Too many things happened in the speech at the city hall in the morning. The important personnel who participated in this speech should have been interviewed by reporters after the speech, or at least expressed their public views.
But with the exception of Cheslan's young heir, neither Queen Isabella nor Salhi II have been seen in public. So Jenkins and his family didn't know where to look for Queen Isabella after having lunch.
Later, it was Jessica who got the information that Queen Isabella was not going to participate in the afternoon meeting. After leaving the city hall at noon, she did not return to the mansion where she lived, but went to Martel Racecourse.
Jenkins has been to a place called "Matel Racecourse" in Nolan and Shire. Among them, Nolan's Martel Racecourse is the residence of the circus that gained powerful power through the mirror world in winter.
After the circus fled to the Mirror Realm, Martel Racecourse became the only stable channel to the Mirror Realm in the material world for a short time. Later, Jenkins and three friends experienced an adventure in the mirror world. Together with Sigrid, they defeated the nameless horror that woke up from the depths of the mirror world, and got a calamity black stone. The original god of lies also came to remind him that the black stone must be kept properly, but Jenkins lost it in the past Black Town, which led to the awakening of the beast of disaster that was originally sealed by the savior.
But these are not important. The important thing is that after Jenkins' adventure in the mirror world, the church realized the danger of the mirror world and permanently closed the passage.
After the incident, the Mattel Racecourse returned to calm. In the spring when the ice and snow melt, the forage grows like in previous years. In the summer, the daily horse racing and the horse riding venues for the nobles are also open as in the past every year.
It is impossible to ride a horse at Queen Isabella's age, even if she is ten years younger, she is already past the age of riding a horse. As for horse racing, whether it is Jessica, Miss J or Miss Windsor, it is very clear that Queen Isabella has no habit of watching horse racing.
So she went to the racecourse, most likely just to find a place to relax, or to meet important people. And no matter what she was going to do, Jenkins had to go there to understand.
In order to prevent accidents, for example, Queen Isabella actually met with people from the Gear Craftsmanship Association and even the tree house. Jenkins also specially notified the church, and spent a lot of time deploying defenses near the Martel Racecourse to ensure that even if the difference engine body appeared , Nolan can immediately launch the most powerful combat power.
At the same time, before leaving the city, he deliberately found Marquis Mihail and Count Hessa and explained what he wanted to do.
Two naval figures expressed great support for his choice. Today's original purpose was to obtain the throne, but what is actually obtained now is the right of succession. The right of inheritance does not take effect immediately, and anything can happen before it takes effect.
Therefore, in order not to waste today's arrangement, the two navy ministers actually hoped that Jenkins could continue to act and not be blinded by the illusory promises he got.
As for explaining the city hall to other nobles and officials who supported Jenkins, let Jessica arrange it, and he doesn't have to appear in person. The three Jessica Windsors are very good helpers. He simply can't imagine how he would be able to gain power and take responsibility without such helpers.
The area near Norland that is suitable as a horse farm is only the plains south of the city. Not only is the terrain flat here, but the abundant precipitation brought by the ocean monsoon is also greatly conducive to the growth of pastures.
The residual heat of midsummer has not yet passed. It is now the 21st day of July, and in August, according to Nolan's climate in previous years, it is already considered the end of summer.
Now the whole world has fallen into an era shrouded in dense fog. Even if the fog does not completely cover the sky, the reduced amount of sunlight has already brought some imperceptible effects.
Jenkins came around the horse farm in a four-wheeled carriage, which was next to the estate of its owner, the Martel family, and the entrance of the carriage was the entrance of the estate.
The attendants at the door stopped the carriage, and after seeing Jenkins' face, they let it go immediately. Jenkins did not ask them about the whereabouts of Queen Isabella, but directly asked the coachman to drive him to the manor's mansion, where he saw Earl Martel waiting there.
The Martells are a long-established family native to Nolan, dating almost as far back as the founding of Fidgetly. However, unlike the political orientation of most nobles and officials in Nolan, Earl Martel is an extremely loyal Queen's faction.
According to Jenkins' investigation, this seems to be related to the relationship between the previous earl and Queen Isabella. Miss J clearly pointed out that the actual situation is that the Earl of this generation is the lover of Queen Isabella, at least in her world.
Earl Martel is 49 years old, a very muscular middle-aged man. Of course, according to the standards of this world, this can already be regarded as an elderly person. In his short hair, white hair has taken up a considerable amount, but at least it doesn't look like there are many wrinkles on his face, and overall he is quite capable and energetic.
"Viscount William, welcome."
He took Jenkins' hand enthusiastically, but his eyes looked inquiringly at the carriage behind Jenkins.
"I'm the only one in the carriage."
With that said, the coachman drove and prepared to leave. The gravel road in front of the mansion was quite flat and spacious, but no U-turn was allowed here. The servant behind the count directed the coachman to make a detour along the side road for half a circle to leave the manor.
"Viscount, I just heard about what happened in the city hall this morning. Your speech was quite good. Of course, on behalf of the Martel family, I sincerely congratulate you on becoming His Majesty's successor. I think this is the best result. .”
As he spoke, he wanted to lead Jenkins into the house.
"No need."
He lifted the cat in his arms up, chocolate nimbly rubbed against Jenkins' clothes twice, and then jumped onto his shoulder. He stood still, and the count realized that the guest hadn't moved after taking two steps, so he turned his head and asked:
"So you're here to see the races? Well, you're lucky that today is..."
"I have come to see His Majesty."
"His Majesty?"
"No, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure about that."
"Yes, yes, you know."
Earl Martel took out the handkerchief in the breast pocket of his jacket and wiped the sweat off his face:
"So you want to see His Majesty now?"
"If you're trying to waste my time here, then forgive me for walking around here."
"Okay then, please follow me, this way."
Although it is the Queen's faction, it did not stop Jenkins forcefully. After all, Marquis Martel didn't understand what happened between Jenkins and Queen Isabella at all.
The earl and the servants led Jenkins to walk along the road on the left side of the mansion. After a while, they heard the sound of people coming from the racetrack. The key to horse racing is not watching, but betting, in other words, betting on horses.
Queen Isabella was not at the racecourse. After passing by the racecourse, the servants brought a few horses, and the count signaled Jenkins to choose one. It seemed that the road ahead was a bit long.
The corner of Jenkins' mouth moved. He didn't know how to ride a horse at all. Whether it was the skeleton horse in the past or his own unicorn, in essence, they carried Jenkins to walk or run, not Jenkins riding his own mount.
Hathaway said last winter that she would teach Jenkins how to ride a horse in the spring. But Jenkins had been in Loen all spring, and at that time, Loen was still covered with heavy snow, and there was no place suitable for practicing horse riding. Therefore, Jenkins had never received horse riding training in the year since he came to this world.
It would be too embarrassing to ask for a carriage now, so Jenkins used another method.
He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the maroon horse closest to him. Under the effect of his synaesthesia, the latter walked up to Jenkins very docilely, and even lowered his body slightly so that Jenkins could step on it.
"Your vision is really good. This horse is the famous 'Red Rose Cantarella' at the racecourse. If you like it, you can..."
"No, please be kind. I don't usually ride horses."
Jenkins said as he stroked the bay horse to make sure it wouldn't get out of hand and throw him.
The equestrian skills of the count and the two servants were quite good. Although Jenkins was a little nervous, but because his speed was not fast and he didn't need to gallop like a horse race, it was not seen that he actually didn't know how to ride a horse.
When I saw Queen Isabella, she was in the east of the racecourse, an area specially designated for local nobles. Under the parasol, she was sitting at a small white round table, and beside the table were three other countesses, including Duke Madeleine. The combined age of these four people is almost 300 years old, which seems like a normal old lady's party.
Out of courtesy, the four riders dismounted at a place far away from here and walked here on foot. In the racecourse, Jenkins saw the Duke of Rochester wearing a bright red formal attire, and three nobles with different names from Jenkins, riding horses and galloping on the grass.
The four chatting ladies noticed Jenkins coming with the earl, and three of them stood up, only Queen Isabella was still sitting there.
The earl didn't want to get involved in this matter, so after attracting Jenkins, he told the servants to serve the guests carefully, then turned and left. After getting the permission of Queen Isabella, the three countess also found an excuse to go to the small western-style building not far away for rest.
Jenkins then went to sit under the umbrella at the round white table. The chocolate on the shoulder glanced at the snacks on the table but remained indifferent, as if he was not interested at all. It won't eat what's left over from someone else, of course, it doesn't matter if it's left over from Jenkins.