Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He thought for a while, put the cat on the floor, and stepped on his slippers to the first floor. The wind outside tonight is a bit loud, and the windows on the first floor may not be closed properly, leaving the room filled with terrible wind.

　　 The gas lamp in the foyer flickered several times after being lit, and it stabilized. It seemed that the pressure of the gas pipe was unstable. Jenkins stood in front of the door for a few seconds before asking outside the door:

　　 "Who is here to visit so late?"

　　 "Mr. William, there is a letter from you."

　　 The man’s voice was hoarse, with a slight northern accent.

　　 "Come in through the delivery port of the door."

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 "The client wants me to hand it over to you personally."

　　The person outside the door explained.

　　 Jenkins nodded, making sure that the people outside had no good intentions, because every word just now was a lie. He looked at the drawer of the shoe cabinet, which contained a pistol with three rounds. So I took out the gun, hung the anti-theft chain on the door, and hid behind the door. This opened a gap in the door:

　　 "Give me the letter."

　　 But it was not the envelope that came in through the gap in the door, but the black hole of the muzzle. The people outside probably thought that Jenkins would look out through the crack of the door immediately, but he didn't expect him to hide behind the door.

　　 After seeing the muzzle, Jenkins stretched out his hand to hold the gun body, and then yanked the whole gun away, and at the same time imagined the expression of the man outside the door. He did not know the model of the gun very well, and could not infer the identity of the outsider from the pistol, so he asked:

　　 "Sorry, this does not seem to be a letter."

　　 He didn't know how the people outside the door felt at this time, only saw a dark object being thrown in. He caught it easily, and then used the [Ice Freezing] ability to condense all the steam that the steam bomb was trying to gush out into ice.

　　 "This, it doesn't seem to be a letter either."

　　 He said, and then suddenly threw the ice lump in his hand from the crack of the door again, and then he heard the sound of someone leaving their door quickly and then leaping on the ground.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The late cat appeared and walked behind Jenkins, making a neat run-up, and then climbing up the shoe cabinet along the side of the shoe cabinet perpendicular to the ground, and finally jumped to Jenkins's shoulder.

　　 Jenkins smiled and unlocked the anti-theft chain, and walked out the door with a gun in each hand, just to see the man lying on the ground getting up.

　　 The stranger looked at the young man in his pajamas, stepping on slippers, carrying a cat with double guns, and some suspected that the employer was framing him.

　　 "The last person who tried to murder me near my house didn't seem to end well."

　　 Jenkins exclaimed, this is a serial murderer who broke into his home after returning from a winter trip and was stunned by his cane.

　　 The stranger who just got up regarded this as a threat, but he also saw the two guns in the hands of the young writer, one of which actually belonged to him a minute ago.

　　 "You don't want to tell me now, you actually found the wrong person, right?"

　　 Jenkins asked, the stranger was silent and wanted to take a step back, but Jenkins had pointed the muzzle of his right hand at his head:

　　 "Would you like to try whether you run fast or my bullet is fast? Although my marksmanship is not good, we are only three steps apart. I think I will aim very accurately."

　　 Strangers are just ordinary people. Of course, they don’t want to try to use their own speed or luck.

Chapter 1618 Chapter 1593 "Plague" Outbreaks

　　 "Since the mission failed, then this is my bad luck. I know you didn't kill me immediately or call the police to come over, you want to get news from my employer. Give up, I am a professional killer."

　　 The killer under the street lamp did not dare to move his gun, but there was no fear on his face. He was quite calm. The person sent to assassinate Jenkins, of course, will not be a killer casually found from a tabloid corner advertisement. This is a very professional person.

　　 "Can killers still have professional ethics?"

　　 Jenkins laughed, but the other party did not refute this.

　　 "Well then, do you want to live? We can talk."

　　 Mr. Writer said again.

　　 "Nothing to talk about."

　　The killer shook his head, but suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing toward the front door, and then realized that the young writer dropped the pistol in his left hand and caught his chin, making him unable to control his mouth.

　　 "This is to prevent you from biting poison and committing suicide."

　　 Jenkins explained, and then learned the technique from the book, trying to remove his chin, but unfortunately the technique was not proficient and the force was too strong, it seemed to crush the bones of the chin. Of course, judging from the other's surprised expression, the killer didn't seem to intend to commit suicide by biting poison.

"look into my eyes."

　　 Jenkins suddenly said in a low voice, and the stranger raised his head subconsciously, his eyes just hitting Jenkins' eyes.

　　 "Listen, your employer is actually your mortal enemy, so you are going to kill him."

　　 The power of lies blurted out with words, and the staring eyes conveyed the power of spirit. The other party is just an ordinary person, and there is no possibility to resist this almost direct rewriting of consciousness and cognition.

　　Because of the broken jaw, the killer just shook his head, as if he wanted to express that he had never seen an employer, and that the other party was quite cautious.

　　The killer made such a move, his face was suffering from injury, but he already knew that he wanted to go back for revenge, and the young man with the cat in front of him was not the enemy.

　　 "You always have a way to get in touch, I don't believe you don't know him at all. Do everything you can to kill him, this is the most important goal of your life."

　　 Jenkins repeated again, letting go of the hand that clamped him, and then bent over to pick up the stranger’s pistol and return it to the original owner:

　　 "Do everything you can."

　　 He repeated it, and then raised his hand to treat the opponent's chin, but because the broken bones did not return to the original position, the treatment only guaranteed that the pain would no longer be painful, and it was still difficult to speak. In the end, Jenkins pulled out a bunch of hair from the other party's head quite rudely. This was not easy. The stranger had short hair and the hair was quite greasy.

"Ok."

　　 The stranger who took his pistol back nodded, unable to speak because the bones of his jaw and cheeks were broken. He turned around without hesitation, and quickly crossed the road in front of the apartment to the shadow of the wall across the street, hiding himself in the shadow and walking along the street to the distance.

　　Theoretically speaking, a lie told with the power of the priesthood can have an effect on ordinary people for a long time. Jenkins is not afraid that the other party will tell his secrets. First of all, he is going to assassinate others, and he is more likely to be killed by random guns. Second, he can't speak at all. Finally, Jenkins looks at the hair in his hand.

　　 The hair is hidden by his own shadow, and you can't see it if you don't look closely. After guessing that Nolan's winter and spring flu may be related to him, he hasn't used [Curse of Disease] for a long time.

　　 Before Jenkins went out the next day, he learned about the city's martial law from Hathaway and Britney who hurried over. Yesterday, the girls knew that Dolores Stuart was in the delegation of their country, so they got up early today and came directly to Jenkins, wanting to see where Jenkins spent the night.

　　 "The whole city is under martial law? Even if it's because of the royal delegation from the North Kingdom, it doesn't have to be this level, right?"

　　 Jenkins in pajamas asked suspiciously, asking them to sit down, and then wondering if there is food for breakfast in his kitchen.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat cry came from the second floor, and the yawning cat appeared at the corner of the stairs a few seconds later. Seeing two more people in the house with sleepy eyes, I suddenly felt unhappy.

　　 "Something happened last night."

　　Britney waved the newspaper in her hand:

　　 "The Duke of Stani was killed!"

"Who?"

　　 "A duke of this country, you probably haven't heard of it. He is very low-key and rarely appears in Beldiran. This time it was probably because of the change of throne that he came to Beldiran for temporary residence."

　　 Hathaway explained, Jenkins looked down at the newspaper. The front page was occupied by the photo of Queen Isabella and Salhi II shaking hands yesterday. In a small corner of the third page, it was the report of the murder. Probably because of the impact, the newspapers are deliberately playing down this matter.

　　 "Even if the Duke is killed, there is no need for martial law throughout the city? I remember that at the end of last summer, a Duke of Berdyland died inexplicably. Although the news was very sensational, there was no such battle."

What Jenkins was talking about was the second time he attended Mr. Hood’s "legal party" when he heard Mr. Birch talk about him. Mr. Birch did not provide information during the first party that Jenkins broke into, so the first Two are provided twice.

　　 In a blink of an eye, that was already a year ago.

"It's not just the Duke who was killed. After the assassin who was not afraid of death was shot to death, all those who had touched his body showed symptoms of cough, fever, and dizziness. Urgently contact the professor at Berduran School of Medicine, and it happened. The pastors who sent representatives to Beldiran [Church of All Things and Nature] checked and found that it was a very powerful flu. The symptoms were very similar to the winter and spring flu that had disappeared in Nolan, and it caused illness. Sex and contagion are stronger. We all know how much damage Nolan’s infectious disease has caused..."

　　 More importantly, the church has always suspected that the winter and spring flu and the Skeleton Sword plague are related. Now the original holder of the Skeleton Sword is dead. The believer of the lie just reached an agreement with the church a few days ago, and there is no reason to do such a thing. Coupled with the suspicious circumstances surrounding the murder of the Duke last night, the church suspects that a new cult has come to the local area, or that the group of believers who lie have finally gone mad.

　　 This kind of result was unexpected by Jenkins. He easily understood that the news brought by the girls was related to what he did last night, but he had never expected such a panic before.

　　 In his opinion, the flu in the Nolan area is the result of his curse and his own seasonal infectious diseases. And the person who was cursed by him this time, he had decided that if he didn't die in full view, he would solve the corpse himself to prevent the plague. In theory, this time will not cause an accident like Nolan's. Jenkins just didn't expect the church to be cautious and panic now.

　　PS: Seek everything at the end of the month.

Chapter 1619 Total Martial Law

　　In this somewhat flustered early morning, the Duke’s assassination turned into unnoticed news. The news about the possible outbreak of a plague like Nolan in the city spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout Berdylan.

　　 But the problem is that Nolan’s great plague sounds terrible because the plague there refers to the corpse plague caused by the skeleton sword. The winter and spring flu caused by Jenkins only appeared at the same time. But the citizens of Beldiran didn't think so. They instinctively regarded the two completely different infectious diseases that occurred in Nolan as one kind, and they believed that the same thing would happen soon in Beldiran.

　　Although there are not a few people who are rational, the "three people become a tiger" will surely be true as long as there are many people. That’s how it came to this afternoon. Because of the martial law in the city, Jenkins could not leave the city, so he could only spend time with the girls at the Rosalia Hotel.

He was standing alone in Britney’s room on the second floor at this time, looking out the street from the window, and seeing groups of people in black wearing crow's beak masks carrying huge metal cans, the cans connected to the nozzles in his hands, Is spraying disinfectant liquid of unknown composition along the empty street.

　　 "Too exaggerated, right?"

　　 From the perspective of Jenkins, this is a fuss, but in the eyes of the church and the kingdom, this is not too much. This kind of flu broke out once, and at the end of the era, various catastrophes had occurred frequently, and the signs of the plague that were now revealed deserved their caution.

　　 "Should I go to the church to explain this clearly?"

　　 But in this case, he played a disgraceful role of bewitching others to assassinate, and it is difficult to explain the tricks of bewitching others. In addition, it is easy to associate him with the culprit who caused the Nolan flu. Although Jenkins feels guilty in his heart, he is not inclined to explain it to the church.

　　Chocolate grabbed Jenkins's shoulder and looked down, and both eyes looked at it with interest. Suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, two small ears shook, and then meowed to remind Jenkins.

　　 turned around and saw that Hathaway brought the hotel maid up with refreshments. The maid left soon, and the red-haired girl and Jenkins stood at the window together.

　　 "Where is Britney?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "I'm down with my friends, they are very sorry that they can't go out of the city to see the lavender fields."

　　 Although it is not forbidding citizens to go to the street, the city hall prohibits people from leaving the city, and these noble ladies from Nolan also know how terrible a plague similar to Nolan is, so they consciously stay in the hotel without going out.

　　 "It's a pity, I originally planned to go to Beldiran with Dolores and Alexia today."

　　 Jenkins said regretfully.

　　 "Will you say this in front of me?"

　　 The red-haired girl asked with a smile, not looking angry, but Jenkins still consciously stopped the topic.

　　 Now that Jenkins’ "friends" in Northland have all arrived here, Hathaway intends to arrange her own plan as soon as possible so that Brian is aware of Jenkins’s "rich and colorful" emotional life. She let Jenkins relax and wait with peace of mind, and in a deliberately pretending tone of grievance, she said that she is like the heroine in a vulgar knight novel, and she is actually actively helping her man to win the favor of other women.

　　 Jenkins shut up, knowing that nothing is inappropriate at this time.

　　 He plans to stay in the hotel until the evening, and then go to see the old man, no matter whether he is or not, he will go to the Holy See to inquire about the current situation. In fact, he should have gone during the day, but this morning the church priest sent a message to tell Jenkins to stay in a crowded place as much as possible during the day. He wanted to discover the strangeness of the assassinated duke and the assassin, so let Jenkins temporarily watched the changes, instead of going directly to the church to receive protection.

　　 "Are you watching "Detective Knight Biography"?"

　　 Jenkins can think of things, Hathaway sees the novel on the side desk.

"Detective Knight Biography" is the best-selling and most influential popular knight novel in recent years. Although it contains some unsightly plots, it is adhering to the belief that a good story must be true. Few people will accuse it of appearing in the book. The similar bridge section.

　　 is not just a young man like the original owner Jenkins, the influence of this book has penetrated all corners of the society, and it is a novel worthy of its name to influence an era. It is conceivable that after a few years, it will definitely be dubbed "Masterpiece" and "Legend".

　　 "I just saw this book on the bookshelf in the room, and speaking of it, this hotel is really good, and it will take the initiative to provide novels in the guest's room."

　　 "Isn't it all like this now?"

　　 She opened the bridge that Jenkins had just seen and found that the page was a short poem.

　　 ""Waiting"?"

　　 Hathaway laughed:

"This poem is really famous. I really like the sentence [I will grab a small cardboard box and put it in front of your eyes]. Although it is straightforward and tasteless, it is unexpected... ."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate squinted and nodded very usefully.

　　 "Many books will quote this poem. Specifically, almost every knight novel that talks about the bridge of love will quote this poem arty."

　　 Jenkins casually commented, still thinking about the plague, he hopes to find a suitable way to explain clearly, otherwise it is difficult to say how long Beldylan will be under martial law.

　　 "I heard that the author of "Detective Knight Biography" will come with Chesland's delegation this time."

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins has never heard of this.

　　 "Yes, I heard from a friend the other day. This is really exciting, this is a real great writer... Sorry, Jenkins, I didn't mean you..."

　　 Hathaway immediately realized the ambiguity in her words.

"It's ok."

　　 Jenkins didn't care at all. He knew that part of his book was plagiarized from another world, and he never really regarded himself as a talented writer.

　　 "Do you know? The author of Detective Knight's Biography is a beautiful young girl."