According to the itinerary, the group will arrive at Nolan Railway Station tomorrow afternoon. Judging from the newspaper, Nolan has already made sufficient preparations to welcome the group. At the same time, the visiting delegation from Cheslan, who was heading to Nolan by boat, was already approaching their destination. If nothing unexpected happened, their arrival in Nolan would be this week.
Jenkins went to bed and fell asleep with some excitement, thinking that he would be able to return to Nolan, who had "long absence" tomorrow. But just as he closed his eyes, he felt that there was an extra person in his room.
He opened his eyes and got up from the bed. Mr. Augustus, who was wearing a black robe, was standing at the closed door and looking at him. Behind Mr. Augustus, the messenger of death, the door is changing from [the door to death] back to an ordinary wooden door.
Jenkins blinked, a smile appeared on his face:
"Oh, long time no see, Mr. Augustus. Please take a seat. Are you here to ask about the execution of the will? That's totally fine. I've been paying attention to this matter, and the Sage Church is also helping. If you want If you want the documents, I can burn them to you when I return to Nolan... Sorry, there doesn’t seem to be such a statement here. If you want to see the specific documents, you can come to me after returning to Nolan.”
Mr. Augustus is a friend of Jenkins. Because the family is the descendant of the master, he was called away by the [Ancient God of Death] after his death and became a character similar to the "Envoy of Soul" and "Messenger of Death". After the death of Mr. Augustus, the two met once. That was when Jenkins took the initiative to contact [Death God's Cloak Fragment], about four months ago.
But in any case, Jenkins regards the other party as his friend, not only because the other party left him a large inheritance, but also because the relationship between the two was very good before Mr. Augustus was alive.
"Long time no see, Viscount William."
Mr. Augustus is very well informed, and even knows about Jenkins being promoted to viscount.
He smiled helplessly at Jenkins:
"I'm sorry, I'm not here to catch up with you this time, but thank you for helping me execute my will with all my heart and responsibilities. My decision was not wrong. This time, someone entrusted me to come here and invite you to a place."
He took off the hood on his head to expose this face. Compared with his life, his skin in the spirit state appeared to be very white, other than that, he looked the same as a living person.
"Invite me? Who? Where?"
Jenkins had already put on his slippers and left the bed. The cat lying next to the pillow bent its front legs and kicked back. It stretched its waist and opened its mouth. After a big yawn, it followed Jenkins out of bed.
"A very honorable being invited you."
Mr. Augustus blinked, indicating to Jenkins that he could guess.
"He wants to invite you to a strange land, a specific strange land."
"May I ask why?"
Jenkins understood that this was probably the invitation from the [Ancient God of Death].
"I don't know about this, but I assure you that this treacherous journey will not be dangerous, and I will be by your side throughout the journey, and will send you back here after the end."
"Is that so..."
Jenkins hesitated.
"Oh well."
He nodded, he believed in the "no danger" promised by the other party. If the ruler wanted to harm him, he would not send people to see him in such a blatant way.
"Can I bring my cat?"
he asked, stroking the sleepy cat on his shoulder.
"sure."
Mr. Augustus nodded, then turned sideways to the door as a gesture of invitation. Under Jenkins' eyes, the ordinary door turned into an entrance to a strange realm emitting endless white light.
"Although I have known before that the Paradise is a small fragment that the masters split from their own world, this is the first time I have seen its formation process."
Thinking in his heart, he lowered his head and looked at his pajamas, then asked to change his clothes before setting off.
Falling from a high altitude, although his feet were very stable when he landed on the ground, the dizziness still made Jenkins cover his head for a while before he recovered. Looking around, Mr. Augustus was beside him.
The ground is uneven under the feet, and there seems to be the wreckage of the battlefield around him. The dark clouds in the distance are almost connected to the ground, and there is a damp smell of rain and wind in the air, but there is also a smell of blood after careful sniffing.
Wisps of black smoke rose around, and in the distance, corpses and broken weapons could be seen everywhere. At the limit of his vision, he could even see a broken flag planted on the hill, fluttering in the strong wind, but Jenkins couldn't see what kind of pattern the flag had.
In front of the two of them was the ruins of a church. It seemed as if it had been blasted by steam bombs and steam cannons in turn. The main body of the building had disappeared, and the broken floor covered by garbage could be vaguely seen on the ground. There are several stone pillars around the base protruding from the ground. Judging from the pattern, the former church should also be extremely brilliant.
Not far away is a crooked statue with only half of its body left, which is the location of the main hall of the church. It is the best preserved here, at least there is half a wall standing behind the statue. The pulpit in front of the statue leaned on the ruins, piled up with some benches.
Surrounded by the broken benches, right in front of the statue, some collected branches made a campfire, which was the only flame that provided light and heat in this strange environment.
Lying around the campfire were three men, each wearing military uniforms of unidentifiable factions, and clearly of different factions. Judging from the fabric and style of the clothes, the level of civilization in the background of this paradox should be slightly lower than that at the end of the eighteenth century, but it is obviously also after the industrial revolution.
"The rules of the paradox this time are very simple."
Mr. Augustus and Jenkins said as they walked from the darkness on the edge of the battlefield to the campfire in front of the statue. It seemed that he acted as the rule explainer of this paradox:
"There are three wounded here, each of them seriously injured for a different reason. They come from different countries, come here for different reasons and have different stories.
I can tell you that these three people belong to the 'villains' in the public perception no matter what aspect they are in, and now you need to listen to their stories, choose the worst one from them, and kill him with your own hands. Because the rules have changed, any choice that makes sense can be accepted, so there is no failure in this treachery... Of course, there are rewards for this treachery, which will satisfy you, Jenkins. "
With the relationship between the two, it is normal to call "Jenkins".