This way of appearance was indeed different. The crowd watching the ceremony in the hall spontaneously gave way to the middle path, allowing the men of the William family to walk in through the door.
Jenkins on the stage watched the father and brothers in this body approach gradually, and saw the relief on Robert's face, the tension on Newman's face, and the excitement on John's face. He blinked at Robert, who had already seen his second son standing on the high platform.
He nodded slightly at Jenkins, and then brought his children to the queen of this country.
"Last spring, when I was sorting out the library of Cold Spring Palace, I discovered the private letters of King Bisola II, and then found out that the royal family has a bloodline that has wandered outside..."
This is the polite way of saying "illegitimate child".
"I entrusted professionals to conduct an investigation, and finally found that the bloodline that was wandering outside has always had descendants. Up to now, among the descendants of Bisola II, there are four direct males. Yes, they are the ones beside me. Four gentlemen, I don't think you will question whether this is true, but only from the appearance, people with some common sense will know that I am definitely not old and confused."
She said with a smile, and then let the four members of William's family come to her.
Jenkins turned his head to look at the people below with different expressions, and the hall was almost noisy. He sighed in his heart, and stood with the father and brothers of this body.
"I think now is a very suitable opportunity. I would like to announce to everyone that these four gentlemen named William are actually descendants of the Middleton family. I will soon let Douglas Gero The Duke will hand over the investigation report to those who doubt it."
This sentence is a reread, more a threat to people not to do something superfluous than an announcement.
"At the same time, four new names will be added to the family tree of the Middleton family, which has not happened for a long time. I am very happy to see the emergence of new descendants of the family before I was called away by the gods ...I know some time ago, there was a lot of impolite discussion about the death of the royal family."
Her Majesty the Queen tried to keep the volume as high as possible to suppress the discussions of the people below, which was difficult for people of her age.
"But these worries are superfluous. The glorious Middleton family still has reliable descendants. It is the gods who are blessing Middleton, and the gods are watching the kingdom of Fidgetli. No foreigners will come to inherit ours The throne..."
These words caused the audience's voice to pause suddenly, and everyone looked up at Her Majesty the Queen who was speaking:
"Yes, that foreigner has been driven away by me."
She squinted her eyes and said with a smile, the wrinkles on her face were particularly prominent because of this movement, she did not show mercy to her relatives at all:
"Now is a special year of war, and a stable transition to the throne is more important than a peaceful age, so I can announce now that the one who will succeed me to the throne must be an outstanding young man from the Kingdom of Fidiktli. "
She doesn't even use gender specific pronouns, which is a very important signal.
"I will select a suitable successor in the near future and announce it to all the citizens. Oh, I know that everyone is very interested in this, but please be polite and don't spread those false and ridiculous news at will."
Jenkins saw that Marquis Mihail was whispering to Earl Hessa. Although the words just now sounded good for the four men in the Williams family, Her Majesty always said this matter in a concealed way. If someone The woman inherits the throne, and then the men of the Williams family become princes, which can also ensure the blood inheritance of the Middleton family.
The old man who was speaking was, after all, one of the longest reigning kings in recorded history. She never lets anyone guess her final thoughts until she actually announces them.
"Please continue with the banquet now, it's already late at night, I hope you can enjoy the reception tonight."
This meant the end of the speech, and then she looked at the four members of the William family:
"Anyone interested in taking pictures? I noticed someone with a camera, take a picture of us together, it will be very memorable."
The ensuing photo of the four Williamette men posing with Queen Isabella is sure to hit the headlines tomorrow. This may even be printed in history books in the future, as an important historical event of an era, known to future generations.
But in any case, at least at this point in time, no one knows who the crown will fall on. This is a special year and a special era. The succession to the throne of the Fidetictli Kingdom is no longer just a matter for one country, and it is very likely to affect the course of the world in the next hundred years.
After the ceremony, the banquet continued as normal. Jenkins signaled to his female companions, telling them that he still had something to do, and then silently followed his father and brothers to a secluded place in the corner of the courtyard.
No one has come to bother them yet, but someone will come to chat soon, and Robert hopes to clarify some things with his sons before that.
"When did you know?"
Robert seriously asked Jenkins, the son who looked the most like him:
"After coming to Beldyran not long ago, some signs were too obvious."
Jenkins said, Robert nodded, sighed a little sadly:
"I found out about it last year. Bishop Palod told me that it is said that the church intends to focus on cultivating you, so it is doing a routine background check. To be honest, I really didn't expect..."
He didn't explain to his sons why he didn't tell them right away, and none of the three Jenkins brothers wanted to ask.
Jenkins looked at his brothers. Newman and John hadn't said a word since the beginning. He was actually curious about their attitude.
"I have spoken to His Majesty."
The head of the family went on, standing with the children in the shadow of the grape arbor looking at the colorful lights of the courtyard in the distance:
"This time our family came to Beldylan because of this incident. I didn't want our family to get involved in this incident. Although I don't have a college degree like Newman, I also know that rashly getting involved with the throne must be It's not going to end well."
People in the distance pretended not to be interested in the conversation of the four men here, but even the youngest John Williams could easily detect those faint sights.
"But then I changed my mind."
Robert patted John on the shoulder to keep him from looking around and to concentrate on what he was saying. The latter muttered softly, as if he wanted to say that his father was too strong:
"If a man in our family deserves to be king—that's a strange thing to say—then he deserves the chance. You're not too young to make up your own mind about some things. I'm not a very strict parents."
When he said this, his eyes kept looking at Jenkins, and Jenkins kept his mouth shut, knowing what Robert meant.
"Father… "
The eldest, Newman Williams, wanted to speak, but Robert didn't give him the chance:
"Each of us needs to know our ability and position. I haven't discussed this matter with your mother. She still thinks that the few of us are really going to visit my friends. The newspaper early tomorrow morning will definitely let you She was taken aback. Newman, John, I know it's a little unfair..."
This middle-aged man, who has always claimed to treat every son equally, observed the expressions of his elder son and younger son in turn. Jenkins wanted to say something, but thought he had better not speak:
"I know the three of you, for the sake of this family and your safety. This opportunity...is reserved for Jenkins."
Jenkins turned his face to look at the courtyard of Cold Spring Palace. If he was the original owner of this body and grew up with his father and two brothers, he must have mixed feelings now. But because he is not, the thoughts in his heart are even more chaotic.
"I know you will think this is unfair, but I also don't want our family to be ruined by unnecessary greed. This opportunity is left to Jenkins, and only he, no matter what he does, at the end of this matter , will not let Williamette suffer from the disaster of extinction."
Robert refers to the relationship between Jenkins and the Church of the Sages. He can protect his family at the same time, so he doesn't have to worry about offending the royal family.
Neither Newman nor John spoke. They looked at Jenkins with complicated expressions. Jenkins pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.
Robert stretched out his hand to Jenkins, and Jenkins pulled out two-thirds of the World Tree seed from the neckline and put it in his hand:
"For me and our family, the throne is still just a moon in the water, so I don't want you to be hostile and hostile to each other like in court novels for something that doesn't exist yet. The one in my hand is left by my ancestors It is a token proving the relationship between our family and the Middleton family. One-third of it originally belonged to me, and one-third was recovered by Jenkins. Now... "
He put the black-looking thing in front of Newman:
"Do you want it, Newman?"
The eldest brother of the three brothers lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, so long that Jenkins thought the cat on his shoulder would yawn impatiently, so he sighed and shook his head lightly. He looked up at his father with a serious face, and then looked at Jenkins who didn't know what to do with a good expression:
"This is something that can only be seen in books. I never thought it would happen to our family. Father is right..."
His voice was a little hoarse, but still very powerful:
"Sometimes we have to face it, and of course I want it, but I'm not the right fit."
Only then did he smile in relief, although the words just now did not touch the priesthood of lies, but the last smile was somewhat melancholy no matter how you looked at it.