The prototype of the ritual used by Miss Magic is to find the owner of the lost item. Therefore, it is required that neither the lost item nor the owner have extraordinary power, otherwise the ceremony will never be successful. Now that the ceremony was held so easily, even Miss Magic was surprised, and even wondered if it was some kind of trap.
Following the guidance, the two merged into the city's crowd again. It was still early, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, and since it was Saturday, there were quite a few citizens walking through the streets. The two chatted while walking, during which Jenkins once again said the whole story of the incident, and at the same time warned Miss Magic that the hidden behind-the-scenes must have extraordinary power.
As for the news they found just now, the two also made separate guesses. Now that it is known that the deaths of those people were related to the collection of blood, after excluding the political assassinations caused by vendettas and fighting for the throne, the answer seems obvious.
"Someone is trying to collect Middleton blood."
Here is the view given by Jenkins:
"Those people have only one characteristic in common: they are all distant relatives of the Middleton family. Although they are far away in terms of kinship, they do all have Middleton's blood. This is also the earliest time for them to be recognized as heirs of the royal family. important reason."
"I remember you said that the Middleton family has elven blood... so it is for the purpose of purifying elven blood? No, it is really stupid to do this, and I don't believe that such a technology can be successful... But the one who directed all this behind the scenes People must be the ones who know the secrets of the royal family."
"That narrows down our target a lot. Without any evidence, I'll take a blind guess - it's Queen Isabella."
The two were standing in front of the intersection, waiting for the horse-drawn carriage to pass by in the distance. Although there are many pedestrians on the street, there will always be such carriages. In most cases, it was a private carriage decorated with family crests, and in a few cases, Carfax Field was on an urgent mission.
"Her Majesty? Are you sure?"
Miss Magic asked a little unexpectedly. Although she also cares about politics, she doesn't understand the secret and intricate relationship between members of the royal family. Therefore, it is normal to doubt Jenkins' speculation.
"It's just a guess, but I think there's a half chance it's correct."
"Half? Since the probability is so high, we might as well go directly to Her Majesty the Queen... No, although due to the high tower agreement, ordinary kings can't easily touch the extraordinary, but I don't believe that she really doesn't have any defense against the gifter. After all, even Miss Windsor can hire a high-level and fair-priced gifter like me... But since we have a goal, we are still wasting time in the city... What if she hides?"
This question made Jenkins laugh out loud:
"Wouldn't that be better? If the queen disappears, Williams will be able to inherit the throne with legitimate reasons... I don't know if you have heard that the queen was poisoned during a meal a while ago, and when she was dying, she publicly announced that Williams would become the king. The heirs..."
It was said in a tone as if he were talking about the strange shape of the trash can outside the neighbor's house.
"I've heard similar rumors, and Miss Windsor mentioned it once, so it's true? Mr. Candle, you have to tell me about it."
It was about 11:30 when the two found their destination. At this time, they came to the east of the city near Privet Drive, which was only three blocks away from the Williamette family's house.
Because it was a wealthy neighborhood, it was inappropriate for two strangers to break in abruptly. So he first confirmed the house number, and then Jenkins made the move, asked the neighbor aunt near the street, and had a basic understanding of the owner of the house.
The owner of the house is Kafka Joyce, 39 years old, living alone, claiming to be a veteran who retired from the eastern border.
He doesn't have a proper job, and spends his days in taverns and casinos, but because he inherited a large amount of inheritance from a distant relative, he doesn't need money to spend, and he can own a house in this neighborhood without income.
Generally speaking, he is a drunken person, and the neighbors rarely see him during the day, because Mr. Joyce's most common travel time is late at night.
Mr. Joyce claimed to have a mental illness left during his service in the army, so he had a deep defense against the people around him. Not only did he never invite anyone into his home, he even planted tall trees in the yard. Trees, preventing someone from being able to see in the windows from the street.
This man is very wary of anyone, and even after living here for more than ten years, no neighbor can actually say that he knows him well. Even the aunt Jenkins questioned thought it was a weirdo. The neighbors would not have allowed such a strange person to live in the block if it had not been for the fact that Mr. Joyce was one of the oldest occupants of the street.
"Then does he have a military air?"
This is the only question Jenkins asks seriously.
"Of course, Mr. Joyce belongs to the kind of people who can tell at a glance that he must have served in the army. He is a rather tall man. When he walks and stands, he is very dignified. This cannot be disguised."
So Jenkins understood that this was what they were looking for. After testing, he found that there was no one in the house, and Mr. Joyce seemed not at home. So under the protection of the spell, they climbed over the fence, burned the door lock and entered someone else's house. house, and soon had a harvest.
Like Mr. Joyce, Jenkins is the kind of guy who is wary of strangers and terrified of his secret being discovered. Therefore, under the common mentality, he can easily think of which places are suitable for hiding items, and which places are suitable for placing some unimportant deceptive documents by blindfolding.
The first thing he found was a red delicate box under the loose floor in the corner of the bedroom. After opening it, there was a very beautiful medal inside. Miss Magic didn't know this thing, but Jenkins, who had been trained in the etiquette class of Britney and Hathaway, quickly recalled that it was the "Royal Contribution Medal".
It is not an honorary souvenir issued by the kingdom to those who have made a significant contribution, but a recognition made by the royal family only to the loyal. This kind of medal is not common, and usually only appears in the hands of servants who have worked for the royal family for many years, or those loyal nobles.
From this point of view, this Mr. Joyce is definitely related to the Queen.
Then, a small safe embedded in the wall was found behind the bookshelf, which can only be found after removing the wall tiles, but this requires a specific gear-shaped key and a password to open it. So it was violently dismantled by Jenkins again, this time seeing identification documents and some real estate-owned bills.
"The real name is not Joyce, it's a pseudonym."
The two checked the cumbersome documents separately. When Jenkins saw this complex set of identity-disguised documents, Jenkins almost thought that Joyce was actually a foreign spy. But after discovering those real estate certificates and finding the code book used to translate the ciphertext of the diary in the compartment of the basement, I realized that Kafka Joyce was indeed a spy, but he was not sent to Fidiktli by a foreign country. A spy, but a spy directly under the queen, who was sent by Beldylan to Nolan to monitor Nolan's situation.
The queen of Nuo Da's kingdom has lived in Beldyland for a long time, so it is certainly impossible to know and grasp what is happening in every corner of the country. Therefore, in addition to local officials and nobles, Queen Isabella also has her own intelligence department directly under her, which is quite normal. And this Mr. Joyce is one of the general managers of the Nolan area.
Knowing this, Jenkins' conjecture that "Queen Isabella was the mastermind behind the scenes" is almost fully proven.
He is still searching, trying to find something like a plan, of course, he himself knows that the possibility is very small. Miss Magic sat at the desk and read those texts, while lamenting to Jenkins the horror of the royal struggle:
"These are all relatives of Her Majesty the Queen. Although the blood relationship is very weak, they were killed like this..."
Miss Magic is not a very cruel woman in essence, and she can't see this kind of thing very much.
"Isn't that what power is all about? Even country writers who think kings herd sheep with gold-encrusted whips can imagine how brutal things can happen in horrific palace politics. It's normal..."
Jenkins' voice also softened, and he was also quite disgusted by this approach.
"Then what exactly is Your Majesty going to do? Does she want to separate the blood of the elves, take it as her own through a ceremony, and then sit on the throne for the next fifty years?"
Miss Magic gave the easiest way to think of it.
"It's possible, but we haven't been able to prove it. Interestingly, I have every reason to believe it has something to do with the treehouse."
"Tree house? I heard you mention before that they are wanted by the Orthodox Church all over the world, and they still have time to do such a thing? Since His Majesty would accept the help of such a crazy organization, she must be planning something very important."
It is a pity that the two did not find any more clues in Mr. Joyce's house. Although those identification documents are enough to implicate the queen, Jenkins wants to solve this trouble today, so he does not intend to stop here, but to continue to pursue it.
After leaving the house, the two had lunch in a nearby block, and then entered the black market. Jenkins spent money to find the huntress whom he had not seen for a long time, and asked her to help "bring" Mr. Kafka Joyce over.
Jenkins has always thought of himself as not a good person in the traditional sense, so it is no psychological burden to do so.