Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins lowered his voice subconsciously, worried that it would destroy the quiet atmosphere of the cemetery. Standing in this fog-shrouded place has this feeling, and the old man’s voice is also very low:

　　 "It should be here, I will check it out first."

　　 As he said, he walked a few steps and talked with a police detective in plain clothes so that Jenkins could take the cat across the cordon to observe the situation.

　　 The scene was very bad. Mrs. Galt, who had only met the day before, lay on her back in front of her husband’s tombstone. The blood from the broken head had dried up and turned jet black. The corpses of children were scattered around her. The fatal injuries were different, but they didn't look like they were killed by sharp blades such as swords.

　　 But the biggest problem at the scene was the destroyed tomb. With the "neighbor" on Mr. Gelt's left as the center, all five tombs on the left and right showed broken soil. It didn't look like it had been dug up, it seemed like something had crawled out of the inside.

　　 "No, didn't it mean that since the great plague 30 years ago, most of the corpses were cremated and then buried?"

　　 Jenkins asked secretly.

　　At this time, the old man had learned the general situation from the police officers. Seeing that Jenkins was still observing the tomb, he whispered:

　　 "Check if there are any strange things or people around here."

　　 He knew that Jenkins was very sensitive to spirits, so he made this request.

　　 Jenkins immediately opened his true eyes and scanned the surroundings, and quickly shook his head:

　　 "This neighborhood is probably ‘clean’. Daddy, these tombs..."

"empty."

　　 Dad knew what Jenkins wanted to ask, he bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt in Jenkins’s surprised eyes, then put it in front of his nose and sniffed:

　　 "Sure enough, the smell of undead."

　　 Jenkins can't smell anything, but he trusts his father's conclusion quite a bit. Judging from the situation at the scene, it is obvious that the Galt family unfortunately suffered an undead recovery incident. Maybe even the murdered undead were the bones of Mr. Galt...

　　 Everyone knows that this is not a coincidence. With the cemetery blessed by the [Death and End Church], there is no natural resurrection of the undead.

　　 "Daddy, why did Gelt's body be sent to the cemetery so quickly?"

　　 He wants to find some clues in this regard.

　　 The police were busy with the two of them. The young police officer wondered why there were two unrelated people standing here, but after asking quietly, he was immediately forbidden to speak.

　　 "Gellt's matter can be easily qualitative, and there is no need to waste the resources of the Carfax Field. There is no problem in this regard, it is a problem that only appeared after the corpse came here."

　　 looked towards the road when he came, and another group of benefactors was walking in the depths of the mist. Judging from the number of magical abilities, this is obviously a team of the Orthodox Church.

　　 "Why are there corpses, don't you need to be cremated?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "Thirty years have passed since that incident. You have to know that thirty years can easily make people forget those terrible memories."

　　 The old man sighed. He also heard footsteps at this time, and turned around to welcome the people who came.

　　 Coming from the depths of the thick fog is a group of men in black sacrificial robes, each of them wearing a hood and holding a black book with gold rims.

　　 In the eyes of ordinary people, this is the priest who is responsible for praying and praying for the cemetery, but Jenkins understands that this is the core fighting force of the [Death and the End Church]-the grave guard squad.

　　 "Daddy."

The person headed by 　　 knew the old man and shook his hand with him. Because he was wearing a hood and couldn't see his face, Jenkins didn't know who it was, but he should have met before, because he also nodded at the young writer.

　　 "The undead has recovered, and your supervision is not in place."

　　 The old man said, pointing to the tombs that were broken open. The Hooded Man was silent for a while, then said in a low tone:

　　 "We will investigate clearly."

After 　　, there was nothing about Jenkins and Dad. The grave guards took over the police and continued the investigation. But regardless of the results of the investigation, it is impossible for the dead Mrs. Gelt and her three children to be resurrected.

　　 These people have nothing to do with Jenkins, but he is still very angry. Jenkins considers himself not a saint-like figure. If something like this happened to a strange family passing by the street, he might only sigh and be curious about the truth. But the family has already socialized with him. The kind woman yesterday even wanted to invite him to sit in the house before walking.

　　 "Anger will go to your head and make you do irrational things. A qualified gifter should control his emotions reasonably. I have said this before."

　　 When the two walked out of the cemetery together, the old man warned.

"I see."

　　 He shook his head, took a deep breath, and coughed because of the strange smell in the air.

　　 "Ahem...but the fact is too...sorry, I can't find a good adjective to describe it."

"I understand what you mean, but you have to believe in the power of the Orthodox Church. Hum~ The resurrection of the undead in the public cemetery has even led to the death of civilians. This death and the final church have lost their face. They will use everything Power catch the murderer, otherwise this matter will be laughed at by us heretics for decades."

　　 What the old man said is very reasonable, and Jenkins also understands the truth. But the corpse that I saw just now shows up, so that his anger has not disappeared at this moment.

　　 "Moreover, the things here may also have something to do with the undead you encountered. The possibility of two necromancy researchers appearing in Nolan City at the same time is very low."

　　 The words of the old man are not over yet. Looking back at the place where the crowd is standing, most of the police are also preparing to leave.

　　 "Then the Church of the Sage will also be involved in this matter?"

　　 "Not necessarily, but if the resurrection of the undead appears in more places and forms an urban disaster like a vampire, then all the local churches will participate in the investigation."

　　 Today is Saturday, and it is also the time when Miss Stuart’s hunt is over. When Jenkins came to Luen sullenly, the group was heading towards the assembly point. Although no prey was hunted, Her Royal Highness was very happy, so the hunt was a complete success.

　　 Jenkins doesn’t know how to ride a horse, and he doesn’t want to be carried on a horse by the ladies, so after obtaining permission, he released his skeletal horse as a mount.

　　 Although it looks scary, it is very obedient. Even though Jenkins already had a unicorn, he was still unwilling to quickly sell the bone whistle that summoned it. Even though he had similar thoughts at Mr. Hood’s party, he never took the initiative to find a buyer.

Chapter 747 Chapter 732: Alexia's Stage View

　　 In order not to spoil Miss Stuart’s good mood, Jenkins did not show the depression caused by the tragedy in the cemetery. He rode that terrifying skeletal horse forward with the convoy, and while chatting with Alexia, he somehow couldn't help telling what happened in the past few days.

　　 He always feels assured of Alexia, this is his close friend.

　　 The snowfield walked towards behind a little bit, facing the brilliant sunset, the snow surface seemed to be emitting orange light. A group of people moved slowly, and the little maid walking beside him was scared and curious, leaning on Jenkins's mount, until he was reminded by the maid chief Julia that he was walking on a crooked path.

　　 Jenkins smiled at them, and flames burst out of his body, and the whole person was burning with the skeleton horse. The horseshoe stepped on the snow and left potholes, and these horseshoe prints were actually burning. The orange flame did not melt the ice and snow, which is the characteristic of the immortal fire being controlled by Jenkins.

　　 The women exclaimed, the young faces in the flame smiled, and then slowly retracted the flame. Miss Stuart in the carriage opened her ears to eavesdrop on the conversation while quietly watching Jenkins. There was no comment on Jenkins's performance just now, but the smile on his face became stronger.

　　 "...That's it. So, I am not a softhearted person, but seeing such a tragedy, I can't help but want to find the culprit and burn it with flames without leaving any residue."

　　 did not forget to continue telling when he "acted" to the little maid, and Alexia almost understood the ins and outs of the matter.

"It's interesting."

　　 Alexia’s focus is not on the tragic Galt family, she pays more attention to Jenkins:

　　 "I wonder if you have discovered that although the core character of the story is not you, the whole thing has always been related to you. Maybe you don't want to admit it, but without a series of choices you made, this tragedy would never happen."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins wanted to refute, she sat on her horse and took the lead and spoke again:

"Look, the first decision took place last year. Papa Oliver asked you to decide whether to **** the cargo. If you agree, the dangerous statue will come to Nolan and be contained in 1865 on the General Calendar. , Things will never happen after this."

　　 "I admit it, but..."

"The second choice is whether you agree to go to the train station with your dad. I think even if you disagree, dad will have no opinion. After all, you always encounter accidents when you go out together. But you agree. It’s unusual, so Dad chose to eat outside instead of returning the statue to dinner."

　　 "I admit it, but... please don't interrupt me!"

　　 He anticipated another interruption, so he spoke more preemptively. Seeing Alexia making a listening appearance, he said:

"It's not fair, Alexia. From the results, you can of course think that this happened to be blamed on the decisions made again and again, but in fact, there is another matter that is not determined by the decision again and again. Is it made up?"

"You are right. But Jenkins, our world is not an ordinary world. When there are too many coincidences, then there is reason to believe that this is destiny. Haven't you discovered that you are like this [cover] Ert’s tragedy] Like the protagonist in the theater stage, he promoted the development of the story step by step and finally witnessed the ending. Although the ending has not yet appeared, I can conclude that the final capture of the murderer must be related to you, and After the matter is over, you will offer flowers to the tomb of that family, and even whisper the whole story to them."

　　 Jenkins could not refute her, because he did have such plans. But this can only be regarded as she knows Jenkins too well, or it can be regarded as a small prophecy.

　　 "Theatrical stage? I have heard a saying that the city of Nolan is now a stage, the stage at the end of the era."

　　 He wants to change the subject.

　　 "Did Audrey say it? That's right, there may indeed be a place of legend."

　　 Alexia spoke with a serious face, then suddenly turned her head with a smile, and asked Miss Stuart who was eavesdropping:

　　 "You also have eyeliner in Nolan. You should know how many things have happened in that city on the west coast of the main road in the past six months."

　　 "Huh? Of course, that city is terrible!"

　　 Miss Stuart was taken aback, but saw that she had not been reprimanded for eavesdropping, so she immediately agreed, and then secretly looked at Jenkins:

　　 "Mr. William must be careful. Even if you are strong, destiny always likes to joke with the strong."

　　 Knowing that there are still people caring about him in the distance, Jenkins's mood suddenly improved. This is a very gentle word, and it is very important to a lonely foreign visitor.

　　 When a group of people approached the assembly place, he retracted his bones and horses and changed his shape, and then came the servant's clothes and changed into the group. No one noticed this.

From six o’clock, the assembled camp can continue to see the team returning from a distance. At this time, most people have heard of the disappearance of Stipe Stuart, but this is obviously related to the humble Three Queens. The team has nothing to do.

　　 There are always some disgusting people in this world, and after the nobles gather together, the probability of encountering such people is still quite high.

　　 Jenkins thought that the hunt was over, so he stood by their campfire and directed the servants to light a fire. But saw another group of people coming from the other side of the camp, standing and talking with Miss Stuart.

　　 He can't hear voices or see expressions, but he can subconsciously understand that the relationship between the two groups is very bad.

"That is the youngest daughter of the Marquis Jones and the lord of the house of the Duke of Borbo. The relationship between the master and them... is very poor. Both of those two like His Royal Highness, but you also know... "

　　 The little maid, who had been curious about Jenkins' bones and horses just now, immediately explained with both hands on the hem of the apron, Jenkins dropped the firewood in her hand and approached some pretending to be tidying up the tent, but was actually eavesdropping.

　　 That seems to be just a normal comparison between young girls, not a big deal. The two noble ladies came to show off with their prey, and then asked Miss Stuart what she had gained.

　　 Although development is very clichéd, it does happen frequently. It is impossible to expect these simple noble girls to make more cunning conspiracies. After all, most of their schemes come from the struggles of mothers and those knight novels.

Chapter 748 Chapter Seven Hundred and Thirty Three Two Pigeons

　　 As the sun sets, the tent area of ​​the Royal Hunting Ground in the Diocese of Ruen is very lively. The servants and attendants walked among the flag-hung tents, while the proud nobles stood together to show off the harvest this year. It seems that the best person is a viscount from the country. The "hillie" was lucky enough to meet a wild boar this season.

The two girls that 　　 and Miss Stuart showed off, of course, also gained something, and their purpose here is not simply to show off.

　　 The best thing for Jenkins at this time is to immediately return to Nolan City, buy a "prey" of sufficient weight, and then let the Protoss send it over with a cheeky. But he would never do it. Mr. Writer has a better idea.

　　 The prey of the two noble ladies is not a wild boar or the like, because even if they can grasp it, no one will believe it. The servants behind them used bird cages to hold pigeons. It was a bird called the Antwerp pigeon. It was one of the few hardy birds that could live in this season in the North. When Jenkins came over the past few days, he often saw them flying in the sky. Some even wanted to fall on Jenkins' shoulders, but they were almost thrown off by the chocolate that showed hunting talent for the first time.

　　 The two pigeons in a simple birdcage constructed of dead branches and vines have no fatal injuries from the outside, but they are a little sluggish. One of them keenly noticed that Jenkins was looking at it, and flapped his wings not knowing what to do.

　　 put the cat eager to try aside and let it wait for a while. Jenkins tidyed up his clothes and prepared to start his performance.

　　 Alexia stood behind him, his mouth curled slightly to see what Mr. Writer had ideas.

"...Look, hunting Antwerp pigeons is not a simple matter. We sacrificed our strength for grace, but we can also use wisdom to do what men can do. Just yesterday evening, I Use some grains of grain on the snow..."

　　 "Ahem, sorry to bother you, your Royal Highness!"

　　 Jenkins inserted into the conversation very impolitely, and before the two aristocratic ladies on the opposite side showed him "Aristocratic Mercy", he bent down and whispered politely to Miss Stuart.

　　Dolores Stuart is now very grateful to Julia for letting her wear this red scarf, otherwise people nearby will notice the flushed face.

　　 She pretended to understand and nodded, and then asked Poirot, a somewhat rude servant, to retreat.

　　 She has always been tired of coping with the harassment of these peers. This is too immature. Today is the first time I have found pleasure in it. With the smile of a flawless lady on her face, she said lightly:

"Women’s wisdom is indeed not to be underestimated, but I think that we should have compassion and tenderness more than wisdom. Oh, look at these two cute little things, pitifully put in a cage by you, This is really..."

　　 She shook her head, but didn't say anything.

　　 Miss Jones and Miss Borbo were taken aback, but they didn't expect such a response. The two looked at each other, then coughed, subconsciously standing farther away from the pigeon cage.

　　 is just two immature girls, if it is dealing with an elderly married woman, this kind of argument is of little use.

　　 "Poirot!"

　　 Miss Stuart called again.

　　 "Yes. Your Highness, please give your orders."

　　 Jenkins ran out from nowhere.

　　 "The two Antwerp pigeons look too pitiful. Go get them some food."

　　 "Okay, Your Highness."

While 　　 was talking, the servants of the camp unknowingly all stood nearby. The entourage of the two noble ladies had not reacted yet, and the pigeon cage in their hands was snatched from them.

　　 The cage was opened, and the two trapped pigeons were taken out of the cage by a man. They seemed to have suddenly regained their vitality, pecking at the grains of grains full of energy.

　　 After eating, they spread their wings and flew into the sky. Together, they hovered over Miss Stuart's head twice, so that people in the surrounding camp could watch this scene before flying to the distant sky.

　　 "Sorry, if you accidentally let go of your prey, I will compensate you. Please send the bill to my maid."

　　 Despite saying this, Miss Stuart has no expression of guilt at all. She looked at the two flying white doves from a distance, as if rejoicing that they were able to get out of trouble.