Telling Miss Windsor to stay in the hut on the ground and not to go down, Jenkins quickly jumped down to the basement. There are no lamps installed in the basement, only the candlesticks placed on the table provide light.
Miss Magic stood by the wall in some panic, her back was facing the candle, so the shadow covered the relatively fresh corpse in front of her, so fresh that Jenkins thought the death time might not exceed an hour.
At least from the face, it was the body of Miss Magic. There were no scars on the outside, but the heart had stopped beating. Although the aura in the delusion is mixed and the Eye of Reality is severely restricted, it is still possible to judge whether the gifter is dead at close range.
"It is indeed dead."
After squatting down, Jenkins checked and said, putting his hand on the other party's neck:
"I didn't feel the toxin, it's like... a curse?"
"Mr. Candle, please avoid it first, I want to confirm that this is really 'my' corpse."
Miss Magic said forcefully, she looked only surprised, not panicked, which was in stark contrast to Miss Windsor just now.
"Okay then, just call me if you need anything."
After speaking, he returned to the ground again from the basement, and briefly talked about the following situation with Miss Windsor. Miss Windsor looked worried, but Jenkins had faith in his friend.
It's just that Miss Magic took too long to check. Halfway through, Jenkins even asked twice about the following situation, and Miss Magic asked him to be patient.
After finally being allowed to enter the basement again, Jenkins noticed at a glance that the corpse was disheveled.
"oh?"
"Oh what?"
Miss Magic asked back, seeing Jenkins tilting his head and not speaking, he said:
"It's confirmed, it's definitely my body. I checked the cause of death and found traces of the curse. But it's not a regular curse. Have you heard of [Seven Days Rebirth]?"
"Of course I've heard of it."
The old elf encountered this strange curse some time ago, but this curse can be broken as long as he stays awake for 24 hours. So Jenkins had an idea:
"I thought of one thing. In the real world we live in, at the current point in time, the curse of the seven-day rebirth is indeed in Nolan, but it was encountered by one of my elders not long ago. Since this possibility, My fate has changed, so maybe the elder who should have encountered the curse of this strange thing did not, so it was met by 'you'."
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was reasonable. Without the foreign visitors, the probability of Jenkins meeting the old elf became very low. Moreover, if the two had never met before, then the old elf should have passed away a few months ago, and he could not have lived to the present time at all.
"But how did you die from this curse? Don't you know what it is? No, it doesn't seem to be the way to die after seven days of rebirth. You should be possessed by an evil spirit."
"So rebirth on the seventh day is only part of the cause of my death. I think there must be a reason for my death here. If we find out the reason, we will probably be able to leave this story."
Miss Magic said, she looked a little angry, angry that she died so easily.
Jenkins wanted to bury "Miss Magic" and then leave here and return to the city, which is not troublesome, but Miss Magic rejected this "friendly" proposal. She asked Jenkins to help move the body to the ground, got some dry firewood from a nearby forest, and set fire to the body herself.
"Okay, let's continue our investigation."
She watched herself being engulfed by the raging fire without changing her face, which made both Jenkins and Miss Windsor admire very much.
The dead Miss Magic did not leave a diary or letter next to the body. Although this is a good habit, it is a bit bad for the three of them now.
Fortunately, there are no clues, Miss Magic knows herself very well. She handled the fire in a special way to ensure that all the bodies were burned to ashes, and in the ashes, she found a copper pipe.
"Can I ask, where do you hide this in your body?"
Jenkins couldn't help asking curiously, and then Miss Windsor couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder. The world of possibilities this time has little to do with Miss Windsor. Her spirit seems to be much better. If it is not for the environmental influence of the time in the strange world, maybe even her complexion can completely return to normal.
"here."
She pointed to the position below her ribs:
"I know a very good female surgeon. After the operation, it is not difficult to find a way to make the wound heal quickly for some money on the black market."
"That's it, it's really good."
Jenkins sighed, and then asked Miss Windsor:
"Why did you shoot me?"
Seeing that his face was normal, he didn't want to deliberately make fun of himself. Miss Windsor suppressed her blushing and turned away, refusing to answer the question.
Inside the brass tube is a letter written by Miss Magic to her friends in other places, that is, the believers of the gods of rituals. The letter mentions that she wants her friends to help her avenge her.
[Queen Isabella killed me, or at least she planned it. I don't know how she circumvented the restrictions of the Tower Protocol, but anyway, she hired me as an occult consultant and put me to death after I discovered a secret. I can't reveal that secret, but avenge me if you can.]
"Our church is very united. Even though we don't see each other once or twice a year, we trust and respect each other."
Miss Magic explained to employers and friends, and held the letter in her hand:
"Come on, now we have a clue."
"Wait, I don't understand, how did you get involved with Queen Isabella?"
"Since no Miss Windsor hired me as a mystic consultant, I can naturally find other clients."
Miss Magic said, Jenkins looked at Miss Windsor:
"I'm fine. No matter what His Majesty does, I won't be so gaffe again."
Having said that, everyone could see that she was once again surprised by the murder committed by her respected elder.
Knowing that Queen Isabella is involved with the forces of the Giver this time, he should be more cautious when "visiting" her than when visiting Queen Windsor.
But at least the opponent was not the well-organized team of the Bestowers of the Orthodox Church, so although it was a bit risky, the three of them blocked her in the mansion where she was staying in the end.
It is still the familiar study room, but the protagonist has changed.
Jenkins closed the door gently, and saw the old Isabella sitting behind the desk wearing a crown, looking at the three of them nervously. She looked older than the real world, whether it was from too much stress or something else.
She held an uncapped fountain pen with her left hand hanging down, but Miss Windsor immediately pointed out that she wanted to take out the pistol in the drawer.
"It's useless, we are all givers, even if you hide a steam cannon in the room, it's useless."
Jenkins knocked on the desk while talking, but it was still just a simple technique of controlling the spirit, which made the wooden desk active again, completely eliminating the possibility of the drawer being opened.
Queen Isabella did not speak, nor did she inquire about the identities of the three, and looked at the three with her lips pursed. So Jenkins continued:
"I'm not being polite. We are here to find out the cause of a friend's death. You should know this lady, right?"
He took out the black-and-white photo of Miss Magic from his pocket and put it on the table, and pushed it towards Queen Isabella. Miss Magic looked at him in surprise.
"I do not know her."
The old man said in a cold voice:
"If it's just for this kind of problem, I..."
"We found the letter she left, so you don't have to tell a lie. Did you ask someone to kill her?"
"no."
Still a lie, totally unexpected.
When dealing with Queen Windsor, considering that Miss Windsor is by his side, and that the other party may be persuaded, Jenkins did not use violence, but when dealing with Queen Isabella, Jenkins knew very well that it would definitely not work without some means.
"That's right."
He coughed and signaled the other party to pay attention to him and listen to the speech:
"I'm actually an orthodox descendant of the Middleton family, and I'm the heir you have chosen to inherit the kingdom of Fidgetli. Think carefully, do you have a better choice than me now? So, you should trust me, I He is someone worthy of your trust, you can tell me all the secrets with peace of mind, yes, all the secrets."
This passage is half-truth and half-false, but in fact it has been mixed with the use of the priesthood of lies. No matter where it is, the ability attached to the priesthood is always the highest priority power. Therefore, although in the eyes of Miss Magic and Miss Windsor, his companion just said something superfluous that shouldn't be said, Queen Isabella immediately replied:
"Well, I understand. I admit that I killed her."
Jenkins turned his head and smiled reservedly at the two women, expressing his pleasure that things were going well. But seeing that Miss Windsor's complexion became ugly again, he presumably expected what he would hear next.
"Then why did you kill her?"
"She found out my secret."
"What secret?"
"I have an illegitimate daughter."
Jenkins was glad that no one was drinking tea at this time, otherwise someone would definitely spit the tea out of his mouth out of surprise.
"Sorry, illegitimate daughter?"
Jenkins looked at the other party. Queen Isabella's age did not seem to be able to continue to have children.
"Sir, I don't know what bad things you're thinking about. No, didn't you notice the tense of that sentence just now? My daughter, Jessica, is in her 20s this year."
She spoke to Jenkins with raised eyebrows, looking somewhat annoyed.
"Jessica?"
Jenkins also raised his eyebrows, which is also Miss Windsor's name. In this world without Miss Windsor, there is still a Jessica beside Queen Isabella, which may represent some kind of inevitability.
PS: Among the possibilities without Jenkins and Miss Magic, will there be them with the same name to take their place? No, Jessica Windsor with the same name and a different person appeared because Queen Isabella needed such a young lady by her side, but Jenkins and Miss Magic did not have such a fate, so their "eponymous variants" would not appear ".