On the bright side, Dolores also has a great advantage in the battle for the throne, but she is also constrained by her elder brother because of her age. Now that the members of the royal family have all left Loen with the king, this is a very good opportunity, especially the temporary alliance with Dolores means that she can also borrow the power of the "prince" of this country, Yani Stuart Pretty bullish on Jenkins.
The alliance she wants is of course not to jointly prepare an assassination plan. This is the most stupid act. Yani Stuart knows that her father's body will not last long. This trip will be the last time the Stuarts will show own chance.
Alexia expressed great interest in this kind of cooperation, and Jenkins remained silent throughout, standing at the window and listening to the women discuss politics. Holding the cat in his arms, he thought of the week he had been in Beldyran.
The place has become a political maelstrom, attracting more catchers and schools of fish. Everything he experienced will profoundly affect history. The last major political event of the eighteenth century must be what is happening at this time.
But this tragicomedy has not yet been staged to the end, because the third protagonist of the play, the king from Turin, is still on his way.
By the time we bid farewell to Alexia and Dolores, it was already late at night. Considering Dolores' feelings, Jenkins did not stay with Alexia, but planned to return to his house to rest.
Although this is still a night walk, Jenkins is not worried about encountering dangerous things. Now all the hidden dangers of Beldyran have basically been swept away, and the murder against him cannot happen at this time, because no one knows that he went to the mansion where the northern royal family stayed.
All the way back to his house safely, he planned to read the divination notes given to him by the ancient fortune teller girl for a while, and then went to bed and fell asleep.
Sit at the desk in the study room and light the gas lamp, imprint the text on the "Book of Memories" on a blank notebook, and read the beautiful text on it carefully by erecting the notebook. After a while, a black shadow rose from the back of the notebook. Jenkins looked up and saw his cat standing on two legs, laying its body on the almost vertical cover of the notebook, exposing its head and paws above the notebook.
"Meow~"
It greeted Jenkins and slapped its paw on the notebook.
"I'll play with you later, I'm reading a book."
Speaking of "picking" the cat from the notebook and putting it on his lap, Chocolate was a little dissatisfied, but was quickly suppressed by Jenkins' left hand.
When it was eleven o'clock, he planned to end this hard day and go to bed. While brushing teeth in the bathroom in pajamas, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Beldyland's house is an apartment-style building facing the street, without its own garden or yard, and the street is outside the door, so there is no way to ring the bell to call the door.
"Who is it so late?"
He thought suspiciously, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction downstairs, but he didn't see the aura.
"strangeness."
Putting down the water glass and hugging the cat to the window of the bedroom, leaning against the wall and lifting the gap between the curtains with your fingers and looking down, only to see a man wearing a black hat standing against the door under the dim streetlight.
He thought for a while, put the cat on the floor, and stepped on his slippers to the first floor. The wind outside is a bit loud tonight, and the windows on the first floor may not be closed properly, filling the room with the horrible whistling wind.
The gas lamp in the foyer flickered several times before it stabilized after being lit. It seemed that the pressure in the gas pipe was unstable. Jenkins stood in front of the door for a few seconds before asking outside the door:
"May I ask who is still visiting so late?"
"Mr. Williams, there is a letter from you."
The man's voice is hoarse, with a slight northern accent.
"Shove it in through the drop slot in the door."
Jenkins said.
"The client wants me to deliver it to you personally."
The person outside the door explained.
Jenkins nodded, sure that the people outside had bad intentions, because everything he said just now was a lie. He looked at the drawer of the shoe cabinet, where there was a pistol loaded with three bullets. So he took out the gun, hung the anti-theft chain on the door and hid behind the door, and then opened a gap in the door:
"Give me the letter."
But it was not the envelope that protruded from the crack in the door, but the black muzzle of the gun. The people outside the door probably thought that Jenkins would look out through the crack of the door immediately, but they didn't expect him to hide behind the door.
After seeing the muzzle of the gun, Jenkins stretched out his hand to hold the body of the gun, and then grabbed the whole gun with a sudden pull, while imagining the expression of the man outside the door. He didn't know the model of the gun very well, and he couldn't infer the identity of the outsider from the pistol, so he asked:
"Sorry, this doesn't look like a letter."
He didn't know how the people outside the door felt at this moment, he only saw a dark object being thrown in. He caught it, and then used the ability of [Ice Condensation] to condense all the steam that the steam bomb was trying to spew out into ice.
"This, it doesn't seem to be a letter."
He said, and then threw the ice lump in his hand out through the crack of the door again, and then heard the sound of someone leaving the door of his house quickly and then pounced on the ground and fell down.
"Meow~"
The belated cat appeared and then walked behind Jenkins, ran neatly, then climbed up the shoe cabinet along the side of the shoe cabinet perpendicular to the ground, and finally jumped onto Jenkins' shoulder.
Jenkins smiled and untied the anti-theft chain, and walked out the door with a gun in each hand, just in time to see the man lying on the ground getting up.
The stranger looked at the young man in pajamas, slippers, carrying a cat and holding two guns, and suspected that his employer was setting him up.
"The last guy who tried to murder me near my house didn't seem to end well."
Jenkins lamented that it was about the serial killer who broke into his house after returning from a winter trip and was knocked unconscious by him with a cane.
The stranger, just getting up, took this as a threat, but he also saw two guns in the hands of the young writer, one of which had actually belonged to him a minute earlier.
"Don't you want to tell me now that you actually found the wrong person?"
Jenkins asked, and the stranger fell silent and tried to take a step back, but Jenkins had already aimed the gun with his right hand at his head:
"Do you want to try whether you run faster or my bullet is faster? Although my marksmanship is not good, but we are only three steps away, I think I will aim very accurately."
Strangers are just ordinary people, and of course they don't want to try to use their own speed or luck to do so.