tried his best to suppress the tension in his heart, but he still saw Jenkins' suspicious eyes. But he knows he has to. At every important historical node, there will always be some people who made key moves. Maybe the names of these people will not appear in the history books, but these unknown people must appear.
In order to maintain the purity of the royal family's lineage, he is determined to become a key figure who affects the course of history.
"Invite me to Beldyran? Your Majesty's physical condition...how is it now?"
Jenkins thought for a moment and asked cautiously. He is a sensitive person, and he immediately understood that there was something strange about it. There is no need for the critically ill queen to invite herself, and she invites herself in such a covert way, which is wrong no matter how you think about it.
He already has an idea.
"Your Majesty's health is very bad."
The count lowered his voice:
"I know this kind of invitation is very abrupt, but Your Majesty is already so old, and we must fulfill her few wishes. I know you may have doubts, but all of this can be explained... "
Before coming, Miss Windsor actually gave the Earl a reason for inviting Jenkins. But the Earl thought that the young man in front of him would not believe that reason. Originally, he thought that Jenkins Williams was just an ordinary person with some luck and ability, but it was only after the real interview that he realized how scary this man was when he was silent.
Earl Biden didn't want to lie in front of him. This was just an intuition brought about by his rich life experience. He believed in this intuition, so he decided to come up with his own reason, a more perfect reason that might cause big trouble:
"Actually, Her Majesty has taken a fancy to you."
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Jenkins was so scared that he almost picked up the cat on the table.
"Her Majesty has taken a fancy to you. She intends to match you and Miss Windsor, so she invites you at this time. Actually, it is understandable. Miss Windsor is the closest descendant of Her Majesty. Before she dies, she wants to see Miss Windsor have a A good home is probably His Majesty's greatest hope now..."
Earl Biden smiled at Jenkins as he spoke, and then hurriedly took another sip of the iced juice, thanking the ice cubes in his heart, otherwise he would have been sweating profusely. Even at his age, he still can't perfectly control his emotions in the face of such a scene.
"Is that so? Your Majesty... It turns out that the last time I went to Beldylan, she left the table early and let Miss Windsor and me be alone because... Sorry Earl, it's not that I don't look down on Miss Windsor, but I already have... You also Know that I am now living at the home of Her Royal Highness Dolores Stuart."
Jenkins said in embarrassment that he didn't feel that there was a lie in what he said just now, because... the count's words were true, but no one told the count, and Jenkins had to tell this matter.