He lowered his head and looked at his feet, because this is a house specially arranged for foreign kings. Even the basement is covered with floors. Jenkins stepped on it, and the overly bright warm yellow wooden floor could even vaguely reflect his look.
"No problem, I will succeed."
He whispered, and then heard an explosion from above his head.
"Meow?"
The cat, whose head turned as Jenkins moved, turned its head, and then rushed to Jenkins' feet belatedly, preventing Jenkins from running too fast and dropping it here.
The corners of Jenkins' mouth trembled, a little annoyed at the untimely explosion. But he failed to see the aura of the bestower, it seems that the explosion just now was not done by the bestower.
When returning from the basement to the first floor, I met a group of guards who were in a hurry to go out. The guards immediately escorted Jenkins into the basement with the three royals who remained in the house, Dolores and her two older sisters.
There were not many Stuarts who lived in the mansion with Salhi II. After all, it was rare to go abroad, and no one wanted to be unable to enjoy themselves under the care of their father, especially when it was confirmed that they would not be the heir. Now Salhi II took the eldest princess to the city hall, leaving only Dolores and the other two princesses who had nothing to do.
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins grabbed Dolores' hand and asked. The group had already moved to the basement. Stuart's royal guards, the guards specially sent by Fiddlesticks, and the church team were on guard at the basement door.
"Steam bomb."
Dolores said, looking at the ceremony on the ground that was used to summon the coachman:
"Has the teacher not come back yet?"
"You wait for her here, I'll go up to see the situation."
He gave Dolores all the two ice chess pieces that could be taken out of the North Country, and after talking to the people at the door, he was allowed to leave.
Touching the cat on his shoulder, Jenkins walked out of the gate and saw that the pool that was originally located between the entrance of the mansion and the entrance of the courtyard had been torn apart, and even spread to the surrounding floor tiles and grass.
More than 30 policemen with short guns stood guard at the gate of the courtyard. On the street further away, the carriages of the police department had already blocked the intersection.
Jenkins stopped at the door and saw a man wearing a dark gray coat on a hot summer morning, being pushed down by three burly police officers in a cloakroom across the road.
The attack had nothing to do with the benefactor, and the man who was successfully arrested also admitted that there was no organization behind him, and that this was just an attack planned and carried out by him personally.
As for the reason for the attack, it is very simple. About 13 years ago, a low-intensity contact war broke out between the Kingdom of Fidiktli and the Kingdom of Hampavo on the border of the northern mountains.
Although the intensity was low, it eventually caused casualties. Among them, the younger brother of the man died in that border battle. Although the incident quickly ended with the reconciliation between the two countries, the dead will not be resurrected because of this, and even if they receive war pensions, they will not let those who left go back.
Some people are able to accept the loss of a loved one, but others cannot. An unacceptable thing has been buried in the heart for many years, and unimaginable emotions can easily erupt, which drives some unimaginable actions.
Like dropping steam bombs on the mansions of foreign kings visiting their country.
This was big news enough to spread around the world within a day. Fortunately, the steam bomb did not cause casualties except for destroying the viewing fountain in the courtyard and breaking most of the glass windows on the front of the mansion.
Jenkins returned to the basement after confirming that there would be no follow-up. Dolores and the other two princesses could also come out, but Alexia still did not come back.
The understanding Dolores directed the servants to bring chairs and tables, and prepared snacks for the cat, so that the two of them could wait slowly.
It was almost noon when the carriage carried Alexia back to the basement. Jenkins was lying on the table and yawning, thinking about what he should do if an accident happened tomorrow. Chocolate used his paws to grab the empty plate, as if hoping that the plate could conjure food out of thin air.
The black mist appeared first, and then the sound of the carriage stopping appeared in the black mist.
Jenkins grabbed the cat and got up to greet him. After Alexia jumped out of the carriage, the coachman took off his hat and saluted Jenkins before leaving.
"Why did you come back? I thought something happened."
He hugged Alexia, and when he turned around, his eyes swept over the silver plate on the table that could be used as a mirror, and then he explained what happened underground.
[A4-type arithmetic auxiliary external machine] did not defect, nor did it sell Jenkins and Alexia to the difference engine, it really helped the calculation and divination underground diligently.
It calculated a lot of things in this short week, and Alexia stayed for a few hours after getting the information in order to obtain the algorithm used by the other party to calculate these results.
The short lady returned Jenkins' hug warmly, this time saying:
"First of all, its calculations finally confirmed that the metal tower really only has nine floors, which is consistent with our previous thinking. It tries to calculate the time when the next few towers will appear based on the dates of the previous tower rises .A week after the last time, it has some results, which are compared with the towers raised this week, and it is found that the error of its calculation results is very small and very reliable."
"So when will the 7th, 8th, and 9th floor towers appear?"
"The further back the time is, the greater the error will be. The seventh layer will appear after this weekend, the eighth layer will appear around 3 next week, and the ninth layer is hard to say. The machine told me that the ninth layer should be the entire inverse It is impossible to speculate that the core in the core of the Ceremony of the Destiny is suitable for the ninth floor to be exposed to the ground, and it is related to the plan of the difference engine itself."
Alexia said, and Jenkins nodded:
"That is to say, from next Wednesday onwards, every day may be the day of the final battle?"
"Yes."
He took a breath and left the basement while talking to the short lady:
"Also, the deduction about the Rebel Ritual has made a lot of progress. Last time you told me that one of the Windsors you brought out from the Paradise mentioned that the difference engine in that possibility is also Collecting human brains and brainstem specimens, but for the sake of the Paradise. This news is very useful, so [A4-type arithmetic auxiliary external machine] also said that there is more than 70% possibility that the Rebel Ritual will be related to the Paradise.”