The girls walked slowly, crossed the stairs and turned into the corridor, and the conversation continued:
"Yes, I never expected to meet such a person. He has no desire for money, and he is even more dismissive of power, lest he be burdened with responsibility. For beautiful girls, oh, to be honest, I once asked Aya Ms. Lixia Miller has inquired, and now the people around him seem to be actively approaching them, rather than him pursuing them. For such people, the adjective 'no desires, no desires' is not the best adjective?"
Miss Windsor said words of praise to Jenkins that she had never said to Jenkins.
"No, people must have desires in life, otherwise the whole person will be very empty. Jenkins is in a good state of mind, unlike an ascetic monk, he must have his own pursuit. And because that pursuit is extremely important, he will Disregarding other things in life."
Sigrid said, which surprised Miss Windsor:
"The Church of Nature will still teach you these things? Besides, Jenkins' pursuit... Could it be his cat?"
She offered an answer that seemed the most likely at the moment, and both women laughed at the answer at the same time.
Nodding with the two noble ladies who passed by, Miss Windsor raised her head again, just in time to see the oil painting of the church scenery hanging in the corridor. She hesitated, and asked Sigrid hesitantly:
"Actually, I have always had a question. I don't understand it. I'm sorry. After all, I'm not from the church, and I'm not very familiar with the gifter... But judging from what His Majesty has done this time, the secular king seems to be the same as me. Little is known about the mysterious world. In other words, I discovered that His Majesty really does not have the protection of a gifted person around him.
I thought that I hired two women of unknown origin as mystic consultants because I had too little power and had to settle for second, but I didn't expect that His Majesty, like me, had no contact with the Bestower at all. "
"Yes, the "High Tower Agreement" stipulates that royal power and nobles cannot use Transcendence at will."
Sigrid answered naturally, this is a common sense question for her.
"But isn't this strange? The world is so dangerous, but as a king, he has no means of self-protection. It seems that a random gifter can subvert the entire country..."
Miss Windsor frowned, this matter is absolutely unreasonable.
"The church must ensure the safety of the royal family, which is also the content of the "High Tower Agreement."
Sigrid continued, and then saw Miss Windsor's expression became even more confused. The two stopped together in front of an oil painting of a knight beating a demon, and Miss Windsor asked in a more puzzled tone:
"Rely on the church to protect the royal family? Sorry, I heard Jenkins talk about what happened in Loen a few days ago. If he and Miss Miller hadn't arrived, the Stuart royal family would have almost become history."
"Actually, if Jenkins didn't show up in the end, the church would mobilize some people from the front line against the Snowman Legion to rescue them. In fact, this has already happened, but the appearance of Miss Miller and Jenkins was too sudden, so the church The arrangement is useless... Haven't you thought about it, this era has been more than 1,800 years, but there has never been a royal family member murdered by the benefactor, or the benefactor has intervened in the secular government. At least Not in the history books. Even in the chaotic years of war when the ancient Shikali Empire was divided, this did not appear."
Miss Windsor was stumped by this question. She only thought of the serious split between royal power and religious power, the royal family's lack of extraordinary power, and the ridiculous fact that the queen didn't understand the bestower, but ignored the most intuitive content.
"Why?"
She asked Sigrid, and the nun smiled at her:
"Actually, you can ask the princess of the Stuart family, or Miss Miller, or Jenkins... Well, Jenkins may not know, he rarely cares about such issues. And he has only been a gifter for one year, There is a lack of basic common sense questions, I should ask Papa Oliver... You are an ally of Jenkins, and many things can be answered if you ask. There is a very simple answer to your doubts, because B-03-5-9999 [High Tower Agreement]."
"What?"
Miss Windsor was taken aback for a moment, and then she realized that she had also learned some basic common sense during this period, so she was not completely ignorant. She knew what an item with a number meant.
"The High Tower Agreement, B-class extraordinary in the category of destiny. It is not just an agreement. Although there have been many revisions, the content was finally confirmed, but it is indeed notarized by the gods, and it is determined in the sense of fate and reality. Sex. From the first year of the common calendar of the eighteenth century to 1865 of the common calendar of the eighteenth century, this agreement guaranteed the history, the separation of the religious power and the royal power, the independence of each, and the safety of the mortal royal family... But from 1865, last year, the power of the agreement is waning, as the gods notarize the effective date of the agreement, until the purple star of destiny flashes."
Sigrid shook her head suddenly, and looked at Miss Windsor seriously:
"Gods belong to gods, and people belong to people. The basic rule of this era is that the mysterious world must not interfere with the secular order, and the secular world must not interfere with the extraordinary. This is a rule, and that's why you think it's irrational. But it's actually quite reasonable. , isn't it?"
"So, the recent things about the royal family are all because the High Tower Agreement is gradually disintegrating?"
Miss Windsor understood, raised her right hand, and unconsciously wrapped her hair with her fingers.
"Yes, otherwise the tree house and Jenkins and the church would not dare to associate mysterious power with the royal family."
The two continued to walk towards the room, Sigrid was in front, and Miss Windsor was a little behind because of her contemplation. She thought for a while, smoothed out the logic, and then said:
"This is really... a near-perfect order. Gods belong to gods, and people belong to people. Mysteries run rampant in the city, but they are incompatible with the common world; the kingship rules the country, but it has nothing to do with the extraordinary that is close at hand. It is obviously unreasonable, but it is almost perfect .”
From her own point of view, from the point of view of a great nobleman, she sighed like this.
"Yeah, our world really has a god, a god in the true sense, that's why it has become like this. Praise God, praise the spirit of nature, all things return to nature..."
Sigrid said, and then prayed in a low voice, while drawing the holy emblem of the righteous god [Spirit of Nature] on his chest. Finally, there is a sigh:
"If it weren't for the arrival of the end of the era, the order between the mundane and the extraordinary would have been maintained very well. But the end of the era meant the collapse of all order, so what happened recently can actually be regarded as the end of the era. A harbinger and a symbol of the end. I have read some histories, and from past records, every time the era draws to a close, there will be something like this... Peace be upon all."
Miss Windsor nodded, feeling that she had a deeper understanding of the world. A sense of transparency that seemed to penetrate a layer of water film made her feel a little disappointed. She felt that after listening to the words just now, she seemed to have some inexplicable gains and changes. But she didn't understand this feeling, what was happening to her.
After all, the transformation from an ordinary person to a gifted person has never been achieved overnight. Listening to the secrets of the world is just a small hole in a thick brick wall.
Because Jenkins was just sent downstairs, the door was not locked when he went out. After the two finished their conversation, they opened the door again and returned to the spacious room, only to find that there was an extra person in front of the closed curtains.
Because she was walking in front, Miss Windsor Lan was subconsciously behind. Sigrid looked at the strange man:
"Excuse me sir, who are you?"
He was a little short, and he was wearing a wide-brimmed hat in a dimly lit room, so he couldn't see his specific face clearly.
"Miss Sigrid Capet, I would like to invite you to a place with me."
"Are you from the tree house?"
Sigrid immediately became alert, and the other party exclaimed in surprise:
"Very smart. So we're already so famous?"
"Her Majesty the Queen no longer wants to cooperate with you, are you still targeting her now?"
Miss Windsor pulled her thoughts out of the question and answer just now, and asked.
"Do we want to invite this girl just because of the cooperation with that majesty? No, of course not... But this is not the right place to talk, those damned believers in lies may jump out of corners I can't think of at any time ...then leave with me, Miss Capet. I don't want to threaten you, but you know, there are over 100 people in the house we're in, and I don't mind letting you know I have the guts to kill them all at once. ability."
Sigrid pursed her lips and did not speak, while Miss Windsor behind her tightly pulled her clothes, not letting her leave.
"There is not much time now, so I will give you five seconds to think about it."
The stranger in the room said that he was really worried about the sudden appearance of believers in lies, so he didn't repeat himself and started counting down:
"5."
"Meow~" I don't know where a cat meowed, but the street is outside the room, so it's normal to have such a sound.
"4."
Suddenly there was a loud noise from the street outside, and the countdown man immediately turned his head nervously, for fear that a stranger would suddenly appear behind him. But fortunately, there was no one behind him, and the imaginary believer in lies did not appear.
"3."
But still worried, he walked quickly to the curtain, opened a gap with his fingers and looked out. This would of course expose his back to the two ladies, but he wasn't worried about their strength.
"2."
From the gap in the curtains, you can see that under the towering lamppost, two middle-aged women with vegetable baskets are arguing, surrounded by a circle of idlers watching the fun. The scene kicked stones and got angry. This was obviously not a sign of a follower of lies, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"1."
As he spoke, he turned around, but the first thing he saw was not a woman, but a fist that was a little smaller than a sandbag aimed straight at his face. This attack was really too sudden, and the attack happened at the moment when he let down his vigilance. The man was caught off guard and was directly hit by this punch. He staggered back two steps, feeling that the bridge of his nose must be broken.
"You... so despicable."
Blood was flowing down his nostrils, and while he was trying to block the blood flow with the back of his hand, he raised his head and saw Jenkins who was going back and forth. Jenkins could actually smash his skull directly with his fist, but considering that there are Miss Windsor and Sigrid behind him, he didn't do such a bloody thing.
"Where am I mean?"
He rubbed his fists and asked suspiciously.
The man covering his nose with the back of his hand tried to speak, but found he couldn't open his mouth. It was only at this moment that his face felt cold, and even the back of his hand was "sticky" to his nose. This was because the cold air from the fist contact just now had frozen his skin.
"You don't need to speak."
Reaching out to push the man's hand away from trying to cast a spell, Jenkins pointed to his head. Two emerald green vines hung down from the sky, one wrapped around the man's neck to lift him up, and the other pierced through his temple.
Because only Jenkins and the cat can see the vine, in the eyes of Miss Windsor and Sigrid, Jenkins just stretched out his hand, and the stranger seemed to be hung by an invisible noose, and then his eyes turned white and he lost his sight. awareness.
"Let me contact the church."
Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, and after getting Miss Windsor's permission, he directly used a dagger to painstakingly carve a sage's holy emblem on her floor tiles. After throwing a triangular talisman into it, in about ten minutes, a total of six extraordinary teams of more than 50 people from the Church of the Sages and the Church of Nature arrived.
The reason why so many people came is not because Jenkins is here, but because the people from the tree house have appeared again. Although Jenkins deliberately wiped his neck to wipe out the vitality of the body in order to prevent the church from seeing the traces of [blasphemy production], the appearance of this person is a good clue in itself, and the church will not accept any clues about the tree house. Let go.
Miss Windsor and Sigrid were slightly frightened, and Jenkins did not leave until the church arrived. He stayed with the two ladies, explained that he came back because he felt something was wrong, and then heard Sigrid ask why the tree house was looking for her.
"You may have something that the other party wants. In fact, I guessed before that the cooperation between the tree house and Queen Isabella should also be to use convenience to catch you. Now the cooperation is obviously impossible, and they can only take the risk by themselves .This time it should be just a test. The person I killed just now is only level 3, no matter how you look at it, he is not qualified to do such an important thing... You must be careful during this time, you must be careful, it is best to stay in the church's residence do not leave."
"For something on your body?"
Blonde girl is pensive.
Jenkins nodded, but didn't ask for it. Of course, for the safety of Sigrid, as well as for [The Uncrowned King] and [Seedlings of the World Tree], it is certain that the soul of the tree and the seeds of the World Tree will be brought here, but not now, but tomorrow.
He had already thought about this and couldn't wait any longer.
The delay here was too long. After confirming the arrival of the church team, and repeatedly reminding Sigrid of safety issues, and finally comforting Miss Windsor who was innocently involved in this incident, Jenkins left.
While staring at his pocket watch, he quickened his pace. After finding the carriage at the intersection, he even promised the driver that he could add more money, but he must arrive at the destination as soon as possible.
But even so, it was already six o'clock in the evening when Alexia and Dolores were picked up. Because she was declared the heir, Dolores now moved to live in the mansion where King Sarkhi II stayed. This is the city center, which is a little far from St. George's Street in the West End of Norland.
After all, it was Jenkins who "invited" the ladies to the birthday dinner, so it was impossible for them to stand waiting for him at the door. After the carriage stopped, Jenkins counted the fare he had already paid during the journey and threw it to the driver, and then jumped off immediately. The two northern guards at the door knew Jenkins, and when they saw him walking quickly, they immediately stood at attention.
As I was running down the path to the house, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't asked the coachman to wait a while before taking the people to St. George's Street. But when he turned his head, the carriage had disappeared from the door.
"Damn it."
He thought to himself, and then ignored it for the time being, the guard at the gate of the house opened the gate for him and walked in immediately.
To his surprise, the two girls who had already dressed up and looked extraordinarily elegant and beautiful on this night were actually standing in the wide front hall inside the gate. On the side were Salhi II and several other princesses. Alexia was talking with Yani Stuart before opening the door, and Dolores was standing in front of the huge oil painting directly opposite the door talking to her father. say.
The content of the oil painting is the snow-capped mountain landscape of the Northland, presumably it was hung up specially to entertain King Salhi II.
"You're finally here."
Seeing that it was Jenkins who came in, Dolores walked over without thinking about talking to her father. Alexia smiled apologetically at the eldest princess and walked towards the door. The sixteen-year-old princess wore a sky-blue dress tonight. Although it still had a waist that Jenkins disapproved of, the style of the dress was not very fancy, except for some simple lace decorations on the skirt.
Alexia was wearing a light blue dress with some solemn colors, and it was the first time Jenkins saw her wearing this dress.
The ladies had their hair done early, and Alexia wore it down as usual, except for a diamond pin. Jenkins suspected that she had handled the luster of her hair with extraordinary strength, otherwise the long brown hair would have no reason to have this layer of soft light. Dolores braided her slightly curly pale golden hair behind her head in a unique way, and on top of her head was a beautiful white gold crown.
PS: Don't say that for the sake of plot arrangement, Sigrid was put in danger, so I deliberately didn't ask for it now. In the following story, Sigrid is not in danger, and there is no such deliberate plot.
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