Alexia did not immediately explain why she had come to this conclusion, but sat Jenkins down to talk. Jenkins, who was only here to inform, had to sit down, and Alexia continued:
"I found an ancient slate rubbings called [Reverse Records] in the tower, which described dangerous symbols and rituals that had diametrically opposite meanings from those familiar to the Giver. It mentioned [The Rebel] This title, according to the records in that book, is a super-large ritual created by a lunatic who lived in a more distant past to cater to fate."
"To cater to fate, isn't it against fate?"
Jenkins asked with interest, picked up the chocolate who was trying to pick up the apples in the fruit plate on the table, and put it on his lap.
"People realized a long time ago that once the fate is observed, it is almost impossible to reverse it. So they invented another method, while catering to the fate, they completely rewritten the fate. Ben, the real and complete record has long since disappeared, so I don't know exactly what kind of ceremony this is. But I don't think it's such a coincidence that the fateful Mr. B you met happened to have a ritual similar to this one. You must know that 'rebel' is not an ordinary word, it is quite a mouthful, and is rarely used in daily life, it is said to be a word evolved from some ancient dialect."
She paused:
"But it could also be a coincidence."
"It's worth investigating."
Jenkins said, thinking for a moment:
"I'm afraid our two investigations will take a lot of time. Let me find an opportunity to use my identity as a lie believer and entrust Miss Stillwell to help with the investigation. In this way, the Orthodox Church will definitely help us find relevant clues as soon as possible. "
"It's better this way, but I always have a sense of foreboding."
The short lady was still a little worried, but seeing Jenkins calm and composed, she subconsciously relaxed.
Tuesday's plan was to go to Papa first, then to Bishop Parode, and then deal with the flower girls, the Artisan demigods, and Miss Stillwell.
The busy and tight plan was easily broken this morning.
After waking up from the bedroom, Jenkins glanced at his pocket watch, it was exactly six o'clock in the morning. He just took it as a normal day, took a shower and went downstairs with chocolate.
Julia, who had already prepared breakfast, immediately hid in the kitchen when she saw Jenkins. This is because of what happened last night. For unknown reasons, Hathaway encouraged Julia to knock on Jenkins' door for the second time, but without saying a second word to Jenkins, the maid rushed to out the bathroom.
Nothing happened afterwards, and Miss Hathaway leaned on the door to tease Jenkins about his bad luck. Then, in return for the lute, she entered the room and closed the door.
In short, it was a very normal morning, and Jenkins, who was reading the newspaper, did not find any interesting news. He ate breakfast slowly, fed the cat slowly, greeted the ladies at home, and went out.
The rain stopped yesterday evening, and thick fog once again surrounded the city, casting a layer of haze on people's good mood.
Before Jenkins walked out of St. George Street, he suddenly heard a carriage galloping from the opposite side. He stood sideways by the wall and tried to avoid it, but the carriage stopped urgently after passing Jenkins, and Jenkins even used [Empathy] to hear the horse insulting the driver in a very bad way.
"Jenkins, come up!"
Miss Windsor poked her head out of the carriage. Even in the early morning, she was well dressed, with light makeup on her face and smooth hair, but her expression was a little anxious.
"Good morning Miss Windsor, I'm going to my father, he said he has something to tell me today..."
"Father will forgive you, something serious happened!"
Her face disappeared from the side window of the carriage, and then appeared from the door, pulling Jenkins up involuntarily.
"What happened?"
"Tarkovin the Proud is dead."
"Huh? Who died? Tarquin? Wait, you mean, the king of Chesland died in Nolan?"
The Southland delegation lived in the city like the Northland delegation. Although Nolan's houses were in short supply recently, it was no problem to find a large house to entertain distinguished guests.
After Tarquin left the city hall yesterday evening, he returned directly to the mansion where he was staying as usual. After dealing with the official documents and having a secret meeting with the accompanying officials, he proceeded to dinner normally.
After dinner, I met the visiting nobles from Nolan, and took a bus to the Royal Opera House to watch a play. During this period, I met a prince from the Stuart family, but I only accepted the polite greeting from the other party. .
Tarquin went to bed at about eleven o'clock in the evening, since he was not accompanied by the queen on this visit, so he was alone in his bedroom. The servants didn't bother him at night. Seeing that the king was still awake at 6:30 this morning, the personal attendant knocked on the door and broke in after a delay, and found the king was dead.
Tarquin had been dead for a long time when he was discovered, even if time went back and Jenkins broke into the bedroom with his attendants this early morning, he would not be able to save him.
Although Cheslan urgently sealed off the house and asked Fiddlesticks to cooperate with the investigation, the news spread quickly, which made Miss Windsor rush to St. George's Avenue to find Jenkins.
Tarquin's death made it impossible for today's talks to continue. Not only that, when Jenkins and Miss Windsor were heading to the residence of Queen Isabella in a carriage, the police had almost blocked the entire downtown area of Nolan.
Miss Windsor didn't know how Tarquin died, and whether the cause of death had anything to do with the benefactor. But now that the police are on the streets, rather than nothing happening or the church appearing, it is very likely that no evidence related to the Giver has been found so far.
The two got out of the car at the gate of the house, and were allowed to enter the house after a stricter inspection than usual. Now the number of police officers and attendants in charge of security work near Queen Isabella's residence has more than tripled. It seems that she was also frightened by what happened this morning.
After seeing the old man, he didn't stop long. After gathering the dukes waiting here and Mr. Mayor, the motorcade formed by a group of people rushed to the city hall. On the tall steps in front of the city hall, Queen Isabella delivered a public speech to all the citizens for the first time since she came to Nolan.
She promised everyone that the murderer would be found as soon as possible, and that the perpetrators would be punished as they should. At the same time, he also expressed his condolences to Cheslan and promised to make compensation to the Arecio royal family.
At the same time, Salhi II on the other side also issued a statement in the house where he lived. It also condemned the murderer, denounced this incident, and promised to work with the Kingdom of Fidgetly to find the murderer who killed the king of the southern kingdom.
But this is the case. This afternoon, Jenkins was reading the police autopsy and the investigation report at the scene accompanied by Miss Windsor. The servant who hurried over handed a note to Miss Windsor. The latter's face changed drastically, and then he said to Jenkins:
"The eldest son of Tarquin, who is also the heir of Cheslan in law, announced in Turin an hour ago that the memorandum of the truce and surrender meeting signed by Tarquin is invalid, and Cheslan will invest all the power of the whole country to attack Fideticelli. , must avenge the dead king."
Jenkins put down the document paper in his hand, and threw the photo of Tarquin's corpse that he had acquired at a great price on the top of the document:
"It was announced so soon? No, how did they know about Tarquin's death? Isn't this too impatient? So, is the war about to start again?"
From the current investigation, it can be seen that Tarquin the Proud died of poisoning. It is not a rare toxin, but tetrodotoxin. Nolan is a coastal city with a well-developed fishing industry, and it is midsummer now, so this kind of toxin can be obtained very easily.
After investigating everyone around Tarquin last night, the poisoner was identified as the young chef in the kitchen. That was the Cheslan who came to Nolan with the Southland delegation, and he had already been trusted by Tarquin when he was in Turin.
After the discovery of the king's death, the young cook disappeared, and the city was locked down in the morning to find him. But this is just an ordinary person. Queen Isabella, who realized the possible consequences of this incident, personally visited the temporary residence of the Church of Fate in Nolan, and then found the chef through divination.
He too was dead, a suicide by poison, hidden in a fish warehouse in the Nolan Wharf area with a tank full of puffer fish.
Because Salhi II and Isabella invited the church to help at the same time, and the church was also unwilling to let the flames of war burn in the middle of the continent again, so they made an exception to participate in the investigation of this matter.
The fortunetellers of the Church of Destiny came to a conclusion before that day, that is, Tuesday night, that the last person to meet with the dead chef was Mr. Horace Luthor.
"This name seems familiar."
In the living room of Jenkins's house on St. George Street, he looked at the document and asked Miss Windsor suspiciously. Miss Windsor answered seriously:
"Have you really forgotten? This is the foreigner, who may inherit the throne if you don't show up."
Now that Jenkins remembered, he frowned, took the teacup from Julia and thanked him softly. After separating from Queen Isabella, who was eager to deal with major diplomatic issues in the afternoon, he returned to his home with Miss Windsor, and a steady stream of information was sent here from all over the place. What Jenkins has now is first-hand information.