In fact, Dolores herself did not know about her great-grandfather, because even her family seldom talked about this ancestor. He could be called a good king, but he doesn't seem to be a good father.
Court gossip was one of the favorite things to talk about, and there were especially many rumors about Ensidor Stuart. The best-known story is about nearly a century ago, before he became king.
The chaotic palace conspiracy, the rain of fire from the sky, the screams in the depths of the dungeon...
"Of course it's okay, it's not a very troublesome thing."
Dolores took the paper and handed it to Julia, who folded it in the waistband of her petticoat.
Alexia hadn't seen Pop, at least Jenkins didn't think she had. But she thinks that longevity is not uncommon for the bestowers, even if the old man is not a high-level bestower, he probably has the secret medicine or ability to prolong life.
Of note is Pop's relationship with the Stuart family.
"Maybe Jenkins' teacher is a relative of Dolores's."
As she spoke, she looked at Miss Stuart, who lowered her head a little blushing.
But this kind of conjecture is wrong. Dad mentioned that when he was young, he came to Loen only for a long-term mission of the church.
Considering that Miss Stuart is not suitable for those things that are too scary, the interrogation of the vampires was conducted by Jenkins and Alexia in her residence.
Although there was no Mystic cooperation this time, which made things a little more complicated, Alexia was completely different from when she left Nolan City.
It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning, when Chocolat was sleeping soundly in front of the fireplace, that Jenkins barely figured out what he wanted to know.
"That mirror is indeed a mirror of omniscience, but I didn't expect that the blood-sucking species and the followers of those evil gods really had a short-term cooperation."
He took the initiative to disclose the general situation of the "undead" incident to Alexia, and focused on the attack under the tree. The woman listened to everything with a smile, but did not show surprise.
The vampire caught by them revealed that during a brief cooperation with another group, the mirror was briefly loaned out and asked a question:
[What actions should be taken now to maximize the success rate of plan implementation?]
The answer is to find a way to go to an inexplicable place on an inexplicable date and assassinate an inexplicable person.
But at least this time the mirror's answer is correct. If they really succeeded in killing the curious writer under the ancient trees in the evergreen forest, then there will be no incidents of channeling in the wrong place afterwards.
Although he hasn't asked the captured vampire about [True Phantom], he has explained the key to the "savior game" at the end of the era. And the most important information is how to acquire the ability. This special ability will appear at the end of each era, and the recipient will automatically become a candidate for the savior.
Most of them are natural gifts, and a small part can be learned through ability. But by the Eighteenth Era, most could be learned.
Among them, the ability to save the world corresponding to the red fighting system—such as twin demons, is the only type of qualification that can be transferred. This emblem transfers the host through killing, which is why Jenkins gained the ability after killing the twin demons. But at that time, they hadn't completed the last step, so the [Twin Demon] didn't show any particularity at the beginning, and it didn't really take shape until Jenkins defeated another competitor head-on.
And the ability to save the world classified as the white basic system—such as undead, if it is obtained through rituals rather than world gifts, then the rituals held must be recognized rituals. In other words, the reason for obtaining the emblem is that you already have the ability recognized by the world, rather than obtaining the emblem through obtaining the ability.
These are two different causal relationships, which Jenkins has already vaguely understood.
And for divine abilities like [True Illusion], the process of obtaining them through rituals must be related to gods. The mirror was very vague about this point, and even the vampires didn't know if it knew everything.
That's all the current information, and when Jenkins wanted to know more about the different world [Blood Fortress] and even the corresponding great master, the person who was arrested in front of him suddenly roared, and then the entire projected body quickly gasified.
Alexia didn't have time to stop Jenkins' question, so she pulled him aside.
"Don't ask such questions casually."
She warned softly.
The strong wind caused the curtains to float up and fly wantonly, a strange red light beam was cast from the void, shot into the window, wrapped the naked soul, and then pulverized it bit by bit.
Chocolat yawned with one eye open, twisted his waist and changed his posture, Jenkins and Alexia froze for a long time, not daring to move.
"Sorry, I was reckless... I think I finally understand why those who know the secret of the [Master] always look like 'I know but I dare not say'."
Jenkins, who was severely intimidated, had to return to Nolan City. He had another rather unpleasant dream tonight, in which he silently saw the figure of Mr. Benz gradually disappearing, and the person who led him into the darkness turned out to be an acquaintance—Mr. Augustus.
He was wearing a shabby black robe with a hood, and gray mist was wrapped around his body. But in the dream, neither of the two people who were far away seemed to be able to see the bystander, and they gradually fell into the darkness deep in the dream.
"What the hell is going on with me?"
He woke up rubbing his sore temples, suspecting that he had been under too much pressure lately. Wake up the cat on the sidelines and get ready for a bad Wednesday.
Even for Jenkins, getting just two hours of sleep at night can lead to headaches and low energy the next day. Fortunately, Dad thought he was still affected by what happened last night, so it wasn't surprising.
After being promoted to the second level long ago, Jenkins no longer felt uncomfortable when copying the tadpole text on the black-and-white photo stele. Today, perhaps because of his poor mental state, he felt dizzy when holding a pen, and the feeling of dizziness became more and more obvious later.
After finally copying and putting away the pen and paper, I put my arms on the counter and fell asleep after a while.
The old man who was sitting in front of the fireplace reading the newspaper looked up at him, and then turned the newspaper to the next page. The ball of chocolate, black and white, also looked at Jenkins, stood up and got off the cushion, and then lay down next to his head again.