"You look troubled."
Alexia pointed it out, and Jenkins didn't hide his thoughts.
"... yes, I think so."
He almost covered his forehead and groaned. Compared with the unknown skull sword, the family banquet at the end of the month was the most distressing thing for him.
The distant west coast of Nolan has already reached the beginning of spring, while Loen in the northern country is still covered in silver. The outdoor temperature is very low at night, and most of the roads are covered with snow. Spring here is still far away, and the bad weather will probably last until April or even May.
Tonight, the group of four did not stay in the study to chat, but left the palace on time. The heavily guarded palace complex may be a dangerous maze to others, but under Julia's guidance, Miss Stuart even gave Jenkins a tour of her father, King Salsi II's daily work study.
Jenkins had to admit that the study was very nicely furnished.
The air here is very good, and you can see the vast starry sky when you look up.
With a bright moon in the sky and a river of stars hanging in the sky, a group of four people galloped along the small roads in the city in a carriage, leaving only two parallel ruts, but they were soon covered by heavy snow again.
Tonight is not a peaceful night. After moving away from the core area of the city centered on the hillside where the palace complex is located, some noisy voices gradually entered the ears.
Jenkins initially thought there were groups of drunks rioting in the street, but soon heard gunshots in the sound.
As the carriage continued to move forward, the collision of cold weapons, men's roars and sporadic gunfire became more and more obvious, which made Jenkins begin to suspect that there was a rebellion in the city.
"No, it's just gangster fire."
Julia explained in a low voice, seeing that Jenkins still didn't understand, she added:
"The 'Skoll Vipers' of the Lower Town and the thugs from the Stonemasons Guild are fighting for territory. Winter is over in two months, and they're vying for control around the train station."
Although the development of the steam industry is enough to allow steam trains to gallop in the ice and snow of the Northland, for safety reasons, the number of trains in the Northland in winter is much less than that in summer.
"Of course, this is only the superficial reason... In fact, it is His Highness's people who are fighting against the eleventh prince's people."
"Eleventh Prince... As I remember, he seemed to be just a 13-year-old child."
"In our country, thirteen years old can already be considered an adult. After all, some people have become fathers at this age."
Julia patiently explained, and finally concluded:
"This is not a big deal. His Highness Howard Stuart is too young. He was not ready to fight for the crown, so he rashly joined the 'war'. His Highness just wanted to teach him a little lesson, And get some intel from him..."
While Julia was explaining, Miss Stuart tried her best not to show that proud expression. But she couldn't help but observe Jenkins' expression, that squinting peeping look, which made Jenkins want to hit the chocolate and refuse to admit it after eating something.
"Do you need my help?"
"We're just spectators."
Alexia reminded.
The carriage carried four people through the streets and alleys. Although there were occasional chasers running around, no one approached this luxurious carriage. Jenkins didn't know whether those people were afraid of the owner of the carriage or the huge escort team following the carriage, but it didn't matter.
Although Howard Stuart is only 13 years old, unlike his sisters, he has already obtained the qualifications to move out. The young prince's residence was in a quiet neighborhood on the edge of the commercial street, but it wasn't quiet at all tonight.
When Jenkins jumped out of the carriage with the obviously emotional cat, houses and trees were burning on both sides of the luxurious small estate.
The light of the flames reflected on the ground, making the face of the snow turn red. Crackling wood burning and dangerous flames licking around should never be in a city.
The door of the manor has been opened, and messy footprints are printed on the ground at the door. Apart from the footprints, the most conspicuous ones were the bodies being dragged and the blood-stained ground. After the carriage stopped, most people bowed to Miss Stuart.
"How is it going?"
Julia asked, and the only woman who was not busy at the gate of the manor immediately ran forward:
"Our people have already entered the building, but the Eleventh Prince has some special people who are currently trapped in the banquet hall on the second floor. Do you need to..."
"No need, His Highness will solve it himself."
said Julia, and looked back at Miss Stuart. The third princess nodded, approving her decision, and then waved her hand to the side. The extremely cold air gushed out from her cuffs, freezing the entire burning house.
"Don't start a fire."
She warned, and those who stood were in instant admiration.
Jenkins thought this sentiment was abnormal, and he only occasionally noticed it in the church's rare fanatics. This should be the so-called charisma of personality. Jenkins, who is good at fighting alone and is a whole [Cult of Lies] by himself, admires this ability very much.
Miss Stuart's hands were trembling, it was impossible to freeze an entire house in an instant with her ability. She probably used some kind of strange ritual or item, which made her a little weak, but it didn't look dangerous.
The battle in the manor was not completely over. Walking on the gravel path leading to the main building, Jenkins couldn't help but be speechless at the tragic scene. He wanted to cover Chocolate's eyes to prevent it from seeing the bloody scene, but the cat had already jumped on top of the man's head, looking sullen.
Under the light of fire and blood, a group of people entered the interior of the manor. The indoor scene was even more terrifying, especially the hallway and the grand staircase stared at by huge portraits, which were almost completely stained black with blood.
Meat hangs from the handles of the metal stairs, and statues of cherubs are covered in gore, looking more like demons. Only three oil paintings hanging on the wall survived, and all the others fell on the stairs or the floor. Jenkins felt that he saw not the paintings being destroyed, but stacks of crowns being burned by flames.
The more you go up, the more you can feel that the battle is still going on. When passing by the platform on the second floor, there was even a young man with a broken left hand who rushed towards the crowd with a dagger, but was immediately beaten into a sieve by the guards around the group with pistols.