Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins wondered in his heart that ordinary people may be embarrassed to point this out in this position, but Jenkins is no ordinary person. He immediately wanted to point out that he did not choose him, but the man who stood up and clutched his hat did not give Jenkins a chance to speak:

"Baron Williams, my question is like this. As we all know, although the Fabry scam did not cause much loss in the end, it was because you exposed the scam in advance. In other words, once the Fabry scam is true We can all think of how terrible the success of the company and its consequences are. Therefore, the Kingdom and Parliament must always beware of people who have similar tendencies or have a high degree of understanding of financial games, such as... you... .... So, do we want to establish monitoring..."

　　 Jenkins can't hear the words afterwards, because the front row noise has drowned out the questioner's voice. Halfway through what the young people were saying, most of the audience spoke out regardless of etiquette. Of course, the most often accused the questioner of being impolite. Jenkins is also a "foreigner" no matter what it says. Asking this kind of question on this occasion, except In addition to the disgusting Jenkins himself, once it is known to the Kingdom of Fidiktelli, the Kingdom of Hampawo, especially everyone here, will definitely become a laughing stock.

　　 "So, you are implying that I will become a scammer like Miss Fabry?"

　　 Jenkins asked straightforwardly, and when combined with his young face, it gave the impression that a young man was not sensible and too impatient.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat lying next to Jenkins cried in excitement, and it liked to watch the excitement.

"No, no, Baron Williams, I am just a metaphor, a hypothesis, and a rhetorical technique peculiar to our country. The original intention of the question is to ask you how to establish a suitable method for people with similar inclinations and capabilities. Monitoring system."

　　 The questioner continued in an uproar, and now everyone understands that this was definitely arranged in advance by someone unkindly. After contacting Jenkins as a guest invited by Dolores Stuart, it is not difficult to think of what this is all about.

　　 Jenkins curled his lips, some look down upon this way of finding trouble. The opponent had a good time to find it, but the problem was too bad.

"If you have the ability to commit crimes, you must be monitored, then there are no people in this world who are not being monitored. Everyone can hold a knife. I believe that many of you here are armed with guns, but this means that we Need to monitor everyone?"

　　 said, he reached out his hand to his waist, then took out the pistol and slapped it on the desk in front of him.

"Look, because of the riots some time ago, I also carry a gun when I go out. Of course, His Royal Highness gave me a gun license. Although I don’t know how to use it... But the police department will shoot because of my possession. Ability to monitor me at all times? To be honest, this question is ridiculous."

　　 There was also a kind smile from the audience, although Jenkins thought it was nothing funny, he continued:

"Rather than worrying about the increasing number of smart people, it is better to make these smart people part of the system in a reasonable way. Both individuals and countries are developing and progressing, and restraining the development of new technologies is actually Changes are lagging behind other countries...Of course, some new technologies are indeed extremely dangerous, and this point is also carefully distinguished."

　　 The last sentence is added because Jenkins thought of the demigod whose body is more than two-thirds geared. He doesn't know how much people here understand, but at least the warm applause is not fake.

　　 Jenkins was quite satisfied with this answer. After the speech, he asked Alexia what he thought of his last remarks. As for the man who asked the last question, it was natural for Dolores to investigate and solve it, and Jenkins didn't have to worry about such things.

　　 The impact of this speech was far-reaching. In the early morning of the next Sunday, a photo of Jenkins waving his hand appeared on the front page of major local newspapers.

　　 Jenkins flipped his legs up at the dining table to read the evaluation of the newspaper, and the cat quietly licked the milk on the dining table.

　　 "Good morning, Jenkins."

　　 Because there is no cat-shaped alarm clock, neither Alexia nor Dolores would get up so early like Jenkins. When the hostess appeared, Julia, who was standing next to Jenkins serving tea, informed the kitchen that breakfast could be brought up.

　　 "Good morning, Alexia, Dolores."

　　 Dolores’ sister hasn’t gotten up yet, but it’s understandable for the children to sleep a little longer.

　　 "This report actually suggested that the kingdom should hire me as a consultant to the finance department."

　　 Jenkins smiled and handed the newspaper to Alexia, and then reached out to wash his hands in the basin brought by the maid next to him. There was some ink on his hands. In fact, he liked the taste quite a lot.

　　 "I think this idea is very good."

　　 Dolores said.

　　 "Then I have to make up my mind to take everyone to Luen."

　　 Jenkins replied, and then thought of Nolan's girls again.

　　 Before returning to Nolan today, Jenkins received the letter after breakfast and went to Roon’s church again. Father Fernando told Jenkins that Ruen’s local investigations on the exotic tobacco had progressed, and the church had found clues to the supply on the black market, and discovered that there was also a believer in the local [Hovering Fog].

　　 From a historical point of view, this is the first time that Ruen has discovered a believer of this false god, which is quite unusual.

"The Holy See came news. After targeted searches across the mainland, traces of tobacco have been found. [The Church of All Things and Nature] has begun to identify tobacco. The preliminary judgment believes that it was not cultivated by nature. It is a product obtained by special processing of ordinary tobacco. Its composition is very complicated. At present, only human hair and bone meal of addicted crow have been isolated. Although the consequences of long-term smoking have not been thoroughly investigated, it is basically determined that this is not good Something. It’s just that after the Holy See has asked the sages for advice, it has not yet received an oracle about whether the false **** [Hovering Fog] has shifted to the Cthulhu camp, but the Holy See stated that members of the [Scent Appreciation Committee] can force arrest and interrogation. ."

　　 "How many people have used that kind of tobacco?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"Hard to say."

　　 Father Fernando explained embarrassingly:

"Although it is expensive, the calming and psychoanaesthetic effect of that kind of tobacco is very obvious. Basically, it will be used many times after once used, even if its chemical addiction is extremely low. According to the current statistics, its use rate is in the nobility. , Officials, businessmen, and artists are not small groups, and even the clergy of the church use records.

　　 Before this, no one knew that it had a problem. Most users regarded it as expensive special handmade tobacco... The problem is probably a bit serious. "

　　 It seems that the problem is really serious. It’s just that I don’t know the side effects of tobacco. It only targets people who smoke for a long time or anyone who smokes it once.

　　 Nolan’s [Universal Potion] has been proven to completely eliminate the mental and even soul effects of tobacco. It is only necessary to dilute the original liquid in the pool under the giant tree ten times to have an effect.

　　 But those potions are not many. Even if Nolan’s five churches were willing to take them out, it would not be enough to treat the widespread abnormal tobacco users across the entire continent.

　　 "This is a big trouble involving the entire material world. The most important thing is that we don't know what these tobacco manufacturers are going to do."

　　Fr Fernando said in distress, and said that the Twelve Churches have reached an agreement with all countries and will announce to the world within a few days that the sale of those tobaccos is banned.

"We will exaggerate the side effects in the newspapers and make some pictures to tell people that that kind of expensive tobacco is made in an environment with extremely poor sanitary conditions. Long-term smoking has an impact on male/fertility. People always believe this reason. ...But letting all addicts register with the church and the municipal department will probably not yield much. I don’t believe anyone will voluntarily admit that they have smoked that kind of thing.”

The development of the matter has been out of control. At the beginning of the Jenkins information, the church thought it was the gifters who were selling illegal drugs to ordinary people for huge profits; but when they learned that the weird tobacco had been sold to almost the whole world, they realized this again. It is a worldwide disaster.

　　Personal power has little effect in this matter. Even if Jenkins can find the tobacco seller's lair and kill everyone in it, it will not change the fact that hundreds of thousands of people have used the tobacco.

Chapter 1301 Chapter 1280 The Diviner in Disguise

　　 When returning to Nolan, Jenkins also talked to Hathaway about tobacco, and Hathaway also expressed concern about the development.

　　 She didn't know about it before. She thought that Jenkins came to her to talk about [Doomsday Fantasy], but I didn't expect Jenkins to bring even worse news.

　　 "Should go out less recently, it is best to stay with Britney. I am very worried about your safety. If possible, it is better to take your family and leave Nolan now."

　　 He held the teacup worriedly and said, seeing his own sad face from the reflection of the liquid surface.

　　 "Is it possible, Jenkins?"

　　 Hathaway asked angrily, and then watched the kitten eating cake on the table.

　　 "You actually carry chocolate with you."

　　 "Didn't I always do this?"

　　 As he asked, he tapped his cup with his finger, and several ice cubes immediately appeared at the bottom of the liquid and bubbling began to float up.

　　 "You are in Luen right now, but you just came back to date with me and didn't forget to bring it with you... Let alone this, will you have time for a while? There is something I want to ask you."

　　 The things Hathaway commissioned were related to Britney. In the spring semester, the two ladies were a little free. Hathaway was busy with the study of the gifter, and Britney didn't have so many things.

　　 While she couldn't find Hathaway and Jenkins, she met some new friends, and Hathaway suspected that those new friends had problems.

"First of all, I don’t know if Britney participated in another occult rally; in addition, now the war on the offshore is fierce, Britney’s father, Marquis Mihail, is in power, and I am also worried that some people want to disadvantage Britney. So, If you have time today, I hope you can follow her for me. It only takes one afternoon."

　　 Hathaway's grandmother is visiting today. She can't go out for a long time, so she asked Jenkins to do it. Stalking a lady is certainly not a gentleman's behavior, but Jenkins agreed after a few seconds of mental struggle.

　　 Hathaway has been following Britney many times in recent weeks, so knowing the schedule of her weekly gathering with those new friends, Jenkins only needs to wait in advance and observe nearby.

　　 "Remember to disguise your face, so it doesn't matter if you find it."

　　 Hathaway asked, worried that Jenkins was not good at this, and also taught a lot of experience. She didn't know that Jenkins was the master of assassination, investigation, tracking, and infiltration in disguise. He had done many similar things in the past six months.

　　 Had a lunch with Hathaway, talked about their respective lives recently, and the two said goodbye. Before the separation, Jenkins emphasized the danger Nolan faced recently. Hathaway smiled to relieve him:

　　 "Rather than worry about us, worry about yourself. Jenkins, I have also heard about Roon, and you must be careful in the political vortex."

　　Bryney and her friends' afternoon trip was at the Vohaner camp on the outskirts of the city. The camp was in summer, autumn and winter, and was an open space for the nearby timber merchants to store wood.

In spring, the camp will bring together artists, small circuses, divination (pseudo) and various performers from all over the Kingdom of Fidiktelli. At the same time, neighboring villagers will also come here to sell small commodities and food, making the whole In spring, Camp Vohan is like a celebration.

　　 This tradition has been going on for many years, and this year's Nolan will naturally not be surprised. Britney and her friends started three weeks ago and would come every Sunday afternoon, and Hathaway just wanted to know what they were doing here.

　　 "I think about where I should hide..."

　　 Jenkins, who came to the entrance of the camp ahead of time, paid a 1 penny entrance fee, and then started looking for a suitable hiding place. He learned about Britney from Hathaway. There was a sachet she gave to hide a one-time passive activation charm. The charm is expensive and only a few gifters can make. Hathaway costs a lot. The price was bought from a benefactor who claimed to be "Miss Magic".

　　 This is a protection method that Hathaway deliberately used for Britney's safety. It is similar to Jenkins who once gave Britney a concealed small jewelry with his real name engraved on it. This is also for safety.

　　The aura of that unique spell is strong, so Jenkins doesn't need to track it, just find a place to hide it, use the [Eye of Reality] to identify the aura of the spell, and then observe the movement trajectory from a distance.

　　 "So where should I hide?"

　　 The flow of people in the camp is bustling, with a festive atmosphere. On both sides of the entrance of the camp are a street vendor selling strange hats and a middle-aged man selling mountain fruits in bamboo baskets. Jenkins thinks that the mountain red looks unfamiliar.

　　 Passing in front of these two people and continuing to move forward, the camp was divided into three roads by the connected vendors. Jenkins chose the middle one and looked around curiously while walking. The Maine Coon cat on his shoulder looked at all this curiously. Then Jenkins saw a tent dyed purple with inferior dyes, with signs standing outside. The word [divination] is written.

"This is it."

　　 He had a plan in his mind, so he walked over generously, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain and walked into the tent. Afterwards, Jenkins succeeded in obtaining the right to use the tent for one afternoon with just one gold pound note.

The original master of 　　 was a middle-aged bald man with a brown-skinned bald head wearing a pretending deep purple robe, covered with strange amulets, and a choking scent.

　　 He was very happy with Jenkins's proposal. Before leaving, he said that he could go to the other side of the camp and take care of the booth selling amulets.

　　 The ventilation in the tent was not very good, and the choking scent of the strong man refused to dissipate for a long time. But it was much quieter than outside, and Jenkins sat behind the small table where the crystal ball was placed for half an hour, and only a decadent middle-aged man who spent 10 pence in divination came in. This was in line with his requirement to keep a low profile.

　　 Half an hour later, Britney's party finally arrived. Jenkins noticed the aura of the amulet while wearing a monocle, and then watched the amulet enter the range of the camp.

　　 also confirmed that there are no gifts nearby. This discovery made Jenkins understand that the most dangerous possibility that Hathaway was worried about did not exist.

　　According to Hathaway's observations in the past few weeks, Britney and her friends, after entering the camp, will move towards the temporary wooden towers in the middle of the camp with a clear goal.

　　 Today they chose the middle road after entering the camp, and then passed the tent where Jenkins was located.

　　Everything that may happen unexpectedly seems to inevitably lead to accidents around Jenkins. Before he could even react, he heard the excited conversation of the girls outside the tent, and then he clearly heard someone propose to enter the tent to take a look. Jenkins realized that he was in trouble.

　　 "Why do I always encounter this kind of thing?"

　　 He hurriedly got up from the chair, then took out a robe from the big wooden box left by the bald man behind him and put it on himself. But before the hood was put on, the curtain was lifted, and Jenkins could only sit down immediately, revealing his face disguised in black robe.

　　 "Welcome to the old..."

　　 He almost said that he was the old antique shop, but fortunately he changed his mouth and coughed a few times in time. Fortunately, the girls who came in didn't pay attention.

　　Britney and her friends have a group of six people, all of whom are pretty girls in their twenties. Six people rushed in happily, and then looked excitedly at the rough interior of the tent.

　　 Judging from Jenkins' eyes, the decoration here is quite casual. The brawny bald man has no basic sincerity. He should be waiting for the cheating with an attitude of "wishers will be hooked".

　　 But the ladies didn’t care about it either, they seemed to come in just for fun.

　　 "Sir, what is the price of your divination here?"

　　 the tallest but slightly fat lady asked, her beautiful long brown hair was never seen before by Jenkins.

　　 "5 pence."

　　 Jenkins prefers to speak less, worrying that his speaking style will reveal himself. He sat behind the table, folded his hands together, and looked at the ladies entering the door with his calm eyes.

　　 But I don’t know, this kind of scrutiny gaze puts them under great pressure. The extremely calm look in his eyes, coupled with the weird pressure (God) and the chaotic temperament (hidden in the black robe) on his body, made some nonsense divination tents a lot more serious.

　　 "Anything for divination is 5p?"

　　 asked the black-haired girl standing at the back.

　　 "Yes, it's all 5 pence."

　　 Jenkins nodded, hoping they would leave as soon as possible.

　　 "Then I will fortune telling love."

　　 The tall lady who spoke first said with a smile, the companions behind her laughed, and the group immediately became a group.

　　 "Pay first and then divination."

　　 Jenkins said sternly, trying not to look at Britney. Hathaway reminded him when she entrusted him that even if the shape of the face and the height of the body change, it is difficult for a person's eyes to change.

　　 "Okay, 5p."

　　 The tall lady took out 5 coins from her handbag and put them on the table. Jenkins immediately reached out and put them in her palm, and then said casually:

　　 "Your love is very smooth, the object of your heart will appear within half a year. But you must be careful to seize the fleeting opportunity, miss this time you will regret for life."

　　 Jenkins didn't even know what he said.

　　 "Is it just that? Don’t you need to use cards? Don’t use this crystal ball? Don’t even look at the palm lines?"

　　 asked the shortest lady with red hair, her throat is very sharp, not the childlike tenderness, but like a sharp bird's song.

　　 "No need, people who don't have the ability will use props."

　　 Jenkins found a reason for himself, and then hoped that they would leave soon so that he would have a chance to spy on their course of action.

1302 Chapter 1281 The Auction on the Tower

　　 "Then I will come too."