"Looking for me? It's my pleasure... But we don't seem to have anything worth talking about?"
Jenkins in the carriage was puzzled. He didn't think he and Dolores' father had anything to talk about. Slightly leaning back on the seat in the car, quietly observing the other person's expression.
"My daughter has already given you her personal maid. Do we really have nothing worth talking about?"
asked the king, looking up.
"It's not a gift..."
Jenkins tried to defend himself, but stopped after a few words. The other party was right, the relationship between the two was not just the relationship between the king of a foreign country and the heir of a foreign country.
"Me and Dolores actually..."
He also wanted to say something to show that he had done nothing wrong, but Salhi II raised his hand and interrupted Jenkins:
"I'm not one of those unenlightened fathers, and I have nothing against the love and marriage of the next generation, as long as their choices are sensible. Jenkins Williams, you are a very good marriage partner, Dolores I have no objection to Si choosing you. What I want to talk to you today is not about your marriage."
The carriage moved forward slowly, and the speed was not fast, which probably indicated that this conversation would last for a long time. Judging from the direction, the carriage was carrying the two of them towards Jenkins' home, that is, St. George Street. Salhi II obviously knew Jenkins' address.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"What I'm talking about is, you want to be king of Fidetictli?"
he asked bluntly.
"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"
Jenkins asked, but Sarhi II did not answer directly:
"Before I set off for this country, I called my children and asked them to report on the recent government affairs. At that time, it seemed that the person who followed Dolores was your person? I asked him to pass some words, I Think you should know."
"Know."
Jenkins nodded, the adjutant was him.
"Now is a once-in-a-millennium change. The next meeting in Nolan will affect the direction of the world for a thousand years. If this city is a theater, then this interesting story always needs an appropriate protagonist …”
He looked at Jenkins:
"I have never believed in fate, but judging from the current situation, Jenkins Williams, no one is more like Nolan's protagonist than you."
"Sorry, so what exactly are you trying to say?"
"If you become the king of Fidic Tri and marry my daughter, it will be equivalent to a marriage between the two countries."
"Is such that."
Both of them spoke faster.
"But now Dolores also intends to take my place."
When saying this, Salhi II was carefully observing Jenkins' expression:
"For the Hampawa Kingdom, I can give up my life without hesitation, but I absolutely cannot allow the country to fall into the hands of others after my death."
This "other" is Jenkins.
"Sorry, I think you may have misunderstood, I like Dolores, but I don't want to rely on her...
"Of course I know you don't have that purpose, but it's precisely because of this that I came to talk to you. Otherwise, tell Dolores that she can't marry you, so there's no need for such trouble."
He looked a little excited, but he also knew that he was not in good health, so he quickly adjusted his emotions:
"Jenkins Williams, I am a very enlightened person, and I appreciate a talented young man like you. But I will never allow my daughter to give you the country left by her ancestors as a dowry, you understand ?"
Salhi II looked straight into Jenkins' eyes, and Jenkins, who had a clear conscience and didn't plan to eat soft food, also looked at him without fear:
"I'm afraid this idea is a bit bold. The premise of its establishment is obviously that Dolores and I both become kings. But let's not talk about Queen Isabella's thoughts, just you, can't you decide who to give your crown to?" ?”
"Queen Isabella? She thinks she's a smart person, but after living too long, it's inevitable that she will become a little old and confused."
Salhi II did not hide the contempt in his tone:
"That old lady obviously lived too long, so she had some unrealistic ideas. She thinks she is in control of everything, but she is definitely not your opponent."
Jenkins smiled provocatively at the corner of his mouth:
"You like me so much?"
"I'm almost sure that no one is your opponent. I don't know what your hole card is, Church? Or the two navy ministers? Or the girl from the Windsor family? I can see that the one who married Middleton A queen, I don't really like you very much, but you don't seem to have much respect for her. She is too old. Although the years give mortals wisdom, time also weakens mortal intuition. She can't feel it, you It is related to almost everything that happened here, what a terrible fact? But I can feel that you are probably winning now, right?"
Jenkins still maintained a smile, and his vigilance against the king in front of him was almost to the extreme. What the old man said is right, anyone who can sit on the throne and hold that power for a long time is easy to deal with.
"As for whom I want to pass the throne to... Among my children, Dolores may not be a bad choice."
Jenkins didn't know whether Salhi II said this on purpose, or if it was really true. He remained calm on the surface, with a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he did not comment on this sentence.
"So what is the purpose of our conversation tonight? You didn't come to praise me in a carriage, did you?"
"I want you to swear that no matter what the future holds, the Kingdom of Fidiktli cannot annex Hampawo, not in any form."
Hearing this, Jenkins smiled, turned his head and looked out the window and ignored it. Salhi II didn't speak for a long time, just looked at Jenkins, and Jenkins had no objection to the proposal itself. He never had the idea of seeking land from other countries in the past, but he just didn't like what Salhi II did.
Although neither of them spoke, the atmosphere in the carriage was not awkward at all. Jenkins watched the smoky night scene outside for a while before speaking:
"This sounds ridiculous, if you came to me in the car so late, just to say this, then I'm sorry..."
The seriously ill middle-aged man was not surprised by this answer:
"So, you really have an idea about Hampavo?"
"No, I have no idea about your country at all. I just feel that it is ridiculous that you came to me to talk about this kind of thing, as if I can annex it if I want to. And why should I swear? Your Majesty , I have no reason to do so."