Jenkins also thought about making a few wounds to the ignorant young people before winning, but he also considered that he was bullying people, and doing so would damage the image of a great writer and might affect the sales of the next book, so He won simply and neatly.
It's not that his swordsmanship is superb, he just learned the most basic moves from Miss Stuart. The increase in the level of the bestower makes the body's flexibility and reaction speed extremely strong... Moreover, the opponent is really too weak.
There is no need to continue the banquet to such an extent. Most of the onlookers felt unsatisfied. They thought it would be the kind of evenly matched duel that was rumored to come and go.
But most of the ladies feel that this is already very good, and a gentlemanly and elegant duel needs to be handsome enough. Not to mention the losers who feel their lives have been bleak, the ladies screamed loudly as Jenkins tried to pass through the crowd, and kept stuffing their handkerchiefs, silk gloves, lipstick and even earrings into his hands.
When Jenkins finally reunited with his cat and walked out of the banquet hall on his own, he had more property in his hands than he had earned from selling illegal potions.
"Do I need to give them back these?"
he asked troubled.
Miss Windsor did not deal with the mess, but sent Jenkins to the carriage herself. She shook her head slightly, thought for a while, and took off the ruby earring on her right and handed it to him.
"What on earth does that mean?"
With such questions in mind, the carriage took the writer on a long journey. Miss Windsor stood there with her lips pursed, and soon another carriage came from the corner of the street and stopped in front of her.
Duke Douglas Gerald had already stepped out of the carriage with a worried expression on his face.
"You are late."
"The Baron..."
"He's okay, and he got the win."
"That's good, otherwise I won't have the face to meet the Queen. This matter must not end like this, just wait!"
The old man slammed his cane to the ground.
Jenkins didn't care much about defeating an ordinary person in a duel, he just hoped that this kind of thing would never happen to him in the future.
No matter how you think about this matter, it is clear that someone must have instigated that young man who does not know the heights of the sky and the earth. But no matter what the reason behind the man is, he will not end well.
The news from the church is naturally very well-informed. When Jenkins returned to the palace where he lived with the yawning cat in his arms, Bishop Strick was already waiting for him.
"I'm sorry, St. William, to make you encounter such a dirty thing in Beldyran."
That's what the gentleman always called Jenkins when there were no outsiders.
"It's not your fault. The sages teach us to be humble, but that doesn't mean we have to put other people's faults on ourselves."
As he spoke, he drew a holy emblem on his chest:
"But I don't think I should be disturbed by other people during my weekends in Beldyran."
"Of course, you will be able to spend a good weekend here. I wish you sweet dreams!"
"I wish you a sweet dream too."
He nodded with a smile, then walked back to his bedroom.
Living here has many advantages, the most important of which is that it is almost impossible for outsiders to invade, but if the people living inside want to sneak out, then as long as they have a patrol schedule, a road map, and a certain Good skill, then there is no problem.
Jenkins took a nap, and came to the city with Chocolate and the Ouija board. The room where Boss Higgins' body was kept showed no signs of being invaded, and the hair was still there.
Since the time of death was very close, and there were both corpses and the place of death, the Ouija board played its role almost as soon as the name was written.
The eyes of the four figurines shimmered, and then they neatly turned to where the ghost appeared. Jenkins had only recently discovered that their purpose was to detect the location of channeled spirits, but that wasn't of much use to him, who had the Eye of Truth.
"I wonder, why are you looking for this mask?"
He posed the question again.
"Mr. Sheed told me to look for it."
The transparent spirit body replied with a dull voice.
"Who is Mr. Heed?"
"My guide is he who brought me into the world of the bestower."
Jenkins nodded, so the dead man in front of him was just a pawn of the giver, no wonder he was only at the first level at this age.
"Tell me everything you know about Mr. Heed."
"I met Mr. Sheed in the fall of 7 years ago..."
I don't know if it's because he is the bestower, or because his soul is powerful. His soul's ability to resist the black mist is stronger than all the spirit bodies in the past, so he can tell more information.
At least before Jenkins smashed his soul, he already knew that the so-called "Mr. Sid" was not a benefactor who was often active in Beldyland. He usually contacted Higgins once every few months and assigned him tasks. And the payment - occult knowledge.
This person never reveals his true face, and his voice is also false. This time I met Higgins a week ago, and asked to go directly to the old place to meet him after getting the mask.
Higgins does not know the specific strength of the mysterious Mr. Sid, but knows some of his commonly used code names. One of them is "Birth of the Dagger", because his soul symbol is what the dagger looks like.
"Oh, I seem to have heard of this person somewhere."
It wasn't like, it took Jenkins a long time to remember that he had inadvertently stumbled into Mr. Hood's party after he and Barnard had gone through the first treachery together. And the person who escaped from the party was born with a dagger-shaped soul emblem.
"I didn't expect that we would meet by fate."
He waved his hand and burned the body with flames. After patiently dealing with the traces of the scene, he returned to the church pretending to be tired.
The news of the public duel between the two noble youths was not known to the public. Although there are some messages in the city, they are all specious information. Although people are keen on the gossip among the nobles, the plague that broke out in the city of Nolan in the kingdom is the most important news right now.
Someone was deliberately suppressing the spread of the duel that night, and those who knew the reason had no time to worry about who was doing it. The newly promoted Baron William is definitely not without any background. An inexplicable storm is taking shape, and anyone with a little sensitivity can feel this.