"But why try to use Tarquin's soul to make a dummy with a similar face?"
Solved the enemy, Jenkins thought suspiciously. Carefully put the monster in his hand aside, then tested the breath of the woman who was tied to the table with his hand. She is still alive, but her breath is so weak that she cannot even be awakened.
Jenkins then healed her, looked around with the eyes of truth, and found no other givers, so he drew a piece of paper and wrote down the main information he had just talked with Tarkovin, and threw the paper on the woman. After leaving the gate of the warehouse, he put on the air bomb ring and slammed his hand against the air. The rumbling void exploded, causing the sound of exploding mountains to spread far in the silent night.
After whistling and calling out his unicorn to fly him into the sky, Jenkins was relieved after observing that the church gifter who heard the news appeared first, not the people from the tree house or the gear craftsman association. Yue Xia rode his mount and flew towards the city.
"It seems that I haven't called you for a while."
He crouched on the little beast's back, stroking its soft fur as it crossed over the city.
The unicorn let out a whimper, but its neck wasn't long enough to rub against Jenkins' hand with a twist of its head. Jenkins thought of the [Imperial Amber Stone] presented by the silver dragon lord Anastasia. Unfortunately, the growth cycle of unicorns is too long, and it will take hundreds of years at the earliest to make it wear that stone.
I got off the unicorn from the alley near the church, and after saying goodbye to him reluctantly, I wanted to return from the main entrance to explain that I was not missing. But quietly took a look in the distance, the church was not in turmoil, and no one seemed to notice the disappearance of the Son. So he carefully turned in from the side wall without touching the alarm. After entering the corridor, the people who saw him in the church did not show any strange expressions.
So Jenkins realized that no one had noticed that he was missing, and when he returned to Miss Bevanna's office, as soon as he opened the door, Chocolate rushed over.
"It's okay, am I coming back?"
He hugged his cat and said, gently patting the cat's little head. Then he looked suspiciously at the door of the office:
"How did you get in here?"
He ran to the strange place before opening the door, which had to be turned open by twisting the handle. Of course, it is impossible for someone else to push the chocolate away, otherwise someone will definitely find that Jenkins is missing.
"Meow~"
The cat was in Jenkins' arms without panic, squinting its eyes and rubbing its small head against his chest. Jenkins didn't ask any more when he saw this. Maybe it was Fenny who opened the door for the cat when he passed by, or maybe the cat got in through the window and closed the window by himself. In short, it's good that Chocolate wasn't scared because of his disappearance.
Sure enough, no one found out that Jenkins had disappeared for a while, so whether it was the news that the old woman was B-12-1-6213 [unintentional soul attractor] from the Church of Death half an hour later, or it was nearly At ten o'clock, there was no trace of the tree house found in Nolan's East End, which had nothing to do with Jenkins.
He bid farewell to Bishop Parode at ten o'clock and greeted the two demigods of the church before leaving. He happened to see Miss Windsor's carriage at the door of the church, so he didn't bother the church to arrange a carriage to take him, and took the cat directly into the carriage.
"Good evening, Miss Windsor."
"Good evening, Jenkins."
She looked a little tired, leaning against the side wall of the carriage. Besides her, there was also a maid and Miss Magic in the carriage. And behind this carriage, there were two accompanying carriages, inside of which were Miss Windsor's guards. After Tarquin was killed, most of Nolan's nobles strengthened their security.
"Why didn't you see Miss Yindi?"
Jenkins sat down and asked Miss Magic, who shrugged and refused to be polite to him:
"Our friend, the gentleman who has just returned from Turin, has a little problem, and Miss Silverpipe is here to help."
Since Miss Windsor was with another maid, she didn't directly say it was Mr. Black Cat. But this statement is tantamount to admitting that she knows that Williams may be Mr. Candle, but Jenkins doesn't care how much she guessed.
"What's the trouble?"
Putting the cat on the cushions beside the seat, Jenkins asked, leaning forward, resting his right elbow on his right leg.
"Just a little trouble, and our friends have gone to help him."
Miss Magic didn't want to say more, and Jenkins didn't ask much. He nodded, then sat up straight and put the cat, who was pawing the cushion with its head down, on his lap:
"Miss Windsor, have you encountered any problems? Why are you still waiting for me at the door of the church so late? It is best not to travel at night during this time, as there are more and more strange things in the dense fog."
"In the evening, His Majesty talked to me about some issues. She asked me if I would like to be king, but I refused."
said Miss Windsor.
"That's it, I see."
Jenkins nodded, glanced at Miss Magic and the maid who kept her mouth closed, and didn't care what she said. Miss Windsor sighed, feeling sad that Jenkins trusted others so much.
Jenkins asked again:
"A few days ago, it was said that it would be with the army..."
"It's already been discussed. It was negotiated on the day Tarkovin died. In a few days, after you finish working on the joint meeting of the Twelve Churches, I will organize a reception and invite your supporters to attend. Now The support we have received is almost the same, although the army is still lacking, but at least most of the veteran nobles support you."
"Well, this matter can't be dragged on for too long. In my opinion, Queen Isabella also knows that she can't stop me, so she keeps asking for conditions. She took a step back on Monday. I think as long as we can The reception created momentum, and she is likely to take another step back. Maybe she will take the initiative to give up the throne before we have a showdown in the end."
Jenkins made a little joke, and Miss Windsor smiled reservedly and then said:
"What about the church's investigation into Tarquin's death?"
"I got some clues about half an hour ago. His death may have been planned by himself, and the tree house seems to want to 'resurrect' Tarquin by some means."
"oh?"
Miss Windsor frowned. For a beautiful girl, such a gesture is also very beautiful:
"I really didn't expect such a result. I planned my own death... It seems that the king of the southern kingdom is not as incompetent as I imagined."
PS: Tomorrow will add more updates, more or less uncertain.