"What do you unserstand?"
On the gray fog-shrouded street, Miss Magic asked in surprise.
"I understand some obvious things, I'll talk about this later, I have a plan now, do you want to go together?"
Next, Jenkins' plan was to go straight to Queen Isabella, and Miss Magic immediately thought he was crazy.
The woman was actually shocked by his bold and direct idea. Although she is a gifter, she still has respect and a certain degree of awe for the queen of secular kingship. Not in awe of human beings themselves, but in awe of the power that comes from power, so Miss Magic never thought that one day she would directly rush in front of the Queen.
"I think it's better for you to think carefully and make a foolproof plan instead of using simple sentences such as 'we lurk in the past, press the truth behind this matter while others are not looking' to describe the next approach .”
"Oh well… "
Jenkins thought for a while, and worded again:
"My plan is to wait at the gate of the city hall, sneak into her carriage in advance, and then use a spell to eliminate our voice and figure. After she gets in the carriage, we will press her again."
Jenkins nodded, thinking it was a pretty good plan.
"Are you kidding, Mr. Candle? Going to kidnap and interrogate the queen of a country, is your plan as simple as that?"
"Of course, do I still need to write a detailed plan? I have never had such a habit."
He asked in surprise, but Miss Magic still thought it was too reckless:
"Then what do you think it should be?"
So he stopped to ask, and Miss Magic also stopped, and stood with Jenkins in front of the mailbox at the entrance of the alley, as if stopping to chat.
"First of all, we have too few people. Secondly, you just came up with this plan, but in fact you don't know anything about the situation around the city hall and the queen. Finally, since she cooperates with illegal organizations, there must be protection around her." The means of the bestower, shouldn't we take precautions against this in advance?"
Miss Magic is a very cautious person, and in fact Jenkins is also very cautious, but he thinks that at least in this matter there is no need to worry too much about the details. It would be better if it succeeded, and if it didn't, the Orthodox Church would not embarrass the two of them for the sake of cooperation, not to mention that what they did this time was completely righteous.
"What you said makes sense, but now the sun is about to set, and there are long nights and dreams. We'd better deal with this matter today. After all, a person just died, and the tree house will definitely find it."
"In this case… "
Miss Magic gritted her teeth:
"Then go find Mr. Hood. He is prudent, and I know he's nearby. Let's call him to join the operation. Even if we fail in the end, we won't have nowhere to escape."
"Don't think about failure, you will definitely succeed."
Jenkins reassured, then added:
"I can swear in my own name, this matter will definitely not be a big trouble. Miss Magic, in fact, we don't have to fear the power of the king, we all know William, if he succeeds in sitting on the throne in a few months, Then everyone will be a hero for helping him. At that time, you will probably be able to get the title of 'Royal Mystery Consultant'."
"Let's forget it, he is a scribe of the Church of the Sages, so why would he let me be an advisor to the royal family?"
The woman muttered, leading Jenkins through the alley, and walked towards another block diagonally ahead.
Mr. Hood is a very successful businessman. Regarding how successful he is, Jenkins has only heard a few words from the party and the mouth of the old elf. Don't have much of an idea of how successful he really was.
It wasn't until this time that Miss Magic led him into the magnificent marble building located at the corner of the five-fork intersection on the commercial street in the East District of Nolan City that he had a clear understanding of his friend's financial resources.
"Is this a bank?"
Stepping on the clean, almost reflective ground, Jenkins asked nervously. Walking up the steps, passing by the marble pillars, and entering the front hall, I found that the inside was unusually empty, only a few middle-aged men in uniforms sat behind a row of counters against the wall. Looking up, you can see the magnificent dome, above which is the exquisite oil painting outlined by the artist with a brush.
"Haven't you been here?"
"Why do you think I've been here?"
Jenkins asked quietly.
"The Kamel Counseling Center is very famous here. It is the largest psychological counseling firm in Nolan and the largest chain of psychological counseling centers in the Kingdom of Fidiktli. It even has a cooperative relationship with the Kingdom Medical College."
Miss Magic introduced, and then reached into her pocket to search for something.
"Psychological consulting firm?"
He looked again at the neat ground around him that no one dared to step on, at the expensive oil paintings on the wall, and at the antique sword-holding armor standing on both sides of the open gate:
"Is this business so profitable?"
He and the cat who had never seen the world were amazed at this, and each of them looked around, thinking about how much the buildings here could be worth.
"Of course, I have known Mr. Hood for a long time. I heard from him three years ago that his annual after-tax net income can almost reach this figure."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and gestured to Jenkins. Jenkins interpreted the sign language according to the rules of black market transactions, and the shocked expression on his face became more intense:
"This should be the so-called top big capitalist?"
"Yes, Mr. Hood can be called a big capitalist no matter what kind of rules are used... But don't look at him living a good life now. In fact, he was also very down and out a long time ago. I remember the black man who had left Nolan. Mr. Cat and Mr. Hood first met. Mr. Black Cat told me that Mr. Hood’s life was very bad more than 20 years ago, and he only made a fortune in the past ten years. He is the kind of Ordinary people who make a fortune with a little bit of luck are worthy of this industry... Don't talk to me about capital squeeze, I don't understand these things."
As he spoke, he finally found the business card from his pocket and handed it to the young woman with a business-like smile who walked towards him, who immediately led the two of them into the depths of the building. Walk along the corridor through the diagnosis and treatment area, and greet the uniformed guards in front of the second gate before entering the office area behind.
Mr. Hood's office is at the back. Before knocking on the door, Jenkins heard voices talking inside, but the conversation stopped abruptly after knocking on the door.