Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins hoped that in the dim light, the earl would not find himself showing a panic expression for less than a second.

　　 "Hathaway belongs to her. I don't want you to use her as a trading tool."

　　 He finally said the lines of the third-rate novel that he hates most.

　　 "I also said this when I was young, but it was not on such a decent occasion, but in the granary of a small farm. The content of our transaction is the priority of lease for one year of farming cattle."

　　 Jenkins’ curiosity made him want to know the follow-up of the Earl’s story, but now is not a good opportunity to inquire.

　　 "My promise above is still valid, and at the same time, I can promise to open up part of my information channels for your use."

　　 This is equivalent to a promise to cooperate with the church, and the object of his open information channels is naturally the church.

　　 "I appreciate your proposal, but I hate your attitude."

　　 Jenkins spoke bluntly, seeing the formulaic smile still on the earl’s face.

　　 "Only this sentence makes me feel that you are really a young man. But you will certainly agree, won't you? This is good for both sides, and we..."

　　 "I think the noble Earl Hesha must be aware of the Galvin family that was investigated a few days ago and related to the cult."

　　 Jenkins suddenly interrupted him very rudely.

"of course."

　　 He was surprised and didn't understand the meaning of Jenkins's introduction of this topic:

　　 "Why, do you mean to say that I will be the same as the idiot who provoked you, and I will end in self-destruction?"

　　 "No, no, no."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, he would not do such boring things:

　　 "Some prohibited arms were also found in the Galvin family. In this sensitive period, anyone who has anything to do with the arms will be out of luck. You should also agree with this point of view."

　　 "I think so."

　　 The earl nodded slightly.

"That's right, I have some interesting letters in my hand. No, no, don't show such an expression, Earl Hesha. I know that you will understand what I mean right away. This is really interesting, isn't it? ? But I understand that if a military person like you does not engage in arms reselling business, then he will be sorry for his position."

Chapter 533 Chapter 524 Earl and Baron

　　 "Letter..."

　　 The earl groaned, "Sorry, Baron Williams, I don't know what you are talking about."

　　 The frequency with which his ring-worn hand hits the tabletop has changed, and Jenkins is keenly aware of this.

　　 "It doesn't matter whether you know it or not, what matters is whether I know the content of the letter."

　　 Jenkins became serious, stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back. Tonight is another cloudy, dark city, and I don’t know how much crime will happen again.

　　 Earl leaned on the armrest of the chair and wanted to stand up, but his instinct stopped him from doing this:

　　 "Do you know what you got?"

　　 spoke very harshly.

　　 "I know, of course, that this is something that can make the kingdom turbulent. I grew up in this great country and witnessed the madness and progress of this era. Of course I don't want him to be destroyed."

　　 Turning around while speaking, sharp eyes under her frowning brows...This is also what Miss Stuart taught. It belongs to negotiation etiquette. God knows how she defines this term.

"you!"

Count 　　 finally stood up, his cheeks flushed and his hair seemed to stand up:

　　 "Where did you get those letters and what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to know what I have... Of course, at some point in the future, when I need your help, I think you will be very generous. I can too Assure you, only I know those letters, not the church or the kingdom."

After 　　 finished speaking, he gave a very unskilled sneer, and then drew a circle in the air with his fingers:

　　 "At least a few hundred people know that I am coming here to visit you tonight. I think you are not going to do anything stupid, right?"

"of course."

　　 Earl was obviously leaning forward, trying to rush out like a crazy old lion, but he laughed at himself and sat down and leaned back on the seat.

　　 Jenkins doesn't know if he has performed well just now, but his goal should be achieved. He urgently needs mundane and safe information channels, otherwise he will have to investigate everything by himself, which is too dangerous.

"Maybe, the you in my investigation are not you at all. I just remind you that those letters involve a wide range of things. If you don't want to die by fate, you'd better stay away from them. A young man who doesn't know the heights of the sky, you will never think of yourself. What I hold in my hand is something more dangerous than a steam bomb."

　　 Earl obviously knows something about the witches, but he shouldn’t have guessed that Jenkins is the weird supernatural beings.

　　 "I understand, but only the two of us know about this. If it is revealed, it can only be your responsibility."

　　 He insisted on this.

　　 "So, who are you doing for?"

　　 "It's just myself."

　　 The earl shook his head slightly, obviously unbelieving. To be able to get those terrible things, the power behind Williams is obviously not to be underestimated. Looking at the handsome young face, he suddenly thought of something a few months ago. It was at the dinner of the Marquis of Mihail. The Marquis and the unexpectedly visiting Duke Douglas Gerrod once said a few puzzling words, and the Marquis of Mihail also hinted some things that he did not understand in private. .....

　　 Somehow, I suddenly thought of the queen, the royal family, and a certain photo I saw in Cold Spring Palace when I was young. The head seemed to explode with a bang, a series of things strung together, pointing to the most impossible possibility.

　　 He stared at the blond hair, looked at the overly young face, and remembered the innate extravagance on the dining table:

　　 "Oh, my god~"

　　 If Jenkins could read minds, he would be able to hear the groans/groans of middle-aged men.

　　 Mr. Writer was a little strange to look at his eyes, but he thought it was his own threat, so he coughed and waved his right hand in the air:

　　 "I like the current atmosphere of conversation very much, let's talk about it...I agree with your proposal."

　　 "Hmm...hmm? Hmm~"

　　 Earl showed the expression of waking up from a big dream. He opened his mouth to blurt out something, but shook his head and sighed: "Should you say this is your proposal? What kind of hidden content do you want to add to the agreement?"

　　 "No, I don't need any hidden content. As you know, I'm just a devout believer, and I only get involved in minor troubles occasionally."

　　 He subconsciously wanted to touch the chocolate, but realized that his cat had been left at home. I miss it a little bit in my heart, and I am also worried about whether my kitchen will suffer.

　　 He has hidden the dessert in the easy-to-find cupboard. The cat should be able to find it easily.

　　 "Don't tell me, the threats just now are just to give Hathaway a sigh of relief."

　　 Earl Hesha asked mockingly, his tone a little flat.

　　 "Why not?"

　　 Jenkins shrugged.

　　 Judging from the count's expression, he didn't believe it at all.

　　 In fact, Jenkins didn't believe it either. The recent events made him understand that he needed additional information channels. The conversation with the earl today is just an introduction, and he should still be able to use the earl's place in the days to come.

　　 "Then the visit tonight will stop here, and the following matters will be discussed with you by professionals under the church. Whether you can get what you want depends on your own attitude."

　　 Earl nodded, then glanced at Jenkins again, there was a deep meaning in his cloudy eyes:

　　 "You really look like a shadow."

"I do not understand what you were saying."

The slightly aging middle-aged man stood up, the appearance of not being angry and prestigious: "I clearly stand in front of me, and I know your information very well, but I feel that you are like this. Unreal, as if standing in front of me is a false person."

　　 He should be satirizing that the image of a pure and good writer created by Jenkins is not in line with the intentions shown in the conversation just now.

　　 But what does it matter? The shadow doesn't matter. After all, Jenkins often reminds himself who his "now" identity is to prevent those secrets from being exposed to the sun.

　　 "It's like a...real phantom."

　　 Earl concluded finally, his eyes were not in contact with Jenkins, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

　　 Jenkins cannot accurately describe the results of this meeting, but he also believes that these upper-level struggles are not very much related to him. He has achieved his goal. Therefore, in order to prevent the old lion-like man from going to death with him for a while, Jenkins intends to go home as soon as possible to deal with his little greedy cat.

Chapter 534 Chapter 525 Irregular Channeling

　　 It's time to leave. According to etiquette, Jenkins said goodbye to the members of Hesha's family in the front hall. Only then did I notice that the young girl who had been silent at the end of the dinner table was also here.

　　 No one told Jenkins who this is, I think it should be relatives.

　　 She looked a little haggard, and she was not very energetic. Everyone kept her head down when they talked.

"Who is this......"

　　 It was the girl's turn to shake hands with Jenkins, and Jenkins smiled and asked Hathaway on the side.

　　 The red-haired girl's face immediately showed a surprised expression, as if she suddenly discovered that Jenkins was actually a mature curly baboon.

　　 "You noticed her... I mean, this is my cousin. Jane... Mariana Francis."

　　 Hathaway's expression is very strange, it can even be said to be very frightened. Jenkins didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Countess Hesha again. She nodded blankly:

　　 "Yes, this is my sister's daughter. I live here temporarily."

　　 This look is basically controlled by extraordinary powers.

　　 Jenkins looked at Hathaway again, and she blinked in panic, meaning that she should not ask more.

　　 "Who is this? Hathaway even wants to control her mother to recognize her identity."

　　 He suspected Hathaway was threatened, but the haggard girl who didn't say a word was just an ordinary person. It was impossible for the Eye of Reality at such a close distance to fail.

　　 "I have encountered the bad luck of illegal sacrifice today, and it shouldn't be bad luck anymore...Speaking of which, the church should have found it there. I hope John who is lying in the forest farm will not catch a cold."

　　 Thinking of this, he stretched out his right hand to the girl, "Goodbye then, Miss Francis."

　　 "Goodbye, Baron Williams."

　　 Her voice is very crisp, and she is born with a voice suitable for singing. Although his appearance was unremarkable, it unexpectedly gave Jenkins a sense of intimacy. He increasingly thought that this was just an ordinary girl, so he thanked the earl's family for this invitation, and agreed with Hathaway to discuss the creation of the opera, so he boarded the carriage and went back.

　　 Looking at the back of the carriage leaving, Hathaway gave Miss Francis a concealed look, who shook her head slightly. She didn't open her mouth, her voice appeared directly in Hathaway's mind:

　　 "It is indeed a very interesting person."

　　It was still cloudy when I talked to the earl, but after I went out, I found two rounds of full moon hanging in the night sky, and the sky had been clear for a long time. But even so, there are still some dark clouds in the distance, and I don't know when it will come again.

　　 The installation of gas stoves in Nolan City is progressing very fast. When passing the intersection of Minnesota Pedestrian Street, Jenkins even saw a row of street lamp poles that had been erected. Although it has not been used yet, it will not be delayed for a week at the latest.

　　 The carriage took Jenkins to the street and left. When he took out the key to open the door, he accidentally found a black carriage parked in front of the widow’s door next door. The carriage completely blocked the fence gate leading to the garden, and I don't know what the coachman thought.

　　 "Isn't today the expected date of delivery? No, when I saw it the other day, it was only about five months old."

　　 only found out after entering the door that his worries were superfluous. The chocolate did not damage the kitchen. When the door was opened, it was lying on the floor mats, next to Jenkins slippers.

　　 Seeing Jenkins looking down at it, the cat stood up and gave a good cry, then slipped to his leg and rubbed Jenkins's trousers lightly with his body.

　　 "So good?"

　　 It's rare to see chocolate in this way. Jenkins knelt down suspiciously and scratched its chin with his right index finger. The cat immediately squinted and raised his head, making a meow sound.

　　 "What did you do?"

　　The more so, the more worried Jenkins is. After putting the coat on the hanger, he hurriedly walked to the basement with slippers and a white shirt, and moved all the items hidden in the cubicle to the living room.

　　 After careful inspection, nothing was missing, and no traces of cat teeth or the like were found.

　　 "Maybe I really think too much."

　　 He sighed and leaned on the back of the sofa. With a wave of flames flying out of his right hand, he lit the fireplace with a boom.

　　 "Would you like something to eat?"

　　 He asked his cat, and the cat immediately started rubbing his right hand, which means sweets.

　　 Jenkins relaxes until the chocolate stands on the table obediently and licks the food in the bowl. He carefully recalled what happened this afternoon and tonight, confirmed that there were no loopholes, and then began to prepare, a while after the church came to talk.

　　 John's accident, the church will definitely come to notify him, so tonight is probably a sleepless night.

　　 knitting lies while unconsciously looking at the items on the table. Passing over the shadowless lamp, the psychic board came into sight, and Jenkins had an interesting idea:

　　 "Will anyone die near this house before? I didn't inquire about things around here before I moved over."

　　 Thinking of this, he developed curiosity. It just so happens that there is nothing to do now, so he put the figurines in the groove, and put his fingers on the board casually.

　　 Chocolate's eyes were aimed toward the door, and the pocket watch chain exposing the pocket of the coat was vibrating at an alarming frequency.