"Are you... all right? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Jenkins in the carriage sat still, worried that if the other party died suddenly in front of him, he would be justified and unable to explain.
"Nothing, just some minor problems."
Tarquin said that his Fidiktli language is pretty good. He ordered the driver to set off, without Jenkins' question, he took Jenkins's hand a little impolitely and said:
"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry to disturb you so early. Please don't tell anyone about our meeting today."
Friendly and approachable, the king gave Jenkins a good impression.
"Of course, but what do you want?"
"Mr. Williams, I know it's awkward to say this, but..."
He spoke very kindly to Jenkins, not befitting his so-called "proud man" title at all. Compared with the powerful king, one of the three kingdoms of human beings, he is more like a kind neighbor who lives next door.
"Please help me, Mr. Williamette."
"What? Sorry, do you need me to see a doctor, but I'm not a doctor."
Although he was surprised, his face was calm. He and the king of the southern country were not acquaintances, so it was unreasonable to talk about such a thing when they met alone for the first time. Moreover, Jenkins is not a doctor, and according to the High Tower Agreement, he cannot use supernatural powers to treat any king.
"No, it's not illness, it's something else."
After speaking, he went to take off his clothes, Jenkins instinctively covered his cat's eyes, and he also hid back, and then saw a strange blue-purple pattern on Tucker's chest.
"Is this... a tattoo?"
he asked hesitantly.
"No, it's a curse."
Tarquin looked very depressed:
"On the second day of the fleet's departure from Eldron, the pattern emerged little by little, and it was fully formed the night before arriving in Nolan. I can feel it absorbing my life, and I am day by day. Weak, yes, weak."
This sentence is true. Just by looking at Tarquin's face now, one can tell that his health is absolutely worrying.
"Oh, this is really scary."
Jenkins exclaimed:
"I have always stayed away from occultism, but I believe that the power of the gods is real. Since you think this is a curse... just treat it as a curse, why don't you go to the church for help? In your capacity, I don't think this It’s not difficult, and recently the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods has sent representatives to Nolan, and I heard that the Church of Nature has quite a few very skilled doctors.”
The suggestions he gave were quite satisfactory and in line with the basic setting of his character.
"No, I can't get close to any priests, not even the church. The curse is restricting me and restricting my contact with the power of the gods."
The tall and thin middle-aged man held his chest and said, he looked quite uncomfortable:
"I know what you mean, Viscount William. But occultism really exists, and there are really people who can control it. I tried to ask the church for help, but every letter I sent through the servants was missing. Besides, this kind of matter cannot be resolved by writing a letter."
His symptoms looked like angina, but he spoke normally and showed no signs of fainting. It only lasted less than ten seconds before he let go of his hand covering his chest, sweating profusely and said to Jenkins:
"I must find a non-clergyman who has enough influence on the church to help me deliver letters to the church, and this person must be reliable enough. You are the best candidate I know, and you are willing to help a deceased friend handle the estate , is enough to prove your loyalty and righteousness."
As he spoke, he took out a letter from under the cushion next to him. This letter seemed to have been rubbed once, and the overall appearance was horrible:
"Please help me deliver this letter to the church."
He looked at Jenkins with eager eyes. Jenkins was a little uncomfortable with such eyes. He moved uneasily and took the letter:
"No problem, it's just a trivial matter."
So far, everything the king of the southern kingdom has said is true, including the fact that he has no one he can trust. This gave Jenkins a better understanding of the political situation in the Southland, and the huge problems facing the southern royal family. I thought that the Hampawo Kingdom in the north and the country were already in chaos, but I didn't expect that something even more incredible would happen in the south - the king was cursed by the extraordinary, but he could only ask members of the royal family of other countries to seek help from the church.
If it weren't for the guarantee of the priesthood of lies, Jenkins probably wouldn't have believed the words of this decadent middle-aged king. Even now that it's proven true, he still suspects something is wrong.
"Actually, I'm still curious."
Since the carriage did not stop, the conversation could continue:
"Why did you come to me? From my point of view, even if you are surrounded by betrayal and conspiracy, there should be at least one or two trustworthy people? In your kingdom, there should be at least one Two nobles you can trust, right?"
People in this era have a high degree of recognition of the so-called "royal bloodline". Although the arrogant Tarquin was evaded, he is indeed a member of the royal family who inherited the throne through legal procedures. , it is impossible for anyone around you not to be able to trust.
"If I were in China, of course I would be able to find those loyal people, but this visit to Fidiktri was originally opposed by the group of people in the country. In exchange for being able to come here, most of the people around me They are all spies who have been inserted in, and the very few loyal people around them are all under surveillance. You must not imagine, Mr. Williams, what price I paid for being able to come out to see you this morning."
It sounds reasonable, but Jenkins, who never trusts strangers, still has doubts. The middle-aged king certainly guessed what he was thinking, so he continued:
"Not only do I need to find someone to deliver the letter for me, but also to make sure that the deliverer can safely deliver the letter to the church. This person must have enough weight, but not too big for everyone to stare at, and he has enough people in the local area. You will not be murdered at the door of the church. To be honest, I don’t know much about this city on the west coast of the mainland. The best choice I can think of in a hurry is you.”
After speaking, he covered his mouth with a white silk handkerchief and coughed. Fortunately, there was no blood on the handkerchief after coughing.
"I didn't ask you for help for no reason, Viscount William, you will get my friendship and a 'gift' that you need most now."