Queen Isabella does not like the Williams, she has always liked Miss Windsor, and she is very fancy about the royal blood. Jenkins knew all these three points, but before today, he never thought that this crazy old man would actually want to exchange blood for Miss Windsor, and then push her to the throne.
It really never occurred to Jenkins that anyone could come up with such a horrible idea.
"A long time ago, no, specifically last autumn, I thought about marrying Jenkins and Jessica, with Jessica becoming queen, and the child they would give birth to would be a pure Middleton, and the result... "
The old man's voice was a little hoarse.
"Such a result can't be achieved, can it? Your spies have repeatedly confirmed that William chose a girl from Stuart. You don't want to wrong Miss Windsor to live with such a man, do you? She is so How can you be deceived by a boy from a commoner's house because it is so dazzling and charming?"
Hearing this sentence, Queen Isabella showed the fatigue that the old man should have at this moment, and she raised her head to look at the young woman sitting opposite:
"I don't want to kill people, especially, those children are good children."
"But they are already dead, and you have also obtained the potion... Now you only need to kill one more person, Your Majesty, and you can realize your wish."
The voice was extraordinarily soft, as if a psychiatrist was trying to induce the patient to relax, and then speak his mind.
"If Jessica knew...she..."
The old man hesitated to speak.
"You are willing to be a bad person, even if she knows, so what? Once the plan is successful and she becomes the real Middleton, who else is more qualified to sit on the throne than her? Williamette? No, he is a member of the Church of the Sages, are you willing to see this country controlled by the Church? Perhaps from now on, even the coronation of the king must be carried out with the Pope's permission."
The old man fell silent again. The silent Mr. Hood listened to the conversation between the two with a regretful expression, while Miss Magic's eyes lit up and she was very interested in it.
"So… "
The woman's voice was very soft, as if she didn't want to disturb Queen Isabella's thoughts:
"Do you agree to help us take Capet away and use it for a ceremony? Without your cooperation, it would be very difficult for us to capture the nun of the Orthodox Church in the urban area, especially since she is also the bestower. Yes, we need you With your help, with your permission, this is the last step..."
This sentence also awakened Jenkins at the same time. He raised his head and looked at the two women with disparity in age who were talking. He knew that within half an hour, at least one of them would die at his hands, at least one of them.
"Although she is also a descendant of Middleton, she is not a resident of the Fidetictli Kingdom at all. She betrayed her surname... You just need to tell us the patrol routes of the church and the police, it's very simple... And we want to What I want is nothing more than the deep wiring diagram of Nolan's underground pipeline... "
The woman's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but in such an atmosphere, such a voice could better play a persuasive role. Jenkins doesn't know whether the tree house knows that Sigrid has the soul of the tree and the seed of the world tree, so he can't guess whether this is a conspiracy that kills two birds with one stone.
The old man was silent for a long time, as if it had been a long time and seemed to be just a few minutes, the carriage stopped slowly. The slight vibration made everyone's hearts tremble, and the young woman said with a smile:
"You still have time to think about it, but it must be done as soon as possible."
With that said, he turned and got off the carriage. The moment the carriage door opened, Jenkins saw that the Queen's house was already outside.
He then nodded to his companions, and then quietly followed the woman out of the carriage. Miss Magic and Mr. Hood looked at each other, and got out of the carriage holding the spell tightly, but Mr. Candle was no longer nearby.
"What should we do now?"
Mr. Hood said in sign language.
"Follow Your Majesty, Mr. Candle will be back."
Miss Magic responded, and then watched the servants get into the carriage and carefully helped the old man down:
"Participating in such a thing personally is much more interesting than lying in bed and reading palace novels."
Miss Magic had an excited expression on her face, and the two followed the servants and walked inward. Mr. Hood does not agree with this. His family also has complicated relationships, which eventually led to a sad ending. Therefore, the conspiracy and betrayal among family relatives will always remind him of his past. Not something to get excited about.
But considering that Miss Magic is an outsider who reads this matter as if reading a real court novel, while Mr. Hood empathizes and substitutes himself into it, so the feelings of both of them make sense.
Both Miss Magic and Mr. Hood came here for the first time. Although they were curious about the Queen's residence, they followed Queen Isabella all the time in order to prevent getting lost or getting into unnecessary trouble. This requires the consumption of more spells to keep the voice and figure undetectable, but fortunately, Miss Magic has made sufficient preparations for this.
At the same time, the two also discovered that the queen was not protected by many benefactors of the church as they thought. In fact, after getting off the carriage, they didn't even find any figure of anyone who seemed to be the gifter.
This gave them the feeling that even without Mr. Candle leading the way, as long as they wanted, they might not be able to lurk beside Queen Isabella to monitor or eavesdrop.
It was just a feeling at first, and after half an hour when the old man started to eat, they were finally sure that the church really didn't send any benefactors to protect the king.
Although it has been a long time since Mr. Candle disappeared, Miss Magic and Mr. Hood are not bored by it. On the contrary, just quietly following the power center of this country gave them enough satisfaction. Not to mention Miss Magic's excitement about it, and Mr. Hood's interest in the decorations for the king's residence.
While the Queen was eating, the two stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the grand restaurant and looked into the garden, exchanging their feelings with sign language, and guessing whether Mr. Candle would bring back the woman's body just now.
The door of the room was pushed open with a bang, and the two of them turned around in astonishment, thinking that it was Mr. Candle who forcibly broke in. Miss Magic had already thought about all the complaints for a while.
But it was an anxious maid who entered the door. She lowered her head and walked quickly to the queen at the front of the long dining table, leaning over and whispering:
"Viscount William and Miss Windsor are outside and want to see you... The Viscount seems very angry."
The old man slowly put the spoon full of yellow beans on the side of the silver dinner plate. She finished arranging the tableware with that kind of slow movement that made people want to beat her up, and then carefully wiped her mouth with a napkin:
"Is it just them?"
This was finally asked.
"There is another cat, the black and white kitten that the Viscount always brings with him."
"You watched Jenkins carefully."
She said with a blank face, the young maid blushed, and wanted to speak out to justify but was stopped by the queen:
"Then let them come in and come straight here to meet me."
"Yes."
The maid said in a low voice, then turned around carefully and walked out the door. Miss Magic and Mr. Hood stood by the window watching this scene with interest, and Jenkins Williams and Jessica Windsor really came out of the door shortly after.
Mr. Hood has only seen Williamette's general appearance from Miss Braun's dice game and newspapers, but never Miss Windsor. At this time, seeing the two people walking in one after the other, I couldn't help but sighed to Miss Magic:
"These two are really well-matched young men."
The corner of Miss Magic's mouth trembled, and she carefully warned in sign language:
"Don't judge other people's relationship casually, it's very impolite... Especially, don't say that in front of Miss Bailing, you will get into trouble."
"Oh yes, the last dice game..."
Mr. Hood shook his head apologetically, and then saw the three people in the restaurant start a conversation.
"Would you please sit down?"
Jenkins, who had returned to his real identity, asked, but before Queen Isabella could respond, he opened the two seats beside the long dining table. The tablecloth brushed against the chairs, but it didn't prevent Jenkins from pulling them out. Miss Windsor's face was very bad. It was not gloomy or angry, but a kind of extreme sadness and sadness.
Without even looking at the old man at the table, she sat down with Jenkins.
"Jenkins, Jessica, what do you want to come to me? If you want to have dinner with me, please wait a moment, and I will order the servant to prepare it for you."
The queen's voice was as usual, as if this was just an ordinary arrangement.
"No need for now, thank you for your kindness, we are here for some things."
"whats the matter?"
She finally looked at Jenkins' face, and roughly read their purpose from their expressions.
"Recently, the heirs have died one after another, and Miss Windsor and I are also very worried. Today I entrusted my friend to investigate this matter in private, and then I found something amazing. I don't want to go around in circles, so are you related to this matter?"
"I don't understand why you ask that? Is any of your so-called friends more trustworthy than me?"
She answered very calmly, with both hands on the table. This posture is extremely weird, and there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.
"Yes, I want to trust him. He is an honest, reliable, kind, brave, and upright gentleman."
Jenkins stared into the old man's eyes and said, but did not see any shaken or panic in the eyes of the other party. So he opened the file bag he was carrying, and displayed the evidence collected with Miss Magic today on the dining table one by one.
PS: Does this count as coercion