After informing the servants of the Windsor family, Miss Windsor, dressed as Hathaway and Britney, quickly walked out of the villa, and Jenkins got out of the car to greet her. When he turned to look at the house, squinting his eyes, he easily saw the man standing in front of the window on the second floor, looking down.
Although he hadn't seen the photo, Jenkins was very sure that the man looking at him was the Duke of Windsor, one of the few dukes in this era who possessed territories and had military power. This is the real top nobleman in the Kingdom of Fidetictli, and his position is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to achieve even after three lifetimes of hard work.
After confirming that Miss Windsor had entered the carriage, Jenkins looked at the figure on the second floor and took off his hat in respect. Realizing Jenkins noticed him, the Duke ducked away from the window. He probably nodded in response, but unfortunately the distance was so far that it was difficult even for Jenkins to determine whether the other party really made this move.
"Will the Duke of Windsor not attend the banquet tonight?"
When they returned to the carriage again, the atmosphere inside was a bit awkward. But that was to be expected. Jenkins put his black silk top hat aside and picked up his cat again.
"Father will attend, and he will go by himself later."
Miss Windsor replied that she lost the heroic figure in the hunting suit when they met yesterday.
Hathaway and Britney still didn't speak. The former tilted his head and looked out of the window, as if he was interested in the night scene of Beldylan. The latter looked at the cat on Jenkins' lap. The posture squatted there, staring at Britney with wide eyes, and it thought that pair of green eyes were really beautiful.
"I heard you were attacked yesterday? Are you not injured?"
Jenkins asked again.
"It's okay, I just met a strange person, probably a magician, who can actually conjure flames out of thin air."
Miss Windsor seemed to be talking about someone else's anecdote, talking about her encounter with the cultists from the Gearsmiths Guild yesterday. Hathaway frowned, understanding that Miss Windsor had met the Giver.
She instinctively looked at Jenkins, thinking that this incident must have something to do with Jenkins.
"Someone rescued me later, but the police who came later said that the person who rescued me seemed to be related to Miss Fabri's gang."
Hearing this, the corners of Hathaway's fair mouth twitched upwards, because she was wearing lipstick, and her beautiful lip lines stretched slightly under the gas lamp, making the color of the lipstick that Jenkins couldn't distinguish even more beautiful.
"The body of the person who attacked me was finally taken away by the police. I heard that it will be handed over to the church for investigation."
Miss Windsor knew what Jenkins cared about, and Jenkins nodded. In this way, it would be completely impossible for the gear craftsman to plot any more plots in Beldyran in a short time.
Although Cold Spring Palace is on the outskirts of the city, all the street lights in the nearby streets have been installed. As night approached, elegantly shaped street lamps were lighted up one after another with a slight crackling sound from far to near, quietly guiding the way for the carriages on the street.
When the four of Jenkins arrived, there were already many carriages parked outside the palace complex. He didn't have many acquaintances locally, so he didn't have to worry about saying hello to others when he got off the carriage.
On the contrary, the three girls knew quite a few people. To be more precise, almost everyone knew Miss Windsor. But as long as Jenkins is recognized, no one will stop the group to say hello. The appearance of Jenkins made the atmosphere at the gate of Cold Spring Palace a bit weird. People pretended not to care and secretly looked at him, some took off their hats to greet him, and some whispered to their companions.
"Let's go straight in."
He turned to his female companions and said, the ladies nodded at him shyly, then Hathaway and Britney took the lead and stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right.
Miss Windsor knew what kind of role she was tonight, and followed the three of them silently. In the end, Britney softened a little, slowed down and was half a body behind Jenkins, and pretended to be inadvertently talking to Miss Windsor about jewelry and jewelry.
The number of people invited to the banquet was so large that Cold Spring Palace opened the courtyard, gardens and the largest palace near the entrance as a banquet venue.
Men and women are dressed brightly and beautifully, and the specially decorated garden seems to fast forward the season to midsummer. The honor and promotion ceremony will start at about eight o'clock, and for more than an hour before that, the guests can socialize and entertain at will just like attending a normal banquet.
The ladies knew that Jenkins had something to do tonight, so after entering the courtyard with him, the three of them went together to find familiar ladies of the same age to chat. Jenkins adjusted his bow tie before leading the cat up the red-carpeted steps of the palace.
The guards guarding the door in brand-new armor knew in advance that Jenkins was coming, so they bowed respectfully and opened the door to let him in. The gate closed behind him, shutting out all the bustle in the courtyard and garden.
“The sound insulation is really good.”
He thought to himself, and then walked up the spiral staircase from the first floor to the second floor. It is extremely quiet here, and every step he takes can produce a shocking echo.
This building, which will be the venue for the honor and nomination ceremonies for a while, is not open to the public now, but the servants have already arranged the ceremony site. The second floor of the ceremony hall is the reception area for foreign envoys. At this time, waiting for Jenkins on the balcony on the second floor is Queen Elizabeth and a pale and thin man.
The man looked to be in his thirties, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he seemed to be suffering from severe insomnia.
The two had been chatting before Jenkins showed up. The conversation didn't stop after Jenkins stepped onto the patio, and he knew the man's identity. He was the foreigner who was rumored to be the first in line of succession to the throne of King Fidiktli.
Queen Isabella called him Horace Luthor. Mr. Luthor's maternal grandmother was a princess of the Royal Middleton family, a very unpopular princess. But this is also a kind of luck, because the marriage of the deceased Ms. Middleton was not disturbed by the family. She met Mr. Luther's grandfather at a diplomatic reception and chose that lucky man as the marriage partner.
The news of her marriage was not big news forty years ago, and later she gradually lost contact with the royal family. Even when she passed away, the Middleton family did not send important people to the funeral. There are not many males left with this surname. It wasn't until the royal family was faced with the problem of choosing an heir that they thought of the offspring of the princess who married far away. If there hadn't been the presence of the Williams family, Horace Luthor would indeed be the most qualified to inherit the throne from the perspective of blood .