In the corridor on the second floor of the small manor, the smell of blood already made people hold their noses. The cat above the head was so suffocated by the smell that he had to temporarily compromise with Jenkins, hiding in his coat and refusing to come out.
From a distance, I could see the two doors lying horizontally in the center of the corridor, and when I approached, I could still hear the roaring and roaring in the banquet hall.
Jenkins and Alexia looked at each other, and the man reminded in a low voice:
"Two bestowers, level 2 and level 4. The level 4 one is weird and has a lot of magical powers. It may be related to cults."
Level 4 benefactors can already be regarded as high-level benefactors. Even if a character of this level wants to seek refuge with secular forces, he will definitely not choose a 13-year-old prince who is not a popular prince.
Alexia understood what Jenkins meant, and took a step forward to stand in front of Miss Stuart, but was rejected by Her Royal Highness.
"Don't worry, teacher, I will take care of all this."
The four stood still at the door, and the guards and servants around them rushed in first. After waiting for half a minute, Miss Stuart took the first step, turning in from the side of the banquet hall that lacked a gate.
The servants lined up in two lines, bowing down on both sides of the blood-black carpet to salute, while the people following the princess had serious expressions. She took off the women's coat as she walked, and Julia reached for it and draped it over her forearm.
If it is paired with a suitable song at this time, then this way of appearance is indeed impressive. But Jenkins thought that the crowd in front of the huge French windows didn't think so. More than a dozen people were protecting a child, and everyone's faces were full of panic and anxiety.
The two men who were found by Jenkins to be the benefactors were in the crowd, but there was nothing special about their clothes and positions, obviously pretending to be ordinary people.
Howard Stuart was now more like a little boy hiding under the covers afraid of thunder than a prince. He was wearing a childish pajamas, and his whole body was shaking, as if suffering from some kind of disease.
Although he held a pistol in his right hand, Jenkins noticed that the gun with the safety bolt pulled was unconsciously pointing at the middle-aged guard in front of the prince.
"Tsk, you are really young."
Jenkins sighed.
"Who are those people over there?"
He asked Alexia on the side softly, motioning her to look at the five young women pointed at by a group of people in the corner. What they have in common is simple clothes, pretty faces, and they are all trembling at almost the same frequency.
"Howard Stuart's lovers, probably just found in his bedroom."
"Lover? He's only 13, and five at a time..."
"This is normal. As I said just now, Jenkins, the lives of most young nobles are somewhat chaotic... especially this kind of young boy who has nothing to do during puberty. Think carefully, Jenkins, when you were puberty, if you were around There are tons of beautiful girls at your fingertips... ”
Jenkins' face flushed instantly. Whether it's Jenkins or Jenkins, adolescence has a lot of crazy fantasies. Like a chocolate that had been poked in the tail, he overreacted and turned his head, not wanting to continue this topic at all.
A layer of eggshell-shaped transparent barrier separates the two groups. This is the work of the bestower hidden in the prince's guard, but Jenkins does not understand the significance of this, after all, this layer of barrier cannot exist permanently.
Julia bent down and picked up the wine glasses scattered on the ground and threw them towards the barrier. The ceramic wine glass collided with the barrier, making the sound of a steam bomb exploding. The shattered tiles flew towards Miss Stuart and her party at an extremely fast speed, and then Julia raised her hand to block them.
In half a year, she has grown from an ordinary person to a level 1 gifter. According to Jenkins' understanding, she put all her energy on learning the ability of defense and assistance.
"Howard, give up, you have failed."
Facing her younger brother, Dolores Stuart showed a rare tough stance. Jenkins had never seen her speak like this before, and only then did he feel that it was the princess of the big country in front of him, not his little book fan.
"Sister Dolores, don't persuade me anymore, I know what's going on now!"
Although the voice of the thirteen-year-old boy was loud, everyone could hear the vibrato. He was nervous and scared, but still didn't flinch.
"He still has a way out."
This is Jenkins' judgment, otherwise his abnormal behavior cannot be explained.
"Harward, I'm your sister, so I don't want to see you being decapitated. Now tell me, Howard, who has been helping you with money and manpower? Last year, helped you get San Luo County Who is responsible for the rebellion?"
"I won't say it. Sister Dolores, you still have a chance now. The power behind me is stronger than you think. You have no chance."
As the immature young man spoke, he secretly glanced at the French windows behind him. His movement was so obvious that Jenkins couldn't tell whether it was a misguided movement or a real reaction.
"Meow~"
The two siblings were at a stalemate, and of course other people in the banquet hall did not dare to speak. So the sudden barking of chocolate was very obvious in this environment.
Although no one looked at Jenkins because of the meowing, Jenkins still felt very embarrassed.
"Don't move!"
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest, then slightly opened the collar, and said to the inside of the collar. To other people who don't know there are cats there, such behavior looks almost like crazy.
"Is this the special ability person invited by His Highness?"
Therefore, based on this, they deduced Jenkins' identity as the benefactor.
"Howard, I can promise not to kill you, as long as you give me the answer."
"Sister, you have already lost."
As the boy said, he took a step back slightly to let everyone notice the middle-aged man standing outside the floor-to-ceiling glass with a civilized stick.
He flew in the air with a kind smile on his face. He was dressed in black, with a soft black silk hat on his head, a straight formal suit on his body, and those leather shoes seemed to reflect light under the moonlight. He must have used Very expensive shoe polish.
"Level seven..."
Jenkins muttered something under his breath, just enough to be heard by everyone present.
While talking, he stretched out his hand and pressed Miss Stuart's shoulder, pulling her behind him. Alexia also took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jenkins.