Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Have you known for a long time that Williams is actually the illegitimate son of the Middleton family, and I am actually qualified to inherit the Fidcicle crown?"

　　 Dolores stood still and didn't know how to respond, so she could only ask Julia to take her sister away first. Alexia sat down on the sofa and put down the book she was holding:

　　 "Yes, I knew it a long time ago, what do you want?"

　　 She looked at Jenkins.

"I......"

　　 Although it is an inquisitive tone, in fact Jenkins really can't do much.

　　 He stopped talking, but sat on the sofa holding his cat, Alexia shook his head and said:

　　 "This is so immature, you are like a child who is angry now."

　　 "I am immature, don't you know?"

　　 Jenkins rarely spoke in a yellow voice, Alexia did not answer, but from the look of her expression, she was treating Jenkins as a child, which made the tone in Jenkins's heart even more uncomfortable.

　　 "Sit down and have a good talk. We conceal this, but think that it is not a good time to let you know the truth."

　　 "Why?"

"Obviously, you don’t want to be a king, so even if you tell you, it’s just annoying for you. And we don’t know what the queen of Fedictley thinks, nor do we know what the sage’s church is. Intent, so after thinking about everything, I will tell you everything."

　　 "Alexia, have you ever noticed that you are not good at lying."

　　 Jenkins’ lie clergy is not completely useless:

　　 "Let's say, what did you and Dolores do during this period of time after you got the truth?"

Her Royal Highness Princess 　　 sits quietly on the small sofa on the side without saying a word. At this time, it is enough to have her own teacher speak. She knows the teacher's wisdom.

　　 "We have decided to marry you, then we also have the right to choose our future living environment."

　　 The short lady said seriously.

　　 "You want to be queens?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

"is it not OK?"

　　 Alexia asked.

"......of course can."

　　Jenkinston replied that since he wants to live together in the future, the living environment must be negotiated together. He cannot force the girls to accept his way of life. Marriage and love are different. With a large number of people, he needs to compromise with everyone.

　　 "So you and Dolores, both want me to take the crown?"

"Yes it is."

　　 Alexia nodded without hesitation, then said with a chuckle:

　　 "According to my understanding of you, you do not want to be a king, it must be because you think it is troublesome."

　　 I have to say that she really knows Jenkins.

　　 "Even underage girls like Dolores are willing to shoulder the responsibility of the king, why can't you?"

　　 she asked, and Jenkins immediately retorted:

　　 "This is different. For me, there are more important things to do."

　　 "No, you just don't want to leave your familiar living environment. Think about it, Jenkins, if you really have a chance to take over the crown, you have more free time than being an apprentice in an antique shop."

　　 She said, grabbing Jenkins' neck and leaning on his shoulder:

　　 "You just hate change, Jenkins."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat on her knees screamed softly. It thought that the human woman was right, and the cat wanted to live a better life, such as having a softer cushion.

　　 Jenkins turned to look at Alexia’s eyes, and Alexia looked at her too. When the two looked at each other quietly, Dolores on the side felt like she shouldn't be here. She turned to look at Julia, and Julia coughed very cooperatively.

　　 "I admit that what you said makes sense..."

　　 Jenkins couldn't find her logical loopholes, but he still didn't think he was going to be a king. He had never made such a plan.

"You must become a king. Think about it, the end of the era is coming, and as a savior, you must be able to lead the people. Is it possible for a savior who has no partners around him to succeed? Even in your story There are many friends who follow him around the brave who defeated the devil. There are some things, unless you immediately become those greats, or even if you are strong, you can’t solve them, but the worldly rights can be, Jenkins, you definitely know better than me. at this point."

Chapter 1509 Chapter 1486: Jenkins's Rejection (Part 2)

　　 Alexia’s explanation touched Jenkins a little, he thought about it, and agreed with it. What exactly was the cataclysm at the end of the era, he still doesn't know.

　　 may be a concrete monster, and everything will be safe if you defeat it; but it may also be a plague or even a phenomenon that cannot be concreted into a real thing, which can not be solved by him alone. For example, he has always wanted to solve the air and pollution problems caused by the development of the steam industry. Unless he becomes the king of the kingdom, even if he is a holy son, it will be difficult to completely solve it.

　　 "You were moved by me."

　　 Seeing Jenkins not speaking, Alexia smiled and said:

　　 "You are thinking about what I said, although you are very reluctant, but you also admit that it makes sense in your heart."

　　 Jenkins looked at her, just about to open his mouth, listened to Alexia continue:

"You want to say that you will fully support Dolores to win the crown, so that you will have enough rights around you. But have you ever thought about it? A disaster that affects the entire world can be resisted by the power of only one country. According to what you said before, you should unite all the forces that can be united, unite all the friends that can be united, and face the unknown future together. I think it makes sense for you to be a savior. It is difficult to find out now. Like you, both religious and secular, you are qualified to aspire to the top power."

　　 The short lady completely guessed what Jenkins was thinking. Seeing Jenkins's thoughtful expression, she said:

"Actually, you don't have to think about this issue now. After all, whether you can really get the crown is still completely uncertain. In my opinion, instead of thinking about your crown, it is better to consider the crown of Dolores. If If you don’t come today, I’ll also look for you. Dolores’ father asked all his children to go to the palace for political affairs on Monday. Each person is allowed to bring one adjutant. I think you need to be on the stage."

　　 "Are you sure you want me to go? I don't know much about Dolores' government affairs."

　　 Jenkins said, then looked at Dolores and asked her what she thought.

　　 "It must be you, I can say everything I can do, and those that I can't do, I need you to say."

　　 said her Majesty the princess, seeing Jenkins still wondering, Alexia reminded:

　　 "It means that your usual ‘fantastic ideas’ are now useful. Maybe you haven’t even noticed how important knowledge you have."

　　 In this way, the matter about the throne of Fedictelli was never mentioned again that night.

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　 After leaving Blacktown, Jenkins found that chocolate had become weird. This does not mean that cute cats become uncute, but cats become more willing to be close to Jenkins.

　　 In fact, the previous chocolate is already a model of domestic pets, but for some reason, after Jenkins left Blacktown, he always felt that the relationship between chocolate and himself had been further improved.

　　 "That's not right, I now have a fiancee who is private for life, why do I still have such an illusion?"

　　 Jenkins, who woke up from the bed in the church room, thought of this, tilted his head and looked at the cat lying next to the pillow, wanting to read the cat's thoughts from its sleeping face.

　　 Today is Friday. At the invitation of the Pope, Jenkins will attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the inauguration of the cemetery. Although it sounds strange to cut the ribbon for this kind of facility, it is also a very important thing. People in this world also value their own affairs.

　　 When going out of the city in the wagon with Pontev IV, Jenkins thought about one thing. There was only the sound of flipping books in the originally spacious carriage. A question from Jenkins completely broke the tranquility of this moment:

　　 "The church... hasn't it been known for a long time that our family is actually related to the Middleton family?"

　　 Jenkins was absolutely right. After he asked a question, the old pope's hand with the book suddenly shook, which is rare in this sturdy old man.

"You knew already?"

　　 Pontef IV was silent for two seconds, put down the book and asked.

　　 "I just figured it out yesterday for some reason. I figured out why I would appear in Berdylan at this point in time. I thought you would not admit it."

"Jenkins, you are the saint son of the sage. I cannot lie to you if I lie to anyone. This is disrespect to the sage. Yes, the relationship between the Williams family and the Middleton family was actually shortly after you joined the office last year. We found out when we did a regular background check that you were not the Son of God at the time, but this still surprised us. After all, the question of succession to the throne had already begun at that time."

　　 The old man’s voice was a bit hoarse, but his tone was very flat.

　　 "So, what is the attitude of the church?"

　　 The carriage bumped, but besides making the cat let out a dissatisfied cry, it also caused the light in the carriage to start shaking. Jenkins's face was bright and dark because of the shaking of the lights.

"The cardinals discussed this matter, and we also wrote a letter to your father Robert Williams. After all, he is the head of your family. Before you knew it, he had been to Bel Dylan. We had a private conversation with me, and we got answers that everyone was happy with."

　　 The old man closed the book, his old eyes and Jenkins’s dark and bright eyes stared at each other. Both of them have a very firm will, as well as their own beliefs and determinations:

　　 "We all agree that if the royal family does not have a suitable candidate for heir, then letting the pedigree and legal principle of William take a step forward is a good choice for the country, the church, and your family."

　　 "Then who did you choose?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "St. William, is there a second candidate that is more suitable than you?"

　　Potov IV asked, seeing Jenkins not speaking, he asked again:

　　 "Or, in fact, you don't want to take the crown?"

　　 If it was this time yesterday, Jenkins probably did not hesitate to admit that he did not have that idea. But after being mentored by Alexia yesterday in Luen, he didn't know what choice he made, which was the most correct.

"Sure enough, when your father talked with me, he said that you might oppose this decision. He thinks that you are not a person who is keen on power. Even though your personality has changed a lot in half a year, from the bottom of your heart, you Unwilling to assume any responsibilities that exceed one's daily life."

　　 "He is right."

　　 Jenkins nodded and admitted that the original owner and him are very different in character, but they are very similar in this point.

"But we don’t have to worry. Everything is still undecided. What kind of decision the royal queen will make in the end is actually the most important thing. But I think you should foresee one thing, St. William, if the queen is willing Let you take the crown, will you reject her?"

Chapter 1510 Chapter 1487 The Conversation of the Saints

　　 Pontef IV’s question was based on a hypothesis, so it seemed a bit more euphemistic. Jenkins thought for a while before shook his head:

　　 "If it were yesterday, I would refuse without hesitation, but now...Although I will not take the initiative to fight for it, if the crown really falls on top of my head, I will not refuse."

　　 He agreed with Alexia’s statement. Although there are additional responsibilities, perhaps the salvation of the world really requires secular rights. But he will never take the initiative to fight for it, and it is a rare slack to let fate decide this matter.

　　 "Yes, this kind of thinking is very reasonable, and the church itself does not want to take the initiative to intervene in the change of secular regime or the change of royal power. All these are guided by sages, and we just wait patiently."

　　 Although the old pope did not express it directly, Jenkins could easily feel that the church actually hoped that he, or someone from their family, would take the throne. It is not difficult to understand that the Williams family are all devout sage believers, and among other heirs, even sage believers are just the kind of dispensable shallow believers.

　　 Cutting the ribbon for the small cemetery is not a big deal. Even if important figures such as the Pope and the Son appear, this is just a common occurrence. It's just that Jenkins publicly appeared next to the Pope and picked up the scissors with the Pope, which in itself represents a lot of meaning. It was not only the internal members of the Church of the Sages who were present. Many people saw this scene in their eyes. Jenkins understood that the arrangement of the church was to allow him to go further to the stage. After all, he was already a Level 5 (declared) gifter. , He will soon accept all the responsibilities and powers of the Son of God.

After returning from the cemetery on the outskirts, it was already noon. When I returned to the Holy See, I learned that another son of the church, Mr. Rudolf Boko, who is not sure how old he is, also returned this morning. City of Beldiran. Jenkins had heard of this gentleman's name for a long time, so he sent a letter specifically to meet him. The meeting of the two took place in the afternoon of that day in the humble prayer hall on the side of the main square of the Holy See.

　　 The sage of the sage hangs on the wall facing the door. Below it is a circular platform on which is a small table on which the sacred scriptures are placed. From the platform to the door, the neatly arranged long wooden chairs were empty, only Jenkins and Mr. Boko were sitting in the first row.

　　 That is a man with a plump body and looking very kind. Compared to the saint son of the church, his temperament is more like Mr. Goodman, Jenkins' neighbor. Dressed in black formal attire that seemed to be attending a major party, and wearing a flat black top hat commonly used by magicians, this looked much more serious than Jenkins in casual clothes.

"I heard your name a long time ago, Jenkins, I think it's okay for me to call you that way. Even if you don't come to see me this time, I will go to see you. I have always wanted to talk to you. "

　　 Mr. Boko said, instead of going to see Jenkins during the conversation, he looked up at the holy emblem.

　　 "Talk to me? Why?"

　　 Jenkins asked, and then saw the other person with his eyes closed and his head down, drawing the shape of the holy emblem on his chest.

　　 "Do you know at what age I became the Son of God?"

　　 The middle-aged man did not answer Jenkins’s questions, but instead asked new questions.

　　 "I remember Father Oliver talked about... 32 years old?"

"Yes, although it is much later than you, but in the history of the church, this is also an extremely rare young age. It was probably more than 30 years ago. I studied the tradition of ancient missionaries. In this scripture, I walked alone from the west coast of the road to the east coast of the mainland. That is..."

　　 Jenkins has heard of this story. In fact, all of the Son of God to become the Son of God must have completed a certain cause favored by the gods. Except for "lucky guys" like Jenkins, luck, hard work, perseverance and talent are all indispensable for attracting the attention and favor of the gods.

　　 "You are younger and stronger than me."

　　 "No, I am not better than you."

　　 Saint Son Boko is a genuine demigod gifter, and a rare ninth-level demigod. This is the peak that humans can reach. At least Jenkins has never heard of a tenth-level demigod. It may have been in history, but it is definitely not in this era.

　　 "I don't mean our own power. I found it far away from Berduran. There is one more person in the Holy See with infinite power like the sun."

"I do not quite understand you."

　　 Jenkins suspected that he had seen anything, but it was impossible. The ninth-level demigod was only a mortal after all. Unless he passed away and became an angel on the spot, he would never see the essence of Jenkins.

"If the grace given to us by the sage is like a fire that never extinguishes in the darkness, let us help the world light up a small piece of the world; then the grace in you is like the sun, not just in the dark. To illuminate yourself in the world is also illuminating everyone who is willing to snuggle you and those who do not want to be close to you."

　　 The middle-aged man explained in a slow tone, still not looking at Jenkins's face.

　　 "I still don't understand..."

"Even if we are all the Sons, we are completely different. Maybe you haven't realized this, but the gap between you and me is just like the gap between me and ordinary believers. Even the church never mentions that the gods are Believers in China have a preference, but this is the fact. Compared to any holy son I know, you are the one who truly walks the world on behalf of gods."